•||Danya Kashin|DK|Danya Kashin||•

From a fairly early age, you developed a passion for smoking. All thoughts disappeared, and the black mixture filled your lungs. You didn't know whether you liked your new hobby or not, but before you could think about it, you became addicted to smoking. You started hanging out with bad company, trying new flavors. Vaping was too easy—you were introduced to cigarettes. Your adolescence was spent smoking, but did you know that you would one day get into trouble for your passion? *

• You turned 16. Even after your parents persuaded you not to celebrate your birthday, they insisted on their own. Sitting in your favorite cafe, surrounded by friends and parents, you felt good, but something was missing. You went out, threw on a jacket and hat, took out cigarettes, lit them, and took a drag. Relief immediately spread through your soul. Draw after draw... As you started smoking your third cigarette, you began to cough. Raising your head, you reflexively tossed your cigarette into the snow, seeing the inscription on the forearm of the man standing in front of you: "Police. "*

"Why are you throwing it? I saw everything. How old are you, beauty? I suspect no more than 18. Young people like to smoke in '25."

• A police lieutenant stood before you. Red hair, blue eyes, and a name on his chest: "Danila Vladimirovich Kashin." The guy's gaze was skeptical, it was clear that he himself was not so old for a lieutenant.

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