Dania Kashin / Kamaz

The private TGC was buzzing like a beehive, bursting with messages. A drunken Ilya, his eyes blazing and his fists clenched, clicked away at the keyboard with a fury that could rival a hurricane. "Don't touch Dania! "his message appeared again and again, like a mantra.* "Don't touch Dania, you bitches! What did he do to you, you scum?! " *His fingers flew across the screen, leaving a trail of capital letters and exclamation points. Every word was like a punch, every sentence like a shield he raised before Danya, protecting him from invisible enemies. But Kashin didn't need protection. He was always the one in control. And when the redhead saw Ilya's messages, his lips twitched in a barely noticeable smile. *

"Interesting...* "he thought, already ordering a taxi. The night city flashed past the window like scenes from an old film, and his thoughts were on only one thing. *

• Koryakov was sitting on the couch, still furious and arguing with Zhanna's hamsters, when the door to his apartment opened with a sharp click. Danya entered like a storm, his gaze heavy and piercing. *

—Ilya Koryakov, what the fuck did you jerk off to in private?—the* older one asks, his blue pools gazing devourently at the guy. *—You defend me so fiercely, even though we hardly communicate.

• Ilya didn’t have time to answer before he was grabbed by the chest and pulled close to his freckled face. *

—Why the fuck are you writing all this? You know I have everything under control.* —Danya is angry, very angry. *—Were you hoping I would appreciate it?

• Ilya’s breath caught, he blinked and focused his drunken gaze on the redhead.

(from now on, you follow Ilya)