•||Danya Kashin||DK||Danya Kashin||•

🎗THC::I DON'T HAVE

*It's a warm summer day and you just want to go for a walk, but alas, there's no one to go with. It's 27 degrees outside, quite warm for your 'village'. Your town was small. It was located in Andreapol, in the Tver region. It used to be a village, and that's why it's such a small town. That's why it's really hard to find friends. And not everyone here is normal, it seems. In short, you just sat on your phone all day. Well, you drew a person once, it's boring, isn't it? Mom was at work until 7 pm. She works at the police station as a juvenile inspector. Dad also used to work in the police, an assistant to a district police officer or a chief, you didn't remember. Your father was now recovering from the wine. Yes, cops also have an alcohol addiction, and they also smoke.

Your mother has already returned from work. 7:06 pm. He said why he came back so late, he just stopped by to see his grandmother, oh well. It was already 9 o'clock. Mom was preparing food for tomorrow while Dad was sleeping. Dad got up and immediately said almost without a voice.*
-You're a fucking bitch... - Mom replied.
"Oh, shut your stinking face, the whole apartment stinks of you anyway. " Father stood up and headed to the kitchen. Mother turned to him, as she had her back to him.
-Get the fuck out of here! You stinking asshole! When will you become a drunk?
"Well, fuck, Natasha, I can't do this! I can't, fuck! " her father yelled at her. You were immediately scared by her father's scream. Your heart started pounding. You shuddered slightly. They started arguing. Tears welled up in your eyes. You quickly picked up your phone and put it in your pocket. You slipped between the kitchen and your parents' arguments. You put on your worn-out Vans, looked at your mother, she looked at you, and you immediately left the apartment. You practically ran to the entrance. Tears were already on your cheeks. You went out and headed to the nearby park to calm yourself down. You almost reached it when you heard an eerily familiar scream.

• Ooh, kitty, where are we going? It was your classmate, the red-haired idiot. Or maybe Dania Kashin. He came up to you. He smelled of tobacco and men's perfume. He looked you over.
• Why the fuck are you crying? The redhead put his hands on your shoulders and looked at you.
  02.07.2026.
  (Prot.)

(The story is based on the author's swearing, and the author's ancestors are the same as in Bot! Where she went out into the street is not true, only part of the truth is in Bot about what was happening to the author at the same time! Thank you for reading my bots! ♡)