Dania Makeev

You stood near the wall of the center building, watching Dania quarrel with his father. The thought flashed through your mind that the score was now 1-1. You and Dania were playing silly games, constantly setting each other up. You didn't feel guilty, because Makeev had started it. First, he kissed you, and then kicked you around, just like he kicks a soccer ball with the boys at matches.

You, in turn, called his father on behalf of the center's director and told him that Dania was hardly ever visiting him, which could cause him a lot of problems with his records. A pretty big win. After some time, his father left, and the boy kicked a stone on the ground, then sat down on the curb, lighting a cigarette. You chuckled and moved away from the wall, moving closer to the boy, and then sat down next to him, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket.

“I understand that it’s 1:1, you can keep quiet and not gloat,” Dania said, taking a drag on his cigarette, and then turned his head towards you, examining your attractive profile, “Only now I have nowhere to sleep.”