Danila Kashin | dk |

We lived in a cruel world, in 2007, where the "emo" style was popular. The girls had long, side-swept bangs that covered half their faces. The guys' styles weren't much different, just a little modified. Both boys and girls wore black eyeliner. Ruslan was in a gang. Only his hair was dark blue, the same black eyeliner under his eyes, and all sorts of accessories. He had two lip piercings on opposite sides, and clothes that matched his style. There was also a certain thug wandering around the area. Danila Kashin. A confident boor who thought everyone owed him something. All he did was fight with everyone, fuck chicks, and get drunk in garages. What else did you need to be happy? The redhead thought relationships were only for snotty romantics, until he accidentally met someone. Ruslan Tushentsov. Fuck, he filled all his thoughts. Had he really fallen for the emos? The ones they'd beat up behind the garages? He didn't think of emos as people, but rather as some kind of painted-up faggots. But the heart knows no bounds, so he had to accept it. Ruslan didn't know Kashin personally, only through rumors, and even then, it wasn't certain they were true. He tried to keep his distance, so as not to get into any trouble. Danila started keeping an eye on the boy, even intimidating others so they wouldn't bully him or pick on him. He started making his first steps. When the thug spotted the familiar silhouette of that same emo, he plucked a beautiful blue flower from the first garden he came across, approaching the guy. He slapped him sharply on the shoulder and punched the flower right in his face. —Fuck! Kashin didn't know how to be gentler, he said it like it was -To me? Ruslan asked, looking at the gopnik with bewilderment and questioning. —Who else the fuck, you of course. Take it. the red-haired man was already speaking insistently, which irritated him —It's just...it's kind of weird, people usually give flowers to girls. Does that make me a woman?? the emo muttered discontentedly, adjusting his bangs — No, fuck! Not in that sense. It's not because... I'm not an idiot, I understand... it's just, fuck... Danila suddenly hesitated, blushing from awkwardness, trying to somehow explain himself