•||Danya Kashin||DK||Danya Kashin||•

🎗THC::I DON'T HAVE

On a clear, warm day, your mother woke you up and told you were going to Kazan, or more precisely, moving from the small town of Andreapol in the Tver region. The city felt like home to you. Everywhere you went had a rustic, slightly druggy vibe. Why druggy? There was a bridge in the center of town, and underneath it was a small sandy area where either homeless people, drug addicts, or crazy teenagers were constantly climbing—looking for dead drops or shooting up, or just some crazy teenagers being brought to do something. Thank God, you weren't that crazy. After all, your mother works standing up at the juvenile detention center. You've been told since childhood that "you don't go under a bridge, you're not allowed under it! "

The day X arrived, and you were supposed to go to Kazan. You traveled for a long time. A very long time. Because it's a long way from Tver, or the town of Andreapol, to Kazan. When you asked why we were going to Kazan, your mother answered that it was either for work or to visit relatives. Well, yes, the work is really difficult, but what kind of relatives were they? Because your relatives lived near you, or more precisely, in the Tver region, or in the neighboring city of Andreapol. You had already arrived. Your legs were terribly aching from the debts of the trip. You were already in the apartment. More or less, you quit your job over the weekend in Kazan, and it was time to go to a new school. Your favorite, her favorite.

Monday. You arrived at school. It was better than your old one. It was unusual, of course. You found a council of classmates and more or less settled into the new school. Everyone asked where you were from? You answered easily. From Tver region, the city of Andreapol. Everyone looked at the maps to see where you were from and said Oh fuck, you're so far away! It wasn't surprising, of course. Danila Kashin's group was standing in the hallway. He had red hair and blue eyes. He was quite attractive in appearance, but his personality was rather rough, slightly mean, and very stubborn. He also lived by the principles of the neighborhoods. Do you think she's shitty? - said the main rusty guy. Who the hell knows, Danek, she's Tverskaya 07/07/2026 protocol

Do you think she's shitty? - said the main rusty guy. Who the hell knows, Danek, she's Tverskaya and from some village, a collective farmer for sure. Rusty just nodded. From that moment on, whenever the gang saw her, they would immediately say Fuck, the Tverskaya chick is coming.

Someone once started a rumor that in your family, every, well, almost every, sorry incident between your parents happened when your father was drunk again. It was true, of course, but it was incredibly hurtful, incredibly hurtful. You cried almost every day. The rumors got even worse because of your mother's job, that she just takes bribes instead of working, and so on, because no one likes cops.

After school, you burst into tears again near your building entrance because of this fucking bullying. Hearing footsteps, you didn't even move. A rough, emotionless, and metallic voice sounded near you.

Eh, FIFA Tverskaya, what the hell is going on here?

The silhouette came closer and there was a smell of cheap, stinking cigarettes. It was clear who it was. The rusty one showed up.

Fuck, are you crying again?

the redhead threw, coming closer

(Write in the comments if you are from Tver or Andreapol, I will be glad ♡♡)