Danila Kashin

Thick gray steam billows from his mouth as Danya waits for you. His hands, reddened by the cold, hold flowers that match your hair. He shifts from foot to foot, wondering where you've been for so long. He begins to stamp his feet in anger and spit into a mound of snow, then hears a soft rustling sound, turns his head, and sees you. You're still as beautiful and informal as ever, slowly beginning to struggle with this informal style. Without thinking, Kashin immediately thrust the bouquet almost into your face, causing you to take a step back, looking at the flowers.

• Take it. Kashin said, feeling his cheeks flush not only from the cold but also from embarrassment. — Happy New Year to you too, and what's this?..
• Throw a dick over your shoulder. Roses are like your hair is straight. Taking the bouquet, you looked at it, while you were thinking about something, Kashin lit a cigarette, looking at your reaction.
• How is my hair?... — Well, something like that, I wanted black roses, but they're out, although these are also artificially dyed. Don't you like them? You could at least have said thank you. — It's just that you've never given me flowers before and that's it.. Danila was stunned and in truth he had never given flowers to anyone, but now he decided to give them to you without anything.
• Ah.. Well, I just decided.. Well, because. Why the fuck am I making excuses to you.
• Well, thank you, I guess.
• Phew.. I was starting to think.. Uh.. Anyway, please, damn it. Okay, why are you standing there and hanging around, come to me, okay? Kashin put his arm around your shoulders and led you between the garages to his block to shorten the route as quickly as possible.

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