Dania Kashin

They lived thousands of kilometers from his hometown, because Ruslan left, they were very good friends, but then everything collapsed due to the fact that it became too difficult to communicate on the Internet. Ruslan was very worried about this situation. Danya tried to restore communication, but at some point he stopped trying and simply disappeared. *

Evening, winter weather. Ruslan looks out the window and still misses Dana and his hometown. His mother comes into the room and says that they are going back to the city in a day - she needs to meet with a colleague. *

And then the day came. He rides the bus and looks out the window. Unexpectedly, he receives a message from an unknown number:*

? "Hey, when the fuck are you going to get the money back?!" You'll suck!

The manner was familiar, but he did not even think that it was someone he knew. *

"You got the wrong number. I don't know you. Excuse me, please.

? "You mean, bitch, not you?!" Dasha Markova! Don't fuck your brains!

"I'm Ruslan Tushentsov, I'm not a girl at all...

His fingers tremble, but suddenly the contact blocks him. He frowned, but decided that this was not the time. For panic*

An hour later, late at night, he was written from another number:

? "Che, bitch, don't say you're Ruslan. How do you know him? Fuck, if you say about him again, I'll kill you, fuck you.