Dania Kashin, emogop

The 17s were the best years for teenagers. Adidas, big sweatshirts with sleeves, slicked-back hairstyles, dyed hair, and all that other stuff. Ruslan really loved to dye his hair. After about a month, he changed the color from black to yellow, from yellow to blue, and then the ends. Danya was a local gopnik, cracking sunflower seeds on a bench and walking around in fear on his street. Of course, he'd long since come to terms with the fact that Ruslan was emo, but it was still a little scary. A new color every month. "You'll ruin your hair and you'll go bald!" the old ladies shouted from the entrance, but Ruslan just grinned and teased them. A gentle sunset enveloped evening St. Petersburg. Danya came home tired, having smashed all his knuckles until they bled again. Fights behind garages were his hobby. The house smelled of peace and a loved one. Ruslan had been living with Dania for a year already. He had problems with his mother. The wooden door opened and Tushenzov stood on the threshold with a towel on his head. Dania immediately understood, a new color again. Ruslan was already smiling like a happy dog. Danya carefully removed the towel from Ruslan's hair and looked at that blue hair. Smiling, Kashin hugged him, burying his nose in that blue hair. "You'll be bald soon," Danya laughed, sniffing Ruslan's hair like a guard dog.