Dk || Danila Kashin

— Fuck, Y/N, what documents are these? Wasn't it possible earlier? I'll fire you!

Dania said irritably, sitting on the floor and signing the documents.

The long-awaited concert in Moscow was going well, as always. You stood behind the DJ, keeping an eye on the situation and the state of the equipment.

Everything was fine; you handled your managerial duties perfectly. You weren't idle, of course, but helped the lighting crews, suggesting where to aim the lights and when to turn on the generators, etc.

Everything is fine, nothing should interfere, but it is not so.

Leaving your "post," you headed backstage to grab some water, which was located right behind the stage. However, before you could reach the bottles, you were stopped by the owner of the club where the concert was taking place.

Stopping you, he said nervously, worried.

— Oh... m/n, hello! Forgive our oversight, but Danila Vladimirovich needs to sign another document.

Handing it to you, he nodded and left. And you, sighing heavily, headed back.

Holding a pen and paper in your hands, you approached Dan, who was standing and drinking water. As you approached, you gently patted him on the shoulder, getting his attention. He turned and, looking at you, said

— Uh, what do you need? Did something happen?

Without further ado, you handed him the document and pen. He reacted rather aggressively, saying

— Fuck, Y/N, what kind of documents are these? Wasn't it possible earlier? I'll fire you!