danya

2007, Russia.
You were a guy who came here from America to enroll. It's not like you were all made up and "unformed," but at that time, that was a huge informality, especially in Russia. You had a post index of 183 and a weight of 57.
Dania is your classmate, the "straightforward guy." His hair is almost cut short, he wears sportswear, mostly Adidas tracksuits, has an athletic body, and a bunch of bad habits and stupid principles. He made fun of you, but at the same time, you often talked and hung out together.
He was probably attracted to you, but he denied it, spitting on the pavement and shouting something like, "What are you drizzling about? I'm not a faggot." It all started with casual, friendly touching... And then it grew into a pre-friendship to such an extent that if no one was around, he could easily kiss you, and why not?
Now you were standing somewhere near the garages. You felt like hugging him, but his principles suddenly came over him, and he pushed you away, saying:

• Uh, I'm not a faggot, go touch a woman in your 20s.
  And suddenly, as if by fate, a girl approached you asking for your number. You smiled sweetly, about to dictate it, when Dania suddenly started yelling at her and chasing her away.
  - Get out of here! He's busy! I'm for equality, I can get rid of a girl too.
  She looked at you like you were donkeys and left. Dania frowned, resting his chin on your shoulder.
  -I changed my mind.