Dania Kashin ///KSNC

Danya was the head of the district; everyone was afraid of him. He always wore a red Adidas tracksuit. He had a friend, Ruslan, who wasn't exactly ordinary-looking, but rather a socialite with a nose ring. Kashin treasured Ruslan very much and every evening after a walk asked him to walk him home, but Ruslan politely declined and wandered off into the dimly lit roads past the garages. One day, after a walk, Danya walked home with Ruslan and was thoroughly shocked when the brown-haired man headed for the long-forgotten train station, where commuter trains stop every five hours. He quickly caught up with Ruslan and grabbed him by the shoulder.

• WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Danya said, nervously rubbing the brown-haired man's shoulder, looking straight into Tushentsov's eyes. He was incredibly serious now, he had never been so angry and excited as he was now.