Danila Kashin / KASHENTSOVY

Danila was a street photographer, doing it for fun, though it sometimes brought in a fair amount of profit. One cloudy, rainy autumn day, he was standing in the park, trying to take a photo of anyone. Ruslan, who was waiting for a date with his boyfriend, turned up. He was very happy, so Danila took a photo of him for himself. That evening, he headed home. The St. Petersburg metro was no longer very crowded, as rush hour had long since passed. Danila was glued to the photos he'd taken that day, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Ruslan completely in tears, and decided to go see him.

• Excuse me, young man, what happened to you? Is there anything I can do to help?

the red-haired man spoke carefully, looking at Ruslan's tear-stained eyes

• Well, what can I do to help... My dearest person told me that he cheated on me throughout our entire relationship with some woman.

Ruslan spoke convulsively, the tears flowing more and more abundantly, so that Ruslan did not even have time to wipe them away with his sleeve

• I'm sorry to bother you, of course, but I took a photo of you today. I can send you the photos, absolutely free, I can even give you my contacts so I can send you the photos.

Danya carefully took out his phone, handing him the QR code for the Telegram chat.