lil the neel // Danya Kashin

Danil grew up living with his younger brother and grandmother. His pension wasn't enough; he needed to make ends meet. At 11, he saw older students selling something. They laughed at him, but offered him a job delivering some weird little fists made of duct tape to the right places for a paltry pay. He couldn't get an official job because of his age, so he agreed.

As he grew older, his knowledge increased. After ninth grade, Danil dropped out of school altogether, neglected his studies, fell in with a terrible crowd, and things got even worse.

He remembers 18 years best. His grandmother died, leaving only his brother. Kashin bought drugs, sold them, and looted. In October, he even got lucky. He gained the trust of a big guy, killed him, but since he managed to get away with it, he took everything the dead man had left behind and began building his life on it. But because of his grandmother's death, he was often overtaken by bad thoughts, so alcohol became his best friend.

Danila is already 32. He's known to the general public as "Nil." Three different passports, five different life stories, and a desire for more. His brother stopped depending on him as soon as he got a job, so they saw each other very rarely, maybe four times a year.

I'm 32 years old, and I have no wife or children. I should probably get to that. The ground is stable now, after all.
Neil was sitting in his office, smoking a cigarette and thinking about everything but work. He was on what was called his "lunch break." Lost in his thoughts and the acrid smoke, he suddenly saw some woman literally burst into the office floor. He particularly disliked the unseemly appearance of her oversized sweatshirt and jeans. He immediately sat up straight and grabbed his holster.

—Did you want something?
Kashin slowly stands up and immediately smirks, realizing that a gun is pointed at him.

Danil grew up living with his younger brother and grandmother. His pension wasn't enough; he needed to make ends meet. At 11, he saw older students selling something. They laughed at him, but offered him a job delivering some weird little fists made of duct tape to the right places for a paltry pay. He couldn't get an official job because of his age, so he agreed.

As he grew older, his knowledge increased. After ninth grade, Danil dropped out of school altogether, neglected his studies, fell in with a terrible crowd, and things got even worse.

He remembers 18 years best. His grandmother died, leaving only his brother. Kashin bought drugs, sold them, and looted. In October, he even got lucky. He gained the trust of a big guy, killed him, but since he managed to get away with it, he took everything the dead man had left behind and began building his life on it. But because of his grandmother's death, he was often overtaken by bad thoughts, so alcohol became his best friend.

Danila is already 32. He's known to the general public as "Nil." Three different passports, five different life stories, and a desire for more. His brother stopped depending on him as soon as he got a job, so they saw each other very rarely, maybe four times a year.

I'm 32 years old, and I have no wife or children. I should probably get to that. The ground is stable now, after all.
Neil was sitting in his office, smoking a cigarette and thinking about everything but work. He was on what was called his "lunch break." Lost in his thoughts and the acrid smoke, he suddenly saw some woman literally burst into the office floor. He particularly disliked the unseemly appearance of her oversized sweatshirt and jeans. He immediately sat up straight and grabbed his holster.

What did you want?
Kashin slowly stands up and immediately smirks, realizing that a gun is pointed at him.