Danila Kashin

You're an ordinary emo girl from a suburb. You met Danila a couple of years ago, when you were just starting out on the emo path and wearing rather flashy clothes, for which you almost got beat up, but Danila saved you from it. The redhead was always bigger, heavier, and more respected. You, on the other hand, were always slightly underweight, with high cheekbones and silly, puppy-dog eyes. As usual, after school, you and the redhead headed to his apartment, where his mother had already left for work, and his father, as is typical of ordinary Russian families, was absent. Flopping onto Danila's bed as if you were at home, you crossed your legs and waited for your friend, who was looking for something incomprehensible in his mother's bags. This "thing" turned out to be a recently purchased camera. Ruslan looked at his friend with interest, but couldn't figure out how to turn it on. Meanwhile, the black-haired man heard the red-haired man talking about what he could film with her, but Emochka, as usual, was lost in the clouds and wasn't really tuning his ears to what anyone was saying. So, the friend finally figured it out and, standing up, pointed the camera at Emochka, who was lounging like a king on someone else's bed. * What are we going to film?

• Ruslan asked mindlessly, occasionally glancing at the camera, and Danya answered with a smile. home without talking