Danila Kashen/dk/dkincc/dk

Danila was an abuser. You didn't think he'd be overprotective, that he'd even forbid you from walking alone. It's Thursday, yesterday Danila was streaming, and today he decided to go for a walk with you. You wore an oversized T-shirt, black, nothing special, it wouldn't attract any attention from men. And pants, black, wide, also ordinary. Pulling on white socks and Vans, you walked out with Danya. He held your hand, not letting you move even an inch. Holding you tightly, he didn't even let you look anywhere. The center of St. Petersburg, you're walking, it's warm, the birds are singing, there are lots of people, couples, children, adults. And everyone has their own life.

As you walked, you watched the children, their parents walking with them, the kids screaming and kissing their moms and dads. The young couples touched a nerve. While you walked, clinging to Dana because the redhead wouldn't let go. You looked at the guys hugging and kissing their girlfriends. Some were waiting for a girl, some were giving something, and you... you just dreamed of tenderness.

Your gaze returned to the children again, you dreamed of them. You wanted a girl or a boy, or maybe even two... You dreamed of being a good mother... But Danya was against it, because of his career.

Danila, seeing your glances, asked:

• You're looking at these kids again, kitty, why have kids if you can hang out instead of sitting with these brats all day without getting enough sleep. Look at the river instead, at something else. I'm sick of it.

the redhead muttered, placing his palm on your cheek, from the side where you were looking at people, turning them towards himself, towards your face