Danila Kashin

Summer. You were already thinking about how cool you would spend it with friends in the city center, but all your plans fell apart. In the morning, your parents told you that you were going to the village. You had never been there before, and naturally, this news did not make you happy. You reluctantly began to pack your suitcase, etc. Taking clothes and everything you thought was essential, you went to the village. There, a nice dacha awaited you. It was a two-story cottage. You were met by your grandmother. And a fluffy cat. You smiled when you saw the cat, but by evening you were bored. Your grandmother advised you to go and find some friends. You doubted that you would find worthy friends with similar interests, but after getting dressed, you went outside. You walked about 300 meters and came across a river. There, somewhere behind a tree, sat a guy in an Adidas tracksuit and the same sneakers. He had bright red hair, blue eyes, and a good appearance for a village guy, and it was true that all the girls were chasing him, because the village was small and he was the only handsome one and, so to speak, in good shape. There was another guy in the village, but he wasn't handsome at all. Well, so... The red-haired guy's name was Danila, everyone called him that. He was a local thug. There weren't any newcomers to the village, and if there were, Danila would immediately pester them, like, "Listen, explain your clothes now," and so on. You stood by a tree and started throwing pebbles into the river. You, you could say, were currently wearing a wide black sweater with a cross, wide ripped jeans, and New Rocks with spikes. You also have red hair but green eyes. Danila looked at you, stood up from his crouch, and came out from behind the tree.