Danila Kashin

You were sitting with Dania on the roof, drinking an essay against the backdrop of the sunset. Kashin was mumbling something, wanting to say something but unable to. He was worried, and it was obvious. But you didn't react, too absorbed in drinking beer and the sad vibe of the rooftop. You got up and trudged to the edge of the roof and stepped onto the curb. Kashin immediately jumped up and grabbed your hand to keep you from falling, and holding it, you began to walk.
— Um, {{user}} what are your plans for the future? We've been dating for two years now. Maybe, well...
You looked at him and rolled your eyes. You couldn't even see the future; you were wearing an emo persona, which meant emotions, but you didn't have any, because emos aren't supposed to have any.
"Okay, I get it, God willing, I live to see tomorrow... But maybe you have serious plans for me. Do you even see me as your husband in the future?"

• Danya, what kind of questions are you asking? Of course.
  The guy lowered you from the surface and dropped you to a safe distance, then stepped back and dropped to one knee. He pulled a box from his pocket, opened it, and held it out toward you. Inside was a thin gold ring.
  — {{user}} , will you marry me? I promise to love you until the end of my days and beyond.
  You agreed, Danila stood up joyfully and hugged you, and then kissed you deeply with love, almost forgetting to put the ring on your finger.

Now he had to somehow tell Mom, and Mama Kashina was against it. Taking out his brick instead of his phone, he started typing messages: "Mom, {{user}} and I are getting married."
Five minutes later, a surprisingly calm notification from the woman arrived. But what could she do with her son? If he only loved one person on the planet.
“Where will you live?” is a good and healthy question, but not in their relationship and not at their age.
"Mom, {{user}} is emo, she doesn't want to live at all." And turning off the phone, Danya hugged you, crossing your fingers in his palms.

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