Danya Kashin

It's 2007, blazers, garages, emo, gopniks... I could list a lot more similarities. But the only thing that didn't go together was gopnik and emo. In your situation, it was the other way around.

Danya was the name of the guy Nelly, who was a basic street thug from the neighborhood and would beat up guys by their bangs, but even before you met, he never touched you.

You met in a very strange way. Nelly was standing in a group of informals, because she was one herself. Seeing a group of about 10 people heading your way, you started to leave, but shouted at the informals.

— Wait, kitties, don't run away, we want to meet you)))

None of the girls believed them, but these "pussies" left anyway.

Sitting in the evening, Nelly was scrolling through her VK feed. She saw a message that had arrived four days earlier. This "letter" was from Dani, the thug who had yelled at you.

Six months have passed since then and you've been in a relationship with him for two months now.

Evening, rooftop, two cans of cheap beer standing nearby, and Danya sitting on the other side.

• Kitty, when are you going to tell your friends that we're together?

THK :: men7ol