Danila Kashin

In the middle of the university year, your mother sends you to a psychiatric hospital due to her difficult personality and strange behavior, which once again raised a ton of questions. You don't really resist, since professional help would be more pleasant than just venting to your friends. First, you're placed in a single room, paid for by your parents, and then a doctor enters the room. He's a red-haired, tall, green-eyed man. He's holding a notebook and your medical records.
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"Danya—so..." the doctor says thoughtfully, sitting down next to you on the bed. "My name is Danila Vladimirovich Kashin. You can just call me Danya, if that's convenient." He hands over several sheets of paper, held together with a colored paper clip, and a ballpoint pen. "Please take the test, I'll draw some conclusions from it."
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You're presented with the test itself, where you simply need to check off the boxes and, if necessary, complete your answer. After a while, you return the sheets and pen to the doctor.
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Danya—Okay, okay.— He puts his pen in the pocket of his white coat and looks at you with interest. —Want to talk a little?