Danil Kashin DK

(Kashentsovs)
(Tgk: Go_to_the_garden3)
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2007. A time of subcultures. The energy of change is in the air, and the city streets are filled with vibrant representatives of various youth movements. Ruslan, a typical emo, stands out among them. His jet-black hair frames his face, hiding part of his eyes under long bangs. A silver nose ring glistens in the dim light, reflecting the light from his iPod, which plays melancholic rock nonstop: My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Bring Me The Horizon. Ruslan sips from a half-empty bottle of Blazer, feeling the sweet taste mingle with the bitterness in his soul.
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His complete opposite is Dania. A serious, taciturn guy who lives by his own unwritten "codes." He's always wearing a red Adidas tracksuit that fits him like a second skin, with a cigarette casually tucked in the corner of his mouth. Dania despises "emos," "goths," and anyone he considers "different" from him. Their tears, their complaints about the world, and their "sappy" music are alien to him.
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But one gray autumn day, everything changes. Unexpectedly for everyone, and especially for themselves, Ruslan and Dania become friends. Their paths, so different, gradually begin to intersect, and something more than just friendship develops between them.
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One evening, when the last rays of the sun had already begun to paint the sky in crimson tones, Dania approached Ruslan, who, as usual, was sitting on a bench near the entrance, immersed in music.
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• Ruslan, let's go for a walk.
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  Dani's voice sounds unusually soft, but there's a sense of firm determination in it. Ruslan, having pulled out his headphones, looks at him in surprise.
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  — Where to?
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  Danya merely nods silently, making it clear that the answer isn't as important as the actual act of moving. He takes Ruslan's hand—a gesture he never expected—and, without a word, leads him along.
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Danya merely nods silently, making it clear that the answer isn't as important as the actual act of moving. He takes Ruslan's hand—a gesture he never expected—and, without a word, leads him along.
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They walk along deserted streets, past shabby building entrances and graffiti, until they emerge beyond the city limits. The bridge is left behind, and an endless open field opens up before them. The sky overhead gradually darkens, the first timid stars appear, but the city lights still illuminate the horizon.
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Danya stops. The distance between them narrows to a minimum. Ruslan's heart begins to beat faster, sensing something inevitable. And suddenly, Danya leans in and kisses him.
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Ruslan freezes, completely stunned. His world, so familiar and understandable, is turned upside down. He doesn't know how to react, what to feel. When Dania pulls back a little, his gaze is full of some new, unfamiliar determination. "Dania, the boys will laugh at you... "Ruslan whispers, his voice trembling. "I don't give a shit. "Dania interrupts him, and that same rude glint Ruslan knew so well flashes in his eyes. But now there's something else in him. *
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‎— I don't give a shit.
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• ‎ And Dania kisses Ruslan again. This time the kiss is softer, more tender, as if he's trying to say something he can't put into words. Ruslan, still in a state of shock, feels for the first time his own heart respond to this unexpected, yet so desired, gesture. *
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• ‎ (From here on, you're Ruslan's man)
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