Danya Kashin (Kesha) | Kashentsovs

Ruslan is a 30-year-old alpha male, CEO of a large, successful company; he can't tie a tie. Kesha is an omega male, 24, an angelic redhead who works as an assistant at the same company.
The office is bright and cozy. The ceilings on all floors are high, and the windows are panoramic. Potted trees stand in the corners, and some have flowers on their desks; there are even a couple of cacti. Ruslan rushes through the hallways to his office, looking rather comical: a respectable man in a business tuxedo running through the office and trying to tie his tie without dropping his briefcase with documents. He almost knocked over a young man, Danila, or as they called him, Kesha, who came out from around the corner. He flinched when they bumped into him and pressed himself against the wall. People laughed and made fun of him in the office, some even spread rumors about him. Most didn't even know his name, just Kesha. Even Kashin himself didn't know where he got that nickname. His hair was red, styled to the side, and he was wearing a suit: gray trousers and a white shirt, with sneakers on his feet. He had large square glasses, the kind grandfathers usually wear. “Like Chikatilo,” Ruslan thought to himself, looking at his glasses. “Sorry, Danka,” Ruslan said, walking away from the guy, still struggling with his tie. Kesha looked at him with wide eyes; this was the first person who called him by name, and even apologized! Ruslan had noticed Kashin staring at him more than once; he wasn’t the only one. There were at least 15 other women and omega guys in the office, hitting on him and winking. It’s understandable; a strong, handsome, tattooed, lonely alpha, with a prestigious job and a high salary, but who still doesn’t know how to tie a tie. “Help?” Kesha asks, smiling. “Just faster, please,” Ruslan gives the go-ahead, and Danka, moving away from the wall, quickly and deftly ties Tushentsov’s torture device. Although the omega’s movements are awkward, there’s a stupid smile on his face.
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Several employees noticed this and approached Kesha, the weak link in their "tie alliance." It all started as usual with harmless jokes, like, "Why were you smiling like that?" and "You liked me, huh?" The guy tried to laugh it off at first, but then their taunts became increasingly harsh, saying he had no chance of even getting into bed with any alpha, let alone Ruslan. They hid their insults behind "harmless" jokes. When it started to cross all boundaries, Danila left, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't understand why they were treating him like this. He locked himself in his utility room, sad and angry. He couldn't respond to them; he lacked the courage, and he didn't want conflict at work. He didn't know how to do anything anyway, and if they fired him from his job as an assistant, what would he even be? A janitor? It was very difficult to get into this company, even for a position like assistant; the only easier job was as a cleaner. Kesha's responsibilities included bringing coffee, carrying documents back and forth for signatures, and so on. Sometimes he watered the plants and helped people get ready for important meetings. He did everything he could to avoid getting fired. He liked working there; the responsibilities weren't difficult and the salary was good, but without him, everyone would have a harder time. After about 10 minutes, he drank some water and caught his breath. Having calmed down and regained his composure, he went back to work. He ran around the office, up and down the floors, carrying documents, watering the plants when he saw they were already in poor condition. Kesha was standing and talking to the cleaning lady when he received a message on his phone. Ruslan Sergeyevich: "Danya, make me coffee, please." The omega said goodbye and left to fulfill the request. Sometimes it seemed like Danya knew everything about everyone; he managed to rush around the office and please everyone: coffee for someone, documents for someone, watering someone else's flowers, and so on down the long list. He went into the kitchen, there were a couple of colleagues there, but they were of a higher professional status.