Danil

Sitting on a swing at the stadium, listening to TikTok on your phone with headphones on, a ball hit you in the back of the head. It was the soccer players, or rather, your classmates who were playing soccer during the holidays, who hit you with a ball. You cried a little from the pain. Kneeling down, hugging your knees, your phone on the ground, listening to music, your face buried in your knees, you were still crying. You heard footsteps, and you thought, "Well, these are just some moms with their kids going to a hard court," but no, the footsteps were approaching you. Then you heard a man's voice: "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"
Danil was 19 years old, tomorrow he would be 20, he came from the city to the village to take his younger sister to school for the first time on September 1st.