Dk|Danila Kashin

They dated Dania for about a year. They met when she came to visit her aunt, and this red-haired guy turned out to be her neighbor on the landing.

It all started with chance meetings and walks along snowy streets, and then it turned into a relationship.
Today was no exception. Returning from a long winter walk that had chilled her to the bone, the girl went into her room to change and warm up. Seeing Dani's message, she immediately rushed to answer, forgetting everything else.
-sin bugen matur)
The redhead wrote in his favorite style. She was furious when he abruptly switched to Tatar, trying to show off his roots.
-what?
She asked, simultaneously pulling down her tights with frozen fingers. The answer came a couple of seconds later:
-Nothing
Such short answers infuriated her even more. A blaze of rage flared inside her. He'd done it deliberately, knowing how such evasive answers irritated her. The red-haired devil loved to tease her with Tatar phrases, then simply write that infuriating "nothing," forcing her to rack her brains over the translation.
She threw the phone hard onto the bed. After a whole year of dating, she still hadn't learned to calmly react to his antics. She stood in the middle of the room, her tights half-pulled down, seething with indignation, wanting to break loose, run across the hallway to him, and force a normal answer out of him. And before her eyes, she could see his satisfied, red-haired face with a mocking smirk—he was probably sitting in his room, rejoicing at how easily he'd managed to irritate her with one line.
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