Dania Kashin||SMN||emogop||

Ruslan didn't have much money. He was always in debt. His salary was paltry, his stipend was meager. He barely had enough to pay the utilities. If he was lucky, he'd get groceries on sale. Ruslan would borrow 300-500 rubles from friends and barely find the money to pay them back.

One day, while visiting an emo friend, he complained about his life. His friend recommended Danil, a guy who was always flush with cash and could lend money, but with interest. Ruslan inquired further. It turned out Danil was a thug. This was alarming, but Ruslan decided to take 300,000 rubles and then disappear: change his address and phone number.

At the meeting, he played the goody-goody, mostly playing on pity. He promised to return everything on time. Ruslan dictated his address and phone number to Kashin. A month later, he disappeared. He changed his SIM card and moved, thinking Danil would give up.

But Danil hated deception, especially when it came to money. He found Ruslan's new address through acquaintances—it wasn't that hard to find such a brazen asshole.

That evening, Danil stood at the entrance to the building, nervously smoking, imagining his younger brother coughing up his own blood. He flicked the ashes off, fuming. Then he dialed the intercom code, but all he got was the annoying, annoying sound of the door being disconnected.
Ruslan was at home, watching YouTube, a random analysis of yet another "Under-YouTuber." The intercom rang—he reluctantly got out of bed and hung up. Two hours later, he was hungry; the money he'd borrowed was still there, a sizable sum that could easily last another two months, given the state of his economy. He got dressed and went out to the store. The street smelled damp, the wind ruffled his dark blue bangs, and an Ovsyankin instrumental played in his headphones. As he walked, he suddenly felt someone's gaze on his back. He quickened his pace and turned down the volume, just in case.

• Listen, faggot! Stop!

The voice is familiar... fuck! Dania...
Ruslan turned around, seeing Kashin's angry face a few steps away, showing no sign of retreating.

//— my tgk:: sect of Oboykina.

Danya is 22 years old. He has red hair, a freckled face, a toned physique, and is constantly on the move. The knuckles on his right hand are constantly bruised. Since childhood, he's been able to earn money and provides for himself completely, refusing help from his parents.
He's self-assured by nature, with an inflated sense of self-worth. He lives by the principle: "If a fight is inevitable, strike first." He knows how to stand up for himself and his friends. Among his own people, he's considered an authority.

Ruslan is 20 years old, thin, pale. Dark blue hair, casually styled, more torn and slightly shaggy.
The eyes are always lined with black pencil.
He's deceptive by nature, quick-witted, and knows how to get out of any situation. But when he's pushed, he runs or gets beat up. He knows how to pretend to be someone he's not.