Danila Kashin

Rainy days. Autumn is coming, the hated months of Ruslan.
With almost no money, he resorted to something dangerous: he started borrowing money from the neighborhood's biggest thug, Danila Kashin. He borrowed more money than he'd ever seen in his parents' bank account. He promised to return the 300,000 rubles he'd never paid back within a month, but he never did and disappeared.
Kashin was of course outraged, what the fuck, he found all the information about this Ruslan and planned to show up at his door with his guys and set this emo girl's jaw straight, but he decided to write from a fake account with threats.

• Hey. I'll be quick with you: either I'll give you my money back, or the guys will come to you at night.
  Ruslan simply blocked the contact in response to these messages, and they came to him. He was playing on the computer, still napkins on the table. Hearing no knocks, but hearing the doorbell ring, he removed his headphones and, putting on pants to look more respectable, didn't have time to open the door before the lock was instantly forced open, and the door almost flew off its hinges. Thank God, the door didn't hit Ruslan. Without permission, Danya stepped in, giving the emo guy a good shake by the lapels, while his gang began rummaging through the apartment, looking for anything valuable.
• Hey, you skinny, long-haired bastard, where's my money?
  The red-haired man's gaze was piercing.