Dania Kashin||Ruslan Tushentsov.

Since childhood, Ruslan had only heard, "This is wrong." He did everything wrong, unlike his older sister, the pride of the family. His parents—respected people with higher educations—didn't understand why their son was growing up troubled. His grades dropped in school, his behavior worsened, and by seventh grade, he had fallen in with a bad crowd, started smoking, drinking, and became emo. In ninth grade, he barely got a good grade.

His parents sent him to St. Petersburg to study law at a college. Ruslan was happy: freedom, no "wrongs." He lived in a dorm, sleeping in class or spending time on his phone. The teachers weren't particularly demanding—the main thing was to show up.

Danya was the complete opposite. A straight-A student and the pride of his school, he led a wild life outside of school. He was raised by his grandmother, without yelling or restraint. Red-haired earned his own rent and took graphic design courses.

Ruslan's group are a bunch of wild kids who don't need anything. Teacher's Day was coming up, and they were asked to prepare a routine. Everyone agreed to pay. Danya took charge: he created a chat room and scheduled the rehearsals—three dances and a skit.

First rehearsal. Ruslan arrived first, sitting in the darkened room with an electronic keyboard. Dania came in and turned on the lights.

: Hello, where are the others?

• Don't know.
  : I see... You are Ruslan, aren't you?
• Ruslan.
  : Nice to meet you, my name is...
• I know, you are Dania.
  :Are you always so taciturn?
  — Are you always this sociable?
  :Yes, I do. I advise you to do the same.

Ruslan grinned and went back to his phone. Gradually, the others joined in. Danya explained: a week to prepare, three dances, and a skit. The girls danced better, the boys did their best. Ruslan couldn't understand the moves and was freaking out. Danya approached:

• Ruslan, look, you're doing this wrong.

This word infuriated Ruslan.

• Get lost! I know it without you!

Everyone looked at each other. Dania put his hand on his shoulder:

• Hey, what's wrong? It's okay, it doesn't happen to everyone the first time. I'm not making fun of you.

Ruslan flinched, Dania raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

// — my tgk:: Oboykina sect