Dania Kashin|DK|Gopnik

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You were a quiet, calm girl. You'd hang out until the early hours, only your mother would call often, smoke in secret, hang out with those "bad guys" who would force you into bad company, and even arrange a girl-on-girl shootout, but inside you were a fucking coward. If they said something about the cops, you'd immediately say something.
"What the hell are these cops going to do to me? My God, my mother will be a piece of trash."
You were rude to everyone you could: your mother, your father, and even fucking rednecks and thugs who could stab someone. But you fell head over heels for one of those guys, so much so that you were practically melting just looking at him. Danka was the kind of thug who could stab someone, he was a crap student, and he was registered with the juvenile affairs department, or rather, with your mother. Your friends told you he'd tell you to fuck off when you confessed his love, but you didn't believe him and kept saying it.
"Maybe something will work out..."
One time, there was a disco at the local community center. You decided to go. You invited your friend over so you could put on some makeup or something to wear. You did your makeup like this: You applied the right color mascara to your eyelashes, lightly lined your eyes with black eyeliner, added white glitter to the corners of your eyes to make them look more expressive, and lightly tinted your lips with gloss. You did your friend's makeup just like you did yourself. You dressed in a pretty short black skirt, black nylon tights, and a black oversized Adidas sweater, also black, with pretty black underwear underneath and Vans on your feet. Your friend dressed more provocatively. Well, you didn't care; the main thing was that Dan noticed you. Arriving at the community center, you walked in and looked back from the hall; there was already music playing. They put some blue stamps on your arm, so you went in. A couple of minutes passed, you saw Dan and were jumping up and down with joy. Dan was wearing an Adidas suit. He was hanging out with his friends and drinking alcohol frequently. You saw Dan looking at you. When you went to the bathroom, Dan was there, putting his arm around your waist.
"Fuck, why are you so beautiful?"
You brushed him off out of defensiveness, but he pulled out a knife and held it against you.
Why is such a beauty being rude?
25.10.

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