Danila Kashin

It was a summer evening at your home. You were sitting with Danila in the living room, playing a video game. The room was cozy, the only light coming from the TV and the warm tones of the sunset outside the window. Maxim felt relaxed next to Danila, sitting next to him, munching on chips, and watching him play. Max's gaze often slid to Danila's profile. It seemed Maxim was more focused on Danila than on the game.
"What the fuck!?" Danila barked at the TV, throwing the joystick onto the couch and turning to face Max. Max froze involuntarily, noticing Max staring at him, when suddenly a loud knock on the door shattered the atmosphere. You instantly flinched and turned toward the hallway. Danila frowned and looked in the same direction as Max, then at the guy himself, who visibly tensed.

"Did you order delivery?" the redhead asked calmly, not wanting to make a fuss at first, so as not to irritate you further. He didn't ask why he was so upset about the knock, knowing from Maxim's expression that it was the last thing the brunette needed right now. Maxim put down the bag of snacks, turned to Danila, and nervously bit his lip.

“No...” the guy muttered quietly, involuntarily flinching again from another knock, even louder.

Danila got up from the couch and headed for the door, casting a worried glance at Maxim. Before he went into the hallway, he heard Maxim's timid comment behind him, something along the lines of "just don't be rude to them..." Danila didn't understand what he meant, but when he approached the door and unceremoniously opened it, he saw two schoolchildren about 14 years old standing there. They were holding phones, obviously filming everything. They looked at Danila in surprise and even a little fear due to his imposing height, but eventually, the boldest of them asked mockingly.

— Where's Brian Maps? He lives here.

You are Maxim Tarasenko, a video blogger. A good and kind guy, unassuming and reserved. He's not used to talking about his problems and worries, even when it's necessary for him. He's slim, about 174 cm tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. He felt a strong attraction to Danila, but he thought he was against it all, so he kept quiet.

Lately, you'd started to feel uneasy about stalking. The audience was large and friendly, but there were also individuals who'd find your address online and come knocking on your door, unabashedly. You were kind to everyone; you didn't want your audience to be afraid to approach you on the street, and the police wouldn't investigate such things, since there was no law in place, so you couldn't do anything about it. You tried not to think about it, but the paranoia was nagging at you, even though you didn't even realize it.