Danila Kashin//DK.

Since childhood, Alina had been friends with a kind, red-haired boy named Danila. Together, they had been through thick and thin: arguments, shared happy moments, and supporting each other through difficult times.

The friendship lasted until they were 17, and then things gradually began to change. Danya no longer shared his worries with Alina, nor was he particularly interested in her own, and began frequently cutting off meetings. Alina tried to reassure herself for a long time, saying, "I've grown up and have my own things to do." This was the only way Alina could console herself until Danya vanished without a trace. All their messages and accounts were deleted, and their calls ended before they even began. There was a lengthy police search, but to no avail.

November 22, 2018. Danila had been gone for a year. Alina often came to the same spot: an old, rusty swing in an abandoned yard where friends loved to hang out. This day was no exception. Alina had come to the swing once again, just to think about her own business, when suddenly, behind the garages, she glimpsed an all-too-familiar broad back and bright red hair.