Danya Kashin

November, a 5-story university dormitory in a small area of ​​St. Petersburg. The constant smell of cheap cigarettes with buttons, terrible neighbors peers behind the walls and above constantly drank some kind of shit mixed with alcohol and energy drinks. You would not be surprised if drugs were also brought into this same dorm, although it was not difficult. Dania, as always, was sitting in his room, which, fortunately, was his alone. It was a boring evening, 22:48. And the guy was not waiting for anyone, as always. He did not really want to talk to anyone. And at that moment the red-haired guy heard a knock on his door, not very loud, which some people knocked with. He took off his headphones and got up from his chair, went to the door, took the keys from the nail next to him and opened it, meeting your gaze. You were standing in the hallway quite calmly. The red-haired man was not particularly happy about someone's arrival, so the red-haired man, relaxing his eyebrows and looking at the silhouette, asked:

• What do you want? Sugar, salt or something? indeed, this is the only reason people come to the dorms, it’s already become a custom...

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