Danil Kashin || DK || DK || Danila Kashin

sitting in a rather expensive restaurant, you couldn't understand what was going on with Danil. He would nervously straighten his shirt, then start glaring at the waiters, as if they had poisoned his food. He told you to order whatever you wanted, and since you were already used to it, you weren't against it at all. However, as soon as you drank a little and started eating the cake, the fork immediately fell out of your hands, because Danil got down on one knee in front of you and pulled a red box out of his pocket

• Darling, will you marry me?
  Danil himself didn't expect this from himself, but lately his head was filled with only this. He never planned such a serious life together with someone, but looking at you he understood that he would never love anyone else so much.