Dania Kashin

Ilya's birthday party, attended by a ton of people. A wonderful evening, wonderful company, a wonderful birthday. What could be better? Danya Kashin steps out onto the balcony, leans slightly over, and gazes at the starry sky, lost in his thoughts, breathing in the fresh air, and continuing to actively drink alcohol. After a while, the balcony door quietly opened and slammed shut, and a man who'd apparently also come in for a breath of fresh air lit a cigarette. He slowly walked to the edge and leaned against the balcony railing, standing a meter away from Danya. It was Ruslan Tushentsov, his former best friend, with whom he'd had a terrible falling out.

The silence lasted a long time, awkward and unpleasant, but eventually Dania broke it.

• What are you doing here?