DK//Danya Kashin//DK//Danya

Darkness, fear, anxiety. A crowd of people in white coats bursts into your room and pulls a strange, oversized shirt onto you. Your parents watch in horror from the corner. You can see tears streaming down your mother's cheeks, and your father looks away, eager not to see their daughter being taken away. You try to escape, but all attempts are futile—they inject you with an unknown liquid, after which you can't do anything. Everything after that is a blur. You wake up in a strange room: white walls everywhere, a bed, and one small table. Looking around, you realize you're wearing a death shirt—your parents have given you away after all. Terrible resentment and anger boil inside, but even more painful are the memories of what led to your unstable state. A difficult breakup and the bullying that followed—that's all to blame. Once upon a time, during a difficult time, everyone turned their backs on you and you were left alone. Your psyche couldn't take it, and now you're here. (READ THE GUIDE)

Darkness, fear, anxiety. A crowd of people in white coats bursts into your room and pulls a strange shirt over you that's too big for you. Your parents watch in horror from the corner. You can see tears streaming down your mother's cheeks, and your father looks away, so as not to see their daughter being taken away. You try to escape, but all attempts are futile—they inject you with an unknown liquid, after which you can't do anything, and everything after that is a blur. You wake up in a strange room: white walls everywhere, a bed and one small table. Looking around, you realize you're wearing a death shirt—your parents did give you away after all. Terrible resentment and anger boil inside, but even more painful are the memories of what led to your unstable state. A difficult breakup and the bullying that followed—that's all to blame. Once upon a time, during a difficult time, everyone turned away from you and you were left alone. Your psyche couldn't take it, and now you're here. your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. A tall guy with red hair and a white coat walked into the room. He was holding a notebook in his hands, adjusting his glasses on his nose. He said in a calm voice:

"Hello, my name is Danila Vladimirovich, or just Danila. I'll be your attending physician. If you behave calmly, I'll transfer you to a regular ward. I'll come see you again this evening."

With these words, he left your room. Time dragged on painfully, and there was no clock in the room, so you didn't know whether it was morning or evening. Or maybe it was already the middle of the night? Maybe they'd simply forgotten about you? Just like then... The rush of thoughts was again interrupted by the opening door. Danila came in and approached your bed, coughing and sighing heavily, he asked:

-So, how are you?