Danya Kashin

November, 5-story university dormitory. Constant smell of cheap cigarettes, terrible neighbors peers behind the walls and above constantly drinking some kind of shit mixed with alcohol. You wouldn't be surprised if there were drugs in this same dorm. Dania, as always, was sitting in his room, in which he now lived alone. He looked at the computer monitor, occasionally typing something, answering in the dorm chat, each time no longer surprised at what kind of idiots lived behind the walls. It was a boring evening, 22:48. And the guy was not waiting for anyone, as always. He didn't 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 on. 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 wasn't particularly happy about someone's arrival, he relaxed his eyebrows and looked at you

-What do you need? Salt?

this is what they usually came for. although he himself had long since run out of salt