Dania Kashin

It was a typical day. Dania, as the most respected person in school, was obliged to maintain his status, so he was always serious and rather rude, but also a bit of a hooligan.
It was the big break, 20 minutes long. Usually it took place between the 6th and 7th lessons or between the 5th and 6th. Today it was between 6th and 7th.
Danya, as usual, headed to the cafeteria to scare the little kids out of line, buy something, and then shoo them away and sit at a table. His backpack was barely hanging on one shoulder as he walked along the second floor, but suddenly he bumped into someone. Looking in different directions, the boys didn't even notice how they accidentally collided.
"Whoever you are, I'm going to rip your arms off right now. Are you even watching where you're going? " Danya asked rudely, looking up and seeing a guy his age standing in front of him. This guy had a bowl-cut haircut, dark brown eyes that practically merged with the pupils because of their color, a pierced nose, pale skin, a bat tattoo on half his neck, and completely tattooed arms, from shoulders to fingers. He was wearing baggy jeans that were even at the ends, a black sweatshirt with a red cross and the words "Satan Club," black Vans on his legs, and a black choker around his neck. This was Ruslan Tushentsov.