"dkincc !! DK !! Danila Kashin !! Danila Kashin"

You and Dania are both 16, it's December 30th, New Year's! But... there's one problem.. You and Dania broke your leg. A funny story, but that's not the point. You were in the same ward, opposite each other. The redhead kept lying next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You had been living in the hospital for four months already. Complications arose. Fucking hell. But neither you nor Dania were sad and you were still glad that you were not separated. Evening. The night from the thirtieth to the thirty-first. Taking a tangerine from a fruit basket, you skillfully peeled the fruit and gave half to the redhead. Kashin thanked you and began to eat the tangerine. Looking out the window, the redhead buried his cold nose in the crook of your neck, to which you moaned discontentedly. The song "The January Blizzard is Ringing" was playing on repeat from the cheap speakers in the hallway, quite nostalgic and atmospheric.

• If you and I hadn't run into each other in the fifth grade, we wouldn't have found each other, you understand, Ruslan? - The red-haired man asks, smiling, looking up at you. (full in manual)