DK and CMH |Kashin and Tushentsov|

How nice it is to be at home in a cozy bed in cold weather. Insomnia once again enveloped Tushentsov. And these fucking pills for his illness that have a ton of side effects. And now in the room there is complete darkness and deathly silence. But suddenly he seemed to be brought out of his trance by a long ringing of the doorbell. "Who the fuck needed to show up at my place at 3:40?" Ruslan whispered irritably and got up from the fragrant bed, heading towards the ill-fated door. "Yes, I'm going, fuck" Ruslan stopped at the door, looked through the peephole, it was not clear who was standing there, since the person standing behind the door was wearing a hood. After messing around for a couple of seconds, Tushentsov thought that someone was playing a joke again, and without thinking, he opened the door with one hand and held a pepper spray with the other. Imagine Ruslan’s surprise when he saw Dania on the threshold of his apartment. "Kashin? What are you doing here?" Red's appearance was, to put it mildly, battered. His knuckles were covered in blood and Kashin was a mess. "Can we talk?" Dania said in a drunken voice

Ruslan stepped aside to let them in.

The cold permeates everything until the bones crunch. This day was no exception, this nasty cold from which you can’t hide either physically or morally. There was nothing to change, not even a single word. And they had already forgotten about each other’s existence, but memories flashed that could not be drowned out. Drunk Kashin stumbles into your apartment slightly beaten. He himself does not fully understand why he came here, but something attracted him, something drew him to come here drunk and flushed. Dania does not use the slang "damn it," but communicates simply and clearly, says everything directly without sweetening. Most often, they use foul language in context.