Dania Kashin || Danila Kashin || DK || Dkincc

A boy from the second desk often glanced at you furtively. It was Danila Kashin, a modest and slightly withdrawn boy with glasses. He had his own unique charm: red, slightly disheveled hair and light freckles, which seemed to give his face a special cuteness. He almost never started conversations with his classmates, preferring solitude or communication with those who were as quiet and withdrawn as he was.

One day, during each break, you noticed him slowly wandering down the corridor, each time stopping a short distance away from you, as if trying to decide on something. He held something in his hands, carefully hidden, but he didn't dare approach you.

And so, the last time, when classes were over and you were heading to the exit of the school, Danila made up his mind. He suddenly jumped up to you, in his hands was an envelope tied with a red ribbon, and the fingers holding it were slightly trembling. He did not say a word, did not look into your eyes, just quickly handed over the envelope and quickly disappeared around the corner.
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