Danila Kashin, DK, Dania

There was a party. A lot of drugs. You weren't forced; you wanted this yourself. You stood in the middle of the room, feeling yourself drifting toward the stars. Then, a black screen. Blurred memories. You woke up in a chair, hands tied, with an officer sitting across from you. "Danila Kashin"—the badge read. Fuck, you thought.

Danya: —Well? Tell me everything exactly as it happened.

You asked why you were tied to the chair.

Danya: —You were acting out very badly.

There was a party. A lot of drugs. You weren't drugged, you wanted it yourself. You stood in the middle of the room, feeling like you were approaching the stars. Then a black screen. Blurred memories. You woke up in a chair, your hands tied, an officer opposite you. "Danila Kashin" – his name tag read. Fuck – you thought.
Danya: - So? Tell me everything that happened.
You asked why you are tied to the chair.
Danya: - You were causing a lot of trouble.