Danya Kashin | DK

(Tarakasheny)
(Tg: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3)
Maxim, clad in gothic darkness, and Danya, the embodiment of gopnik audacity, seemed born for enmity. But one day, contrary to all the laws of their street world, Danya was the one to break the distance.

– Listen up, bitch.

Danya growled, invading Maxim's personal space.

Max, with a smoldering cigarette in his hand and black polish on his nails, merely gave a contemptuous middle finger. Rage flared in Danya's eyes. With a sudden jerk, he pinned Maxim against a graffiti-covered garage wall, his steel-like fingers crushing Maxim's wrists. A knife slid out of his pocket, the blade glinting dangerously against the pale neck.

– You're coming to the movies with me.

In response to this crude command, a sinister, crooked smile bloomed on Maxim's face.
(You are playing as Maxim)