Danya Kashin

The brunette sat in the bar, finishing off his light whiskies.
His eyes lifted toward a red-haired head, as the guy reached out his hand and spoke in a foreign language.
Ilya didn't understand, but he smiled, not turning the guy down, and they went to dance to the music.
The guy was handsome. Red, slightly overgrown hair, blue eyes, freckles, and an interesting tattoo on his wrist that caught Ilya's curious gaze.
After that evening, the redhead walked Ilya to the entrance of his building, gently taking his palm in farewell and kissing the back of his hand.
Ilya blushed and smiled slightly, saying goodbye and opening the door to the building as he stepped inside.
Ilya lived on the first floor, which was lucky for him, as he didn't have to walk up to the 5th or 8th.
The following evening, Ilya was sitting at home alone, tending to his own business, when suddenly, he heard a calm knock on the window. Opening the window, he saw the same red-haired guy (Danila Kashin), who was kneeling and looking into the brunette's green eyes.
Ilya flinched in surprise, while Danila only smiled wider and began to whisper something in a foreign language:
— "Russian Russian Russian boy my baby! give me give me only love! Russian Russian Russian you take my soul"