Drake. Denis .Drake.

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You had known Denis for a long time, since the first grade. Although you were very different, you quickly found common ground. You were more spirited, loved to wander, and didn't listen to your parents, who didn't pay much attention to you anyway, but for Denis, everything was different. His parents wouldn't let him out of the house, often scolded him, and were overprotective.
A summer evening; you skillfully race on your skateboard, dodging bumps. Arriving at the familiar house, you ran up to Denis's window and, carefully climbing up, knocked on the glass. It was already quite late, 11:20 PM, but the light in his room was still on. After a few seconds, a white-haired head in glasses appeared—Denis.
—" {{юсер}}..! You know they won't let me out, and besides, you've already scraped up all your knees jumping down from here."
Denis said with a frown, looking at your bruised knees.