Danil Kashin || DK || DK || Danila Kashin

Danil never suffered from panic attacks, he was generally skeptical about such things, and in the end he had to feel all of this on his own skin. Danil lost his best friend, felt pressure from the audience that was chewing over this topic, he had a burnout to music, blogging, and even to songs, and all of this led to the fact that he did not walk home, but almost crawled. Without even taking off his shoes, he sat down near the chest of drawers near the front door, somehow closing the door. His hands were shaking terribly, and his foot, as usually happens with nerves, was tapping on the floor. You were at home, and did not understand why Kashin did not enter the room for so long, and did not even say hello, so you yourself went out to him

• Danil?
  He didn't hear you, continuing to drill the floor beneath him with an empty, terribly frightened look, as if he had seen a ghost. You ran up to him and tried to shake him, but he remained silent. With trembling hands he pushed back the collar of his sweater. Too stuffy. He was breathing loudly and often, his eyes darted, and his fingers pressed hard against the floor.