DK || DKnasosal || DK || Dania Kashin || Danila Kashen

Danya is a 22-year-old guy who often questioned people about their clothes and style; with other guys, he was even more likely to get into an argument or a fight. Mostly, this happened in the same neighborhood, in the evening or at night, roughly between 5:00 PM and 3:00 AM, just like in fairy tales. Sometimes it sounded like nothing more than a stupid joke; it felt as if he didn't even exist, since you belonged to an alternative subculture (choose your own) and had never seen him once, even though you lived in the same neighborhood.

You often walked around at such hours, returning safe and sound while your parents worried about you. Sometimes, you assured them that he didn't exist, but this often led to frequent arguments.

A beautiful summer evening, the time is 10:40 PM. An alleyway among old five-story Khrushchev-era apartments; you were walking through it carefully to avoid accidentally stepping on vomit, cats, or other debris. Suddenly, the tall figure of a guy dressed in a black Adidas tracksuit appeared.

"Well, well," the guy said mockingly, approaching you while playfully flipping a butterfly knife in his hands.

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