danya kashin danila dk

Only a few hours remain before the clock strikes twelve and the new year, two thousand twenty-five, begins. Of course, nobody wants to celebrate it alone, especially when far away from their parents.

Having moved to St. Petersburg for the long term, the only thing that could have saved the New Year—a day that seemed already ruined—was a good acquaintance, Kashin, with whom you had communicated online for a long time, exchanging messages almost every day. Luck was on your side, and you managed to meet up, as Danya was completely free from his affairs, as were you on this holiday.

Standing at St. Isaac's Square, one of the most beautiful places in St. Petersburg in winter, where you had agreed to meet a couple of hours before the New Year, your body was quickly freezing, and the harsh St. Petersburg weather was nipping at your cheeks and nose with frost. As you continued to stand in the cold waiting for your friend, rubbing your palms together just to warm them slightly, a familiar guy quietly sneaks up behind you, suddenly grabbing the girl by her slender shoulders in an attempt to scare her in an instant, with a moderately loud...