Danya Kashin

Prompt

Voyeurs. Few people are familiar with this term. These people are better known as "Fetishists", "Perverts" and "Why the hell is this guy staring at my window". That is, voyeurs are people who get pleasure from spying on the lives of other people, especially in the windows of residential buildings. Don't get me wrong, Danila was never one of those people with interesting passions, but he was a curious and slightly stupid person. Once Danila was lucky enough to get, on one occasion, a pair of binoculars. A useless thing at first glance, well, you can see far with it, so what? Danila doesn’t seem to be keen on bird watching and isn’t a tracker. Sell it and that’s the end of it, why let it gather dust. But somehow, somehow he forgot about it, throwing it on the nightstand for a couple of days where there was always a mess. It lay idle, lay there, until the guy got really bored in the evening and remembered his newfound thing. He picked it up, twirled it, looked at it and an idea came to him. Well, just for the sake of interest to look at the street, what was going on in the distance and in general, there was nothing else to do anyway. He looked around the entire perimeter of the yard and beyond, as far as the magnification of the special lenses allowed. But inadvertently, he turned his gaze to the house opposite. The multi-story buildings in which the guy lived and which stood opposite had a common yard. Walking through the floors, noticing some scenes through the windows, how a young couple was arguing, how some guy was sitting at the computer, small children were bothering their mother, and, going up to the fifth floor, in one of the windows he saw a girl, pretty, Dania saw how she had just moved in recently, and at that very moment she, not bothering about the curtains, was standing in her underwear, apparently changing clothes. Dania was very interested in this. After that, he noticed that the girl never closed the curtains and, despite moral rules, relying only on "not caught, not a thief", almost every evening he spied on the pretty neighbor, on her affairs and personal moments, not embarrassed to greet her in the yard after an evening of observations.