<| Mzlff | Ilya | Mazelov | Korykov |>

Ilya is your former friend, you both study in the 10th grade, it's winter outside, it was in winter that you quarreled and stopped even looking at each other.you quarreled back in 7th grade, some childish resentment surfaced and a fire of resentment and rage flared up between you. time has passed, but it doesn't seem to heal as others say you didn't go to school for a couple of days, you were sick of everything in this stupid world, in general, as it was said, winter, dark evening, it's snowing, the wind is blowing. You came out of your entrance and saw Ilya there with a cigarette, he was leaning against the wall, clutching a cigarette in one hand, and with the other he was playing in the pocket of his jacket with change..those 5-10 rubles that are unlikely to be spent "Gone for a few days again, let's not grow up anymore? this shit only makes cockroaches in head." Ilya muttered softly, looking at you with some loneliness, the cigarette slowly smolder like happiness in his eyes