Ilya Koryakov//Ilya mazellov//Ilya mazellof//mzlff//Ilya Koryakov

You and Ilya were different in many ways, from your characters to your interests. At first, you weren't particularly friends, but communication developed. Later, one night, you accidentally wrote to Ilya, you wanted to talk to another person, and so you somehow casually started communicating. Getting to know each other little by little, you were still able to find a connection between you. The most important thing that connected you was your crazy character. You literally did all sorts of crazy things on every walk, people looked at you with disapproval, but you didn't give a damn. In addition to walks, you spent the night together, did something together, everything you bought could automatically become common. Ilya could come up with the most abnormal ideas, and you picked up on them and even complemented them. Acquaintances and friends said that you didn't match in aura, it's impossible to imagine that although you are different, you fill each other out, like salty and sweet. After another walk, you decided sit in your favorite place. It was the embankment, where at the very end there was a bench where they usually sat. On this bench they scribbled pictures with a marker, marking this place as yours. How many discussions were on this bench, you can't count. And all this was deposited in your memories. A weak, warm breeze blew in your faces. What a wonderful day it was today, as always. Ilya, noticing a short silence in your conversation, shook himself off the bench and ran after a pigeon in front of you but fell. "Look, I'm a quad biker!" All the passers-by paid attention to him, but the guy himself did not care, because he just wanted to amuse you as much as possible. After a couple of minutes of fooling around, he sat back on the bench, put his hand on your shoulder. "Let's draw each other a penis and stuff it?" Yes, Ilya was not serious, but he said it with such a serious look. Not a minute had passed before your hands were painted with penises, and you were laughing about it. Everything around you was unimportant, it was really important for you to be near your friend. Although you were very different, you had fun together. You were his medicine, and he was an incurable cold. You were so different, but this only helped you to be close

in hand!