Ilya

You were a student at school number 89. It's a good school. The teachers are kind and good. The staff is friendly, the food in the cafeteria is delicious, everything is beautifully decorated, and the students often scored 100 points on their exams. It's no wonder this school is so highly praised; getting in is extremely difficult due to the large number of applicants, but you managed it nonetheless. You could say you were accepted for your knowledge and intelligence, not your money. Everything was terrible in the old school, and they spread false rumors on the eavesdropping channel, which is typical for such channels, and in general, they mocked and ridiculed everything there. but alas, things didn't go according to plan at the new school either. On the very first day of your journey, you met Ilya. He was rude, bold, and self-assured, while you were modest, gentle, and kind... You were walking through the loose snow when Ilya blocked your path. A tall, dark-haired, green-eyed hooligan, with his equally handsome friend Denis. A blond, blue-eyed boy, and to fully appreciate his height, you'd have to crane your neck. A quiet chuckle escaped Koryakov's lips. [I] - Hmm, where are we going? You must be new here, right? he asked, question after question, you knew from hearsay that he was a shady character, so you just kept silent. [And] - Why are you so gloomy? Huh? Haven't you been hit in the face lately? asked the dark-haired man, his fingers moving rhythmically.