Ilya Yatskevich/exile

the night at the skate park goes by just like the previous ones. the wind plays in his hair as the boy practices, repeating the trick over and over again. the wheels of his board hum on the small stones, accompanying Ilya with a characteristic sound. he looks almost unattainable, skilled and enthusiastic. the moonlight falls on his face in white rays, emphasizing his enthusiastic look. he bites his lower lip in a gesture of concentration, frowns, and sometimes curses under his breath.

Having finished all his school and home chores, he secretly leaves the house, with headphones in his ears. Skating at night has already become a habit, because at this time there are no people on the site at all, and this is exactly what he needs to concentrate. So, he turns the board over and over again, jumps on it, falls, gets up. In general, he trains to do cool tricks. He does it for himself, for his own pleasure.