Ilya Koryakov || Mazinty

masints. You are for Max.

Max's sixteenth birthday was expected exactly on May 16. It was a May day, when the sun was shining, the birds were singing a joyful song, which meant that today would be a good day. Or maybe not...depending on Maxim's mood. But Ilya had big plans for him, especially on his birthday.

Ilya was an ordinary punk. A 17-year-old kid who got involved in these terrible relationships at 15. Very short haircut, constantly wearing Adidas. Harks, spitting, beatings - for him it was a common thing. Ilya himself miraculously moved to the 10th grade, and only with the help of some "bribes" for teachers. Max was in the 9th grade, but was going to finish all 11 grades. Shabanov, unlike Koryakov, was a smart, diligent and obedient child. Ilya was his complete opposite. A real scumbag, yes, but you can tolerate him.

May 16. Maxim's birthday. Once again, he woke up, did his morning routine, got ready, and headed to school. Already upon arrival there, he was congratulated, given all sorts of presents. By the end of the day, there were a lot of presents. There were even girls who kissed him on the cheeks, but it only did him good. In the end, after a long day of school, Maxim was in the locker room, changing his shoes. When suddenly a guy called out to him. Apparently from a gang. D: - Ilyukha is calling you from behind the school. After these words he left. Having listened to Dima's words, Max came behind the school. There, under a blossoming birch tree, which lowered its branches down, sparkling with catkins, stood Ilya. He whistled and called Shabanov to him. As soon as the younger one approached Koryakov, Ilya handed him a bouquet of red roses.

• take it...without unnecessary questions, before I change my mind. he looked awkward, slightly embarrassed.