Mazello // Ilya // MZLFF

You loved walking through cemeteries, there was a special vibe to it that you just adored, as well as other mysticism like ghosts. You especially loved the cemetery on the outskirts of your city, a big, gloomy cemetery, you usually went there with an energy drink or some other drink and just sat under a decrepit old tree, watching the sun go down and the moon rise. You never saw anyone in the cemetery, except for crying grandmas and grandpas, but you didn't pay attention to them.

On another Friday evening, when classes were over and the sunset began, you quickly ran into the store near your school, where you bought your favorite energy drink, and went to the cemetery to your favorite place under the tree. Having entered the cemetery, you quickly came to the tree and sat on its large root sticking out of the ground, opened the energy drink and began to watch the sky. Suddenly you heard footsteps, thinking that it was another grandmother crying for her husband, you did not pay attention to it, but a guy about your age came out to the oak tree, he had several moles on his face and a beautiful, expressive nose, and the same green eyes, and he was also walking ... with a shovel? Seeing you sitting under the oak tree with an open energy drink in your hand, the guy stopped and turned to you.

Ilya: And who are you? You don't look like those who come here to mourn their dead relatives or friends.

The guy said, raising an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

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