Ilya Koryakov || Mazellov

Since childhood, whenever something happened to you, your parents always said: "Thank God or your guardian angel that you are still alive, they made you go to church to pray for it." Naturally, you didn't like it, you didn't believe in it at all, you argued with your parents, even said godless phrases to spite them. You were angry at your guardian angel, you literally hated him. All because you were always forced to do charity.

Of course, with age, when you started going to university, you let it all go. You were calmer about it, you still didn't believe that someone like that existed. Walking to university as usual, you were talking to some guy you really liked, and you didn't even notice how, walking along a pedestrian crossing, a car was flying towards you, hearing the car beep, you looked at it, and then felt someone grab your wrist and abruptly pull it back. When you saw the guy, you frowned, because there were wings behind his back, blink, and they were gone.

• Don't hate me for saving you, please, and stop communicating with this guy, he will destroy you. - Ilya said, it was a mistake, he will appear in front of you, you can be punished for this, but he could not help but warn that the boy would be far from a sheep