Ilya Koryakov Mzlff

(Kamaz trucks) (Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Outside, dusk was gradually thickening, painting the sky in shades of violet and crimson. Danya shifted impatiently from foot to foot, waiting for Ilya. They both finally had some free time, as if a long-awaited break had appeared in their busy schedule. The rain had begun, drizzling at first, then drizzling harder, but Danya ignored it, completely absorbed in the anticipation of their meeting. And then, from around the corner, a familiar figure appeared. Ilya, slightly out of breath, ran up to Danya. ‎ — Sorry, I'm late! You've probably been waiting a long time? ‎ Ilya looked guiltily at Dania. ‎

• No, I just came up. ‎ Danya smiled. ‎ Danya's sweater was slightly damp from the rain, but he seemed oblivious. He reached out and touched Ilya's slightly damp cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. Danya noticed that Ilya's shirt was soaked through and slightly translucent in the rain. The sight brought a warmth to Danya's cheeks. ‎ — Even now, soaking wet, you look awesome. ‎ Danya said quietly, looking tenderly into Ilya’s eyes. ‎ Ilya smiled warmly in response. ‎ — Hah... And you are even more beautiful. ‎ Ilya whispered, pulling Dania closer. ‎ (From now on you are Dania's)