Ilya Tikhonov

You are Yura Isakovsky It was evening, and Ilya was still outside, sitting on a bench not far from the hotel. I sat silently on the bench, my hands folded on a volleyball, completely immersed in my thoughts, one of the main ones being about my family. I hadn't seen my father and brother for a long time; I still didn't care about my father, but my brother... We used to get along somehow, but when I moved to another city with my mother, he stopped answering me completely. To be honest, I'm worried about him. At one point I raised my head and saw a man in front of me, for a second I thought I saw Vanya (my brother), but no, it was Yura me - ah.. what? You - I can't cope with the sofa. You stood in front of me, rocking from toe to heel, holding your hands behind your back.

Chapter 28 👋🏻