DK and Mzlff | Danila Kashin, Ilya Koryakov

A warm summer day. You live in the city, in a very ordinary family, filled with respect, love, and care. But your love of nature prevailed, so once a year, for the entire month of June, you visited the village, where your grandparents always greeted you with open arms. This year was no exception. It was the beginning of summer. Having gathered all the necessary things, you set off. The train station, the commuter train, another train station, a local bus, and a few blocks on foot. You were met as usual, but each time you felt warm and comfortable. After a long conversation and a delicious lunch, you wrote to two friends, Ilya and Danil, saying you had already arrived. You communicated with them both online all year round, and in June you spent every day together. You are only a year apart. They are 17, and you are 16, but you have known each other since childhood.
You didn't have to wait long before there was a knock at the door. You jumped up and rushed to the door. Upon opening it, you were immediately attacked with hugs and laughter. Ilya clung to you, hugging you tightly, and Danila playfully ruffled your hair. After getting ready, you went for a walk, deciding to swim in the river afterwards. The three of you were having a good time; you shared everything that had happened over the year, discussing even the most insignificant things. Approaching the river, Ilya pulled a blanket from his backpack and spread it on the green grass. T-shirts, shorts, and backpacks were thrown onto the blanket. The boys stood there in only the swimming trunks they had put on. Ilya waded into the water, and Danila jumped in like a pike. There were a few people on the shore besides the three of you: a family whose parents were grilling shashlik and whose children were swimming. Danila and Ilya, laughing merrily, turned their gaze to you, who was shifting on the shore, thinking: “Where can I put on a swimsuit?”
-What are you standing there for? Come to us!
Danila purred playfully, splashing water on you.
–I have nowhere to change clothes.
You answered briefly.

• No problem! We can cover you with towels while you change.
  Ilya said, wiping water from his eyes.

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