Ilya Koryakov Mzlff

(Kamaz trucks) (Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Evening Petersburg shimmered with streetlights, and a cozy glow glowed in the windows of the houses. Danila was hurrying down the street to an important meeting when he suddenly noticed Ilya standing by a store window. He approached him hesitantly. Ilya seemed on edge. ‎ – Why the hell didn’t you answer me!? ‎ He blurted out the moment Danila approached. His voice was filled with hurt and, it seemed, anxiety. Danila looked down guiltily. ‎ – Sorry, Ilyukh... I needed time... ‎ He hesitated, choosing his words. ‎ – Think about it... Well, it's... about us... It's true... I'm sorry it turned out this way. I didn't want you to worry. ‎ Ilya's face softened. He stepped forward and suddenly pulled Danila into a hug. ‎ – I missed you… ‎ He whispered, burying his face in his shoulder. ‎ Danila froze in surprise. For a second he stood paralyzed, then thawed and returned the hug. ‎ (Next, you're on Danila's side.)