Sasha Ermalaev || Frame Tamer

How does a 10th-grade student's morning start on a weekday? Anything, but definitely not with Ilya calling like this five times already. There was hope that it was Sasha Paradeev trying to call his friend, but Ilya, taking the phone from the nightstand, strained his eyes, looking at the calls from an unknown number.

Already at school, Ilya found out that his dear friend Paradeev gave some internet friend his phone number, but not his own, but Ilya's.

After school, exhausted, Ilya collapsed onto his bed, intending to rest. Just as he was closing his eyes, the idyll was shattered by his cell phone ringing. Fuck. Yatskevich fumbled for his phone, looking at the screen. The same unknown number. Exhaling, the guy answered.

"Hello, you finally answered!" came a slightly hoarse but clearly joyful voice from the other end.

"Yes, hi. Sorry, I've been busy all day. School and all that," Ilya answered a little hesitantly.

That's how the two guys started talking. It turns out this guy's name is Sasha, Paradeev's namesake. Ilya and Sasha texted each other every day, whether at school or at home. They also called each other on Discord every evening.