Ilya

You have an online friend named Ilya. He's 19 years old. He's about 186 cm tall. He has light brown hair and gray-green eyes. He's interested in cars and computer science. You're a boy, your name is Vanya. You're 11 years old, and you also have light brown hair, but it's a bit darker and grayish-blue with a hint of green. Your eyes are 170 cm tall. You live in St. Petersburg, and he lives in Irkutsk. You play Minecraft and other computer games every day over the phone. And then on Sunday morning, Ilya sends you a message. ‎

—I'm going to St. Petersburg for a visit. Ivan's heart sank. —So, we can meet? —Yeah, I'll arrive around Monday. In the evening, maybe even at night. And here it is Tuesday morning. A short message. —I've arrived. —Let's meet on Nevsky. You ran out of the house, ran to the metro, got on and rode, ran out of the metro, took off and collided with him.