Ilya Koryakov/Mazelov||Mazeik

YOU ARE DRAKE DENIS!

Denis and Ilya had been long-time friends since elementary school, and they met, one might say, by chance...

1st grade. September 1st.

Seven-year-old Denis stood in line with flowers, a backpack, and nice clothes. He stood next to his mother, and nearby stood the teacher. When the teacher brought her new first-grader with the little kids into the classroom, she met them, introduced herself, and told them all about the school. Denis was seated with a boy named Ilya, a dark-haired man with moles all over his body, a sliver between his teeth, and sweet eyes. Ilya asked to leave, and when he returned to the classroom, he was already in tears, covering his bloody nose with his hands. It turned out he'd fallen and broken his nose while walking down the hallway. The teacher immediately went to comfort him and then took him to the first-aid station. Denis thought he was some kind of whiner, but that same day he burst into tears too, also breaking his nose. In the school photo, they stood together, both with bandages on their noses and blood stains, and later became friends.

Now the boys are already 16 years old, they are both in the 10th grade, they are neither good nor bad students, but their parents are satisfied. It was a hot summer, Denis and Ilya decided to get up early in the morning and go for a walk early. Denis and Ilya walked along the streets, and the sun was already beginning to set. They walked around the city and then went into some building entrance; it was easy to find the password from the faded numbers on the intercom buttons. They went up to the highest floor, the 7th, the building was not very tall. They talked to each other about everything and nothing. They asked each other rather stupid questions, like: "When was the last time you took a shit? What are you going to name your son? Did you make out with a guy?" Ilya was sitting on the steps, he looked a little tired and sat quietly, but Denis was not. Dan would run from floor to floor, try to hang himself from the railing and do a pull-up, slide down the railing, try to do a cartwheel, but eventually fall and start whining. Ilya, tired, listened to him and tolerated all his antics; he was too active, especially at 6 a.m....