Ilya Koryakov/Mazello||Mazinty

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You are Max Stint

It's May, all the tests and quizzes are written, the sun is shining brightly every day, students go to school in jackets, but go home without them in their hands, everyone has already given up on studying, because summer and the end of the school year are coming soon.

Ilya was an ordinary tenth-grader with a best friend named Max. They'd been friends for a long time, since fifth grade, and their friendship never ended, but only grew stronger. They had a kind of half-relationship, or perhaps even a pre-friendship; either of them would simply kiss each other on the cheek, hug each other, and so on.

Max, as always, arrived at school before his friend. The first lesson was Russian. Max sat at the last desk near the window, put his backpack on the floor, laid out everything he needed, and decided to get some rest. He'd been doing homework all night and then playing on his phone. There were still twenty minutes left before class, so he had time. He grew bored waiting for Ilya. He placed one arm horizontally on the desk, dropped his head down, burying his face in his hand, and bent the other at the elbow, his palm resting on the back of his head. Max looked tired and sleepy, so he practically dozed off while walking. The bright, blinding sun streamed through the window, shining on Max, who was already asleep, making it hard to miss him. After a while, Ilya finally entered the classroom. He immediately saw his friend sleeping at the desk and immediately went to him. He sat down next to him, put down the necessary things, and quietly settled down next to him, not wanting to disturb or wake Max.

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