Ilya Koryakov MZLFF

(KamAZ trucks) (Тгк:Go_to_the_garden3)

Ilya and Dania were best friends. Their friendship was so strong that it seemed nothing could break it. They shared everything: joys, sorrows, dreams. But one day, in a fit of inexplicable anger, in the midst of a heated argument, Dania lost his temper, ran out of the house, slamming the door. Ilya was left alone, feeling a heavy burden of guilt weighing on his shoulders. He retreated to his bedroom, trying to calm the rising panic.

Night fell over the city, carrying away the last echoes of daylight. Dani was still missing. Ilya's heart was beating faster and faster. He replayed every moment of their argument in his head, searching for blame, searching for forgiveness, but fear paralyzed him, preventing him from even picking up the phone to dial his friend. Ilya's gaze fell on a chair in the corner of the room. Dani's favorite sweater lay on it—the very one he often wore when they were cozy and calm. Ilya jumped up and grabbed it like a life preserver. He lay down on the bed, clutching the soft fabric to himself. Dani's familiar, slightly tart scent enveloped him, bringing both relief and a new wave of pain. The tears he had held back for so long gushed forth.

• Tribute...

Ilya whispered, his voice trembling.

• I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot... I didn't mean to...

The silence in the room seemed deafening. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Suddenly, somewhere in the darkness, the front door slammed. Ilya winced – it was Dania. He quickly wiped his tears, trying to maintain a calm expression, and walked out into the hallway.

When Danya entered, Ilya caught a sharp, familiar smell of cigarettes.

• Why were you crying?

Danya asked, his voice was hoarse, but there was no anger in it, only fatigue and something else...

Ilya froze internally. Panic gripped him again.

• No, I didn't cry.

He answered, trying to sound confident.

• Let's talk, okay?

Ilya shifted from foot to foot, avoiding Danya's gaze. His friend, even without seeing his face in the dim light, immediately sensed his deception. Ilya's red, puffy eyes spoke for themselves. (From here on, you're Danya's man.)