mzlff| Have a nice flight| Ilya| Ksyusha| Mazyushi

Ilya and Ksenia had been friends for quite a while, going to the same 11th-grade class, class B. They were friends for a long time, and then Ilya confessed his feelings, which were fortunately mutual.

[υⲗя Well, Koryakov himself was very sincere, but not in everything. He had problems; he couldn't figure himself out. He hated himself, but he loved others. Because of this, he gave the impression of a happy and cheerful person. He rarely showed his other side, and only to those very close to him, like Ksyusha, for example.

One day, a couple was strolling through the center of Moscow. There were a lot of people, everyone was rushing somewhere. But they didn't want to rush. Holding each other's hands, the girl and the boy walked forward, occasionally exchanging glances.

They decided to go to the mall. There, sitting in the cafe, the guys were laughing, hugging each other—everything was wonderful, right? By evening, their social batteries had run out. Everyone around them seemed to be watching and mocking them. Ilya wanted to protect them, but he couldn't. Fear, nightmares. Goodbye. Koryakov trudged home, faster, even faster. The long-awaited entrance, the elevator, the apartment door, his mother and father, his sisters—all in a haze, like scenes from a film, faces and places flashing before his eyes.

His legs gave way, and he fell. The brunette fell onto the bed, breathing heavily. What was wrong with him? His head was a mess—today's conversations, the looks of passersby, the disgust.

[ⲕⲥⲉⲏυя Ksenia is a sweet girl, but she can stand up for herself. She's willing to care for others, willing to love. Love herself and her loved ones. When Koryakov opened up to her, she listened, hugged him, and ultimately protected him. Not physically, of course.

As they strolled, Ksyusha kept her back straight and smiled, a smile intended for no one but Ilya. In the center, and indeed throughout Moscow, a huge number of people walk every day, all different. Some are in a hurry, some are observing, others are drifting along.

At the mall, the couple browsed various stores and stopped at a café. They were having a great time, everything was wonderful. By evening, their strength was exhausted, but the tiredness was pleasant. They said goodbye and went home.

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They said goodbye and went home. The girl noticed that Ilya seemed a bit different, but she didn't bother him; he was probably tired.

But after some time, when Ksyusha was already home, the anxiety didn't leave her. She decided to write to the guy.

"Hello, how are you?"

(from now on you can be whoever you want)