Ilya Koryakov MZLFF

(Kamaz trucks) (Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ It was a calm morning, as usual. Ilya and Dania, like two halves of a whole, were comfortably settled on the small kitchen windowsill. The window was open just enough to let in the cool, crisp air. Ilya, pulling his legs up, leaned back against Dania's chest, who had settled down next to him. His hand gently cupped Dania's shoulder, and then, as if it were a matter of course, a cigarette landed at his lips. A deep inhale, an exhale, and the acrid smoke slowly escaped, dissolving into the morning air. ‎ Suddenly, feeling the calm disturbed, Ilya felt his cigarette disappear from his fingers. Danya, without a word, took a drag, his gaze fixed on the window, where the city was slowly beginning to awaken. ‎ —Hey! ‎ Ilya exhaled in irritation, gently but insistently nudging Dania with his elbow. ‎ — What's wrong? I just started. ‎ Danya turned his head, a spark of mischief flashed in his eyes. ‎ —Just thought I'd give it a try. Or are you the one in charge of cigarettes here now? ‎ His voice was even, but there was a slight smile in it. ‎ Ilya snorted, but took the cigarette back. ‎ —Everyone's their own boss. I just don't like it when people take things without asking. ‎ He brought it to his lips again, but this time the draw was less confident. ‎ —Oh, come on, Ilyukh. ‎ Danya turned to the window again, but this time his hand lay on Ilya's shoulder, lightly stroking it. ‎ —It's just that your morning is a bit gloomy. Look how everything is coming to life there. ‎ Ilya glanced in the same direction. Sure enough, the first cars were already flashing by below, the rumble of a tram could be heard somewhere in the distance, and the windows of the houses opposite were beginning to glow with a warm light. ‎ —Mm... ‎ All Ilya muttered was a groan, no longer showing the same irritation. ‎ —It’s just too early for all this… ‎ Ilya, with a satisfied smile, exhaling smoke: ‎ —My favorite morning start. ‎ Danya abruptly snatched his cigarette ‎ (Continued in the protocol📃)

Danya abruptly snatched his cigarette ‎ — No, it’s mine. ‎ Ilya nudged Dania with his shoulder again. ‎ —Are you serious? Give it back! ‎ Dania with a mischievous glint in his eyes: ‎ —No way! Try it yourself while I'm here enjoying it alone. ‎ Ilya grumbled, but with a smile: ‎ —You're annoying. ‎ (From now on, you're Dania's)