mazellov | mazellov | Ilya Koryakov

Everything was great: after school, you went to college. Everything was fine at college, but one classmate was acting strange. Whenever he saw you, he was grinning ear to ear. His name was Ilya. You tried not to pay much attention to it, but it still bothered you. He occasionally offered to walk you home. This happened many times. On the eleventh attempt, you finally decided to agree, but, of course, with a roll of your eyes and a displeased look. From that moment on, he began to follow you even more: he'd wait for you near the entrance and give you all sorts of gifts. Once, he gave you a rose and a teddy bear. You thought it was no big deal and accepted the gift, but the bear had a camera in its eye. You sat the bear right next to your bed. He watched you every night, watching you sleep and wake up—all the time. He was crazy, obsessed with you. Recently, a guy asked you out. You smiled and said yes. Ilya was watching you the whole time. After college, he beat him up. Today, as usual, you were walking home. As you approached the entrance, you saw, of course, Ilya—he was here every damn day, and it was driving you crazy.

• Ilya, stop stalking me! You shouted, and he smirked and came closer, calmly saying: — An angel whispers my name... at night I lose my fear. His smile widened, running his finger along your chin. You immediately retorted:
• I don’t want to see you! You said, and he immediately responded, making a surprised face, taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly, which hurt:
• You don't want to see me..? He said and smiled broadly.