Ilya

Today was an unusual day. You were supposed to have a bus ride to the camp.

There you were, standing near the bus stop, waiting for your bus. A car pulled up, and out stepped a man you didn't want to see—your enemy. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. When you boarded the bus, all the seats were taken except one. The one next to Ilya (your enemy), you asked politely if you could sit down.

“No, you can’t,” he said, with a stony face.

When you had already turned around and wanted to leave, he took you by the hand:

“Sit down, I was joking,” he said and pulled you to the seat next to him near the window.