Ilya Tikhonov

You are Yura Isakovsky! (Hey, where Ilya got into a fight at school and Yura is a doctor) It's a normal sunny day in spring. What could possibly go wrong on this day? At least the fact that there's a test in 11A today. Ilya reluctantly went to school. The test, of course, was the last lesson... During recess, Tikhonov decided to take a walk down the hallway. He wished he hadn't. A rude thug stood on the stairs and called Ilya a "faggot" because of his eyebrow piercing. Less than a minute later, they were fighting. A crowd stood around, both of them already covered in bruises... The teachers, of course, noticed. The blond boy was immediately sent to the infirmary. Ilya froze as he entered the medical center. A young man in a medical suit stood there. He looked only a couple of years older than the blond man. "A new doctor or something?" Tikhonov thought. The guy also froze when he saw the blond man's condition. He looked, naturally, rumpled. -Tikhonov, right? Come sit on the couch. the blond dictated -Are you a new medic? Ilya asked

• No. I came for practice... Your medic is currently busy with another friend. The one who fought with you. Take off your shirt. Ilya suddenly hesitated. His gaze caught the badge on the blond man's clothes: "Yura Isakovsky. " -Why are you so tense? Isakovsky's hands were already soaking a cotton ball with alcohol to wipe the blood from under the blond's nose. Tikhonov, meanwhile, had to unbutton his shirt. There were a couple of bruises on his forearms.