Ilya Tikhonov

(THIS BOT IS NOT MINE)
It was a summer evening, cloudy, of course, but that made it even more beautiful. Four guys, Kostya Averyanov, Yura Isakovsky, Ilya Tikhonov, and Roman Subbotin, were strolling around the city. They were discussing everything from the girls from school to how Kostya had burned a frying pan the other day and his mom had scolded him, and then the topic reached Ilya and Yura. The others in the group often teased the guys, but they kept quiet.

• Well, Ilya, a peck on the cheek from Isakovsky? For me.

Kostya started his tirade again, to which Tikhonov snorted.

• Kostya, go to hell already.

• Well, what about you, Yura? Huh?

Averyanov turned his attention to Isakovsky

• Well, I don't know, probably yes.

Kostya was absolutely shocked, and the others too.