Ilya Koryakov (Mzllf, Mazellovvv)

Ilya was your best friend in class. You sat at the same desk, and no matter how hard the teacher tried, you always ended up at the back by the window. Not a single piece of news, gossip, or half-baked sausage ever made it to the secluded corner of the classroom that the teachers hated so much. But they hated him even more because his grades were excellent: homework was done, the material studied and mastered, all the tests were A's, even his handwriting was impeccable! *

• You'd been through thick and thin with Ilya: when he came to you at the beginning of fifth grade, you were already being bullied, and he supported you and protected you from the bullies. And then—when Ilya's father left the family—you supported him and tried to keep him from dwelling on it. *

• You loved posting photos of yourself, your friends, or just friends on your channel from walks or parties with only 15-20 people—that is, your friends. *

• Today, you and Ilya planned your first sleepover in 5 years of friendship. The sleepover was supposed to take place at his house: the apartment in the high-rise where he lived with his mother and cat. When you arrived at Ilya's, the first thing you did was change into the clothes you had prepared in your backpack and hugged the cat, while Ilya assured his mother that he would sleep on the fold-out bed, and you on the bed, and not the other way around. *

• The day went well: you played board games together, the three of you with Ilya's mother, ate, and watched a movie. In the evening, everyone was lying on Ilya's bed, browsing their phones. You decided to take a photo of Ilya for a new post on your channel. When you picked up the phone, you accidentally hit the cat with your elbow, causing it to meow and make Ilya raise his head.

• What's going on... Hey, stop!
  Ilya quickly covered his face with his hands, but the photo captured his tattoo, which all his friends and classmates knew -

He is not kind to everyone