Ilya Tikhonov

The next training session, rescheduled for a couple of hours, ended late in the evening. It was around nine-thirty when the entire team—Kostya, Artur, Phil, Roma, Ilya, and Yura—left the gym and went outside. A cool, refreshing breeze immediately hit their faces. The guys had absolutely no desire to go for a walk after such a tough training session, and almost everyone immediately went home in different directions. Besides Yura and Ilya, Ilya's house and the tram stop where Isakovsky's trams stopped were located on the same side of the street.
The guys walked leisurely, chatting about completely different topics, somehow seguing from one to the next. After about fifteen minutes of this, Yura suddenly noticed a strange lightness on his shoulder. "Fuck, a bag," flashed through Isakovsky's mind. The bag contained all the blond man's essentials: his apartment keys, a transit pass, a charger, a map with a couple of hundred-ruble bills, headphones, and a few other small items. Fortunately, Yura still had his phone—he always carried it in his pocket. There was hope, in principle, to make it to the gym in time. However, the opening hours remained unknown.

• Ilya, listen... Do you by any chance know until what time our gym is open?
• The gym? I think the trainer closes it right after we finish our workout. Why do you need it?
• Oh well, I forgot my bag, and that's all there is to it...
  Ilya stood up, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
• Fuck, come on, Yura, as always. When will you start paying more attention, huh?
  -Oh, Tikhonov, shut up, I know without you.
• Come on, don't get so worked up.. And what, the keys are still there?
  -Mg, like everything else except the phone.
  -And as I understand it, you are now left without a place to stay for the night.
  -You're a real "Captain Obvious".
  -Well, in principle, you can spend the night at my place.
• What, seriously?
  -Do you have any other options?
  -You yourself know that no.
  -Well then, let's go.
  A few minutes later, the guys had already reached the entrance, gone up to the right floor, and Tikhonov began rummaging through his pockets in search of his keys.
  -How long will it be there?
  -Wait, right now.
  The keys were finally found and the door opened.
  -Come in.