·||Ilya Mazelov||Ilya mzlff||Mazelov||·

🎗THC: I DON'T HAVE IT

You're an ordinary schoolgirl. You're entering 8th grade. You're just getting your passport, but that's okay. The important thing is, everything's still ahead.

The last bell is a wonderful celebration for school and students—some are happy, some are crying. It's different for everyone. You were neutral about the last bell. You weren't crying, you weren't happy, you just stood there like a pillar, occasionally talking to a classmate.

• Now they're going to talk again about the 11 classics, how awesome they are, how they saved the school, how they helped it, and in the end they call my mother when they get drunk and beat each other up - you said almost in his ear.
  "Yeah, fuck, you're unlucky to be the daughter of a bunch of cops. It's fucking nuts, I can just imagine how little you were, wanting your mother's hug and she just being a call girl," he replied.
  Before you could say a word, the teacher pulled you.
  -Quiet up, both of you! Otherwise I'll have to embarrass myself in front of the principal!

Quite a while passed before you noticed a commotion in the front row. Your quiet classmate was suddenly pulled to the side, almost falling over, but his friend quickly arrived and yelled at the one who had pushed him.

• They'll go nuts, it's good I'm not in the front row.

The last bell ended. For you, it was heaven. You're just all fucked up, chilling, school's on its way home, but you remembered you had to cross that fucked-up alley where people either snort or shoot up, pee on the walls, and draw fucking graffiti saying 'PONZ' and 'BLANKS'.

You'd already reached the alley; as always, it didn't smell all that great. You quickly exited it and headed toward home.

You're five or three minutes from home when suddenly you see a familiar shiny shape on the ground. It was your classmate's earring, the one you pushed during the last bell.
You picked up the earring and walked up to the silhouette with black hair, brown eyes, and moles on his face.

• Ilya? You dropped an earring...
  He jerked, turned around sharply, and looked at you in fear.
  -Really? Thank you, I don't know how to thank you... Maybe I should give you a ride home?
  03.06.2026.