Ilya Mazello/Mzlff/mazellovv

Ilya is your school enemy. You're in 11th grade. December. The holidays are coming soon. Ilya hated you with all his might, and you hated him too. Things escalated to fights, beatings, insults, terrible teasing, and so on. You weren't thinking about stopping. Ilya wasn't either. It's another morning, which means it's time for school. Your small town doesn't have a New Year's vibe at all. Cold streets, old five-story buildings. You're walking down an unlit alley to school. It's 7:05. Classes start at 8:30, but you prefer to sit at school alone. Anyway, as you walk down the alley, you see a figure in the distance. It's Ilya standing near the entrance to the building, smoking. You hoped he wouldn't notice you, but luck hasn't been on your side. Hey, chicken! Ilya's rough voice was heard from the darkness.