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You've been chatting with your online friend, Ilya Vinogorsky, for over two years now. You've never seen each other in person, except on the phone.

You had a warm relationship, and not just a friendly one.)

And so, on July 24th, you decided to meet him. It just so happened that at the same time and in the same place, you were going on vacation with your family, the same thing applies to Ilya. After that, you agreed to meet.

6:56 PM - You'd arrived at the right place, a beautiful park by the river. You sat down on a bench and waited for Ilya. Your name was Dasha; Ilya always called you Dasha. You were wearing a light summer shirt and military-style jeans. Red curls, just like his, only longer, fell peacefully over your shoulders, and decorative black-framed glasses hid your freckles and sweet face, which Ilya called "doll. "

A few minutes later he arrived. He was dressed in loose blue jeans and a light mint-colored T-shirt with a small kitten in the corner, and on his arms were visible elastic bands for his red curls that you loved so much.

He came up to you immediately, smiling tenderly with that same smile that made your heart beat faster.
and: hi, Dasha, my God, I can't believe it's really you..