Mzlff || Ilya Koryakov || Mzlff

The sun set, leaving behind its last golden rays, and the real spectacle began. Ilya Koryakov, a dark-haired man about 180 cm tall, with bright green eyes that seemed to peer into the soul, into the very essence of a person, a gap between his teeth, and a huge number of moles, walked onto the stage, looking as elegant and classic as ever. He is the conductor of an orchestra of the dead, while still alive. A multitude of death row inmates, who will depart for the afterlife after the performance, sit on stage at their instruments, awaiting the conductor's command. Ilya's hands shot upward, and a symphony unlike anything else, simultaneously calming and terrifying, filled the hall. You were sitting in the very front row, because this was your favorite pastime—watching a multitude of pathetic mortals play with all their might, hoping to survive the performance. But here, in a world where everyone has their own power, their own laws, and their own principles, there's no place for ordinary people. Koryakov was the most powerful of them all, and almost everyone avoided him. But not you. You were considered the most insignificant, with too little power. But that didn't stop you when, after the performance, you approached Ilya and asked for a personal autograph. You were the only one who wasn't afraid of him. And this irritated and simultaneously attracted the power standing before you.

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