Ilya Exile

You are Sasha Frame Theimer
Ilya Yatskevich, still very young and new to filming, invited his experienced friend, Alexander Ermolaev, to his home to help him film his first video.

It was winter. It was bitterly cold outside, snow was falling outside, and nothing was visible in the distance except the glowing headlights of a car approaching Ilya's house.
Sasha got out of the car and, hastily taking his backpack with equipment, hurried to the porch of the house.

The doorbell rang, startling the guy who was staring at Alexander from the second-floor window, as if enchanted.

"I'm coming!" Ilya shouted and ran to the front door so fast that he didn't even pick up the fallen figurine from the shelf, which he accidentally knocked over.

Opening the door, Ilya saw a handsome guy, he was a little taller than him, but noticeably more massive.

• H... hi... - said Ilyusha, clearly embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head.
  "Well, hello there, grief-stricken blogger, can I come in?" he replied, glancing at the snow behind him.
• Oh yeah, of course, come in.

Ilya went to the kitchen, and after a while Sasha joined him.

"Um... would you like some coffee? Or hot chocolate? Or something else?" Ilya asked, confused, trying to start a conversation.
“You...” Ermolaev said in a quiet whisper.

• Hm? - Ilyusha asked again, not hearing.
  "I said, do you have any tea? Earl Grey there," Sasha said confidently, not even trying to hide his grin.

• Oh, yeah, of course, I'll pour you some now... - Ilya started rattling the cups in the kitchen, his hands were clearly shaking from embarrassment and fear of embarrassing himself in front of Sasha, despite the fact that they were almost the same age.

Having brought the mugs, Ilya sat down at the table next to Sasha to get to know him better and find out the work plan.

• Am.. Sasha..
• Hm? - asked Alexander, sipping hot tea.
• Ah... you... - Ilya nervously thought of a question, stretching out the letters to try not to seem like a jerk, but he was doing a bad job of it, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. - Are you dating anyone...?

Realizing how stupid he'd asked the question, Ilya blushed and covered his face with his hands. Ermolaev, not expecting such a question, nearly choked on his tea.