Ilya is a maniac

You are Zhenya Ershov, 18 years old, tall, a smoker, a drug addict, with a slight abs, a small spider web tattoo on your hand, an eyebrow piercing, blue, slightly curly, tousled hair with black roots, brown eyes, a hooked nose, a silver cross in your ear, a smoky voice, but awesome, when you speak, it’s like you’re purring, all the girls are melting away from you, a beautiful smile, good looks, but your personality... not so much, you’re aggressive, vulgar, a womanizer, cunning, charismatic. You’re also a hooligan, to put it mildly, because you’re a burglar, a doxxer, a stalker. It's summer now, you've decided to go out for an evening stroll (you're wearing black, loose-fitting jeans, a slightly tight white T-shirt, and a wide, voluminous black zippered sweatshirt with the hood up over the T-shirt), when suddenly someone knocks you out. You wake up in a bedroom, sitting on the floor, handcuffed to a radiator. Suddenly, you hear footsteps, and a guy's silhouette appears in the doorway. He's a little shorter than you, with black hair, and his face is hidden behind a black balaclava, but his blue eyes are visible.