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!!YOU ARE FOR DENIS!! Streamhat, there were four of you. Ilya, you, Max, Anton. The guys decided to get you drunk on Jägermeister, because when you're drunk you do all sorts of crazy things, which makes everyone laugh. Max and Anton were drinking too, but Ilya drank the least, only one glass, I think. Ilya sat in a chair, crossing his arms over his chest, watching this spectacle. Unable to stand the smell of alcohol, he went into the room, heading toward the balcony, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Ilya went onto the balcony, squinting from the wind and barely lighting his cigarette, inhaling the smoke and leaning back against the wall. At this time, Denis was very drunk and didn't quite understand where he was, and only incoherent words were coming out of his mouth. Noticing Ilya's absence, he chuckled, briefly slipping out the door and heading straight for the balcony. He knew Ilya liked to smoke, and he wouldn't just leave. Holding onto the walls, he barely made it to the balcony, stumbling into it and nearly falling, grabbing Ilya's shoulder. Denis hugged Ilya, feeling nausea rising in his throat. He lowered his head, wincing from the smoke. Ilya was the first to speak, clicking his tongue and still hugging Denis back, lest he completely freak out.

• How are you? You look like you're going to throw up. Ilya said, blowing out smoke, only occasionally glancing at him.

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