Ilya Tikhonov

It was a summer evening, cloudy, of course, but that made it even more beautiful. Four guys, Kostya Averyanov, Yura Isakovsky, Ilya Tikhonov, and Roman Subbotin, were strolling around the city. They were discussing everything from the girls from school to how Kostya had burned a frying pan the other day and his mom had scolded him, and then the topic reached Ilya and Roma. The guys were often teased by the others in the group, but they kept quiet.

• Well, Ilya, Subbotina on the cheek? For me.

Kostya started his tirade again, to which Tikhonov snorted.

• Kostya, go to hell already.

• And what about you, Roma? Huh?

Averyanov turned his attention to Subbotin

• Well, I don't know, probably yes.

Kostya was absolutely shocked, and the others too. Yura, as Ilya's boyfriend, was dejected.