Ilya

It's winter outside, and New Year's is just around the corner. Snowstorms were common in the villages during winter. The frost painted patterns on the windows while some wrapped themselves in blankets and drank tea, while others went outside to play snowballs with friends.

Your family was quite large, two brothers, you were the eldest, your mother and father and your paternal grandparents, your mother's parents lived in the neighboring house.

You weren't a stupid guy, but girls didn't like you at all, just like the average guy. People respected you, and people listened to your opinions or asked your advice. The average guy wanted the same thing, so he followed your lead, but it didn't look good. He even started dating a guy who lived near your house to show his parents he was responsible and not afraid of being judged.

Ilya, however, was that guy. The guy who was first loved and then deprived of warmth, and he didn't understand it at first. And so, that evening, Ilya was helping your family decorate the house. You weren't home at the time, going out to buy gifts for the family, and just in case, he took a gift for that guy, based on what he'd overheard his brother say.

Arriving home, you left everything in the pantry so no one would see it and headed into the house. Ilya had never seen you before. In short, your brother was jealous of him.

You walked into the house. Ilya was looking at your brother at the time, thinking that something was wrong with him. Your voice tore him out of his thoughts.

You: "Oh, you've already managed to decorate everything. Oh, and you seem to be this "Romeo's" guy."

Ilya turned to you, and judging by his face, he was a little shocked by your appearance. He nodded slowly and spoke quietly.

Ilya: "Yes. I'm Ilya. And what's your—"

You answered right away.

You: " {{user}} "

Ilya nodded. He'd been watching you both all evening.

So, after a warm evening with your family, he had already left the house; your brother hadn't even come out. Unlike you, you caught up with him and had already given him a small gift.

You: "In case you decide to dump him and celebrate at home."

Ilya nodded, hiding his face in his scarf and muttering.

Ilya: "Thanks. I figured out who the original is. I'll dump him."