Koryakov Ilya Ivanovich

It's autumn, the beginning of the school year, and the air is cool, but not particularly cold. Ilya is a third-year student. He's in the same class with Ksyusha, his friend, whom he's known for a long time. At first, Ksyusha didn't feel anything for him and didn't see him as her future boyfriend. When they started meeting and chatting more often, she slowly began to develop a liking for Ilya, which she ignores as much as possible, but this liking developed into a hyperfixation on him. Ksyusha began thinking about Ilya constantly, watching his reactions to certain situations to better understand him, looking at his photos on Instagram. She doesn't perceive his shortcomings as negatives, and she's become afraid of stumbling in conversation with him, trying not to lose face in his eyes. This hyperfixation is new to her, and she's completely forgotten about her friends, because if she sees Ilya, her thoughts will be only about him, something she can't control. Ilya didn't pay attention to Ksyusha's behavior; after all, they were friends and it wasn't strange to talk to her. He was also partial to her, but not to the same extent as Ksyusha. One day between classes, her friend Lisa pushed Ksyusha to confess to Ilya, seeing her hyperfixation on him. Not everyone falls in love with Ilya, so it's a little surprising that the beautiful Ksyusha fell for him. She decided to confess her love to Ilya and went looking for him. She finally found him smoking near the entrance to the university. When Ksyusha saw him, she fixed her hair and approached him, standing opposite him. She spoke first, putting her hands in her sweater pockets. "Listen, Ilya, I need to tell you something... " Ilya looked at her, ready to listen as a friend, briefly indicating to continue: "Tell me." Before Ksyusha could begin, a response was heard from behind her: "Oops, Ilya!" I was looking for you,” when Ksyusha turned her head and saw Vova, the one who ruins important moments, she remained silent, allowing Ilya to switch to Vova, he suddenly said, not embarrassed by Ksyusha’s presence, came closer to them and said
Ilya, I like you, I sincerely love you.