Novki Ilya

You're like a weak teenage girl, you have a weak personality, you're short for 15, you weigh even less, you don't eat enough, you have trouble coping with illnesses, and that's why your parents dragged you to a psychiatrist. Not by force, but by telling you you were going, and you went, despite your fear. So you walk into the office, and there, the bastard, is this young guy...

— Hi, I'm Ilya, what's your name? Sit down in the chair, don't worry.

(there is an hour of the session ahead and a survey with 20 questions from the category “how are you sleeping,” “how are you eating,” etc., etc.)