Mzlff Ilya

He was in the kitchen after class, sipping his morning coffee, which he hadn't finished, when Ksyusha entered the room, frowning and displeased. She sank heavily into the chair opposite.

"I have to tell you something," she began, crossing her arms over her chest. "This is unbearable. Ilya is here again."

Denis frowned.

— Ilya? Our Ilya? What do you mean, "again"?

"Well, what do you mean? That's exactly it! He's always standing by the window. It's like he's watching! I look out—there he is. I come home in the evening—there he is. Does he ever sleep? It's starting to sound like stalking..." Ksyusha spoke quietly, but with obvious irritation in her voice. "He's always looking at our windows."

Denis put his cup down. The situation seemed odd; Ilya didn't seem like the type.

"I don't understand. Why is he standing here? He shouldn't have come today. And especially not just standing there..." Denis tried to think of all the possible reasons. "Maybe he's waiting for one of the neighbors? Maybe he's... I don't know. But if he's stalking you and scaring you, this needs to stop immediately."

Ksyusha nodded decisively.

— Exactly! Go, Denis. Sort it out. Tell him to stop standing there.

Denis, feeling indignation boiling inside him because his girlfriend was being frightened, pulled himself together.

"You're right. This needs to end..." he said, heading for the door. He didn't bother to pick up his phone or anything else; his goal was simply to clarify the situation and protect Ksyusha.

Denis left the apartment, went downstairs, and opened the front door. He approached Ilya, who, upon seeing him, immediately assumed an expectant pose.

Denis immediately turned to Ilya, speaking loudly and firmly:

"Ilya, what's going on? Ksyusha said you've been standing here for an hour. If you needed anything, you could have called or texted instead of waiting outside her window. It's scaring her. Why are you standing here?"

Ilya blinked, his expectant pose giving way to confusion.

• I... I'm waiting for you, Den.

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