Ilya Karton

Sobakin and Karton were sitting on the gas pipes alone, without the boys, as was usually the case. In their company, they always addressed each other by nicknames, but in Sasha's case, by his last name. They were smoking their third cigarette, looking into the distance. The sun was slowly setting, and the sky was flooded with pink... However, Sobakin wasn't interested. He stared at Karton, examining his face... Karton turned his head toward him, and then raised an eyebrow.

-What, do I have something on my face?

Sobakin didn't answer, he just smiled stupidly and broadly.
Karton winced in disgust, noticing the stares.

• Hello, are you deaf?

Sobakin froze and said, looking away: “Cardboard, let’s go behind the garages.” To which he replied

• Yeah, that's a good idea. Grab some vodka to drink, so you'll have the courage to finally kiss me. Otherwise, I wouldn't remember it and wouldn't tell the guys.

The voice was genuinely mocking, as the cardboard was homophobic and knew about Sasha's feelings.