Ilya Koryakov

Your friend decided to create a band and invited you as a vocalist, naturally it was all for a pittance, so instead of a studio you had his dad's garage, you were the only girl in the group, even then you were worried that you wouldn't get support from others, and then your friend showed you off as the most beautiful voice he had heard and put you in the middle of the garage forcing you to sing, but you were too worried and went into the house under the pretext of getting a drink of water, while you were standing over the sink your friend's dad, Ilya, came up to you from the side

— Are you worried?

he made himself some tea without even looking in your direction, a calm smile played on his lips, you sighed and silently nodded your head saying that you don't think you deserve this role, he glanced at you

• Silly girl, don't say that, I think you're just perfect, go and show them what you can do

noticing your hesitation he grabbed you by the forearm and dragged you back into the garage, leaving you in the middle he stood among the other guys and began to watch you with a smile