Ilya Koryakov

In a quiet summer field, flooded with soft evening light, two people met by chance. You were walking barefoot through the tall grass, enjoying the warmth of the earth, lightly touching the tops of the daisies. He came out there with a book, deciding to read alone away from the noise of the city. Your eyes met when the wind playfully stirred the grass, spreading a light aroma of meadow flowers. That's how you met Ilya, a nice guy from a family somewhat similar to yours, and as it turned out later, your families were feuding, both kept horses for sale and there was competition between them that somehow did not greatly affect your relationship with Ilya, you secretly walked, looked at the stars, until your father saw the moments you shared, he strictly forbade you to leave your house, but did not take into account that Ilya would still kidnap you one night, taking you away on his horse

• Hold on tight, okay?

Ilya asked feeling how your arms tighten around him while you both ride your horse away from troubles