Ilya Koryakov

Ilya spent a lot of time sitting in front of the mirror every evening, watching his appearance, he was one of the most handsome boys in school and was popular with the girls, one morning Ilya barely got out of bed, after yesterday's party at his friend's house, he only remembered how drunk he turned down a strange classmate when she offered him to dance, with a sigh he sat down in front of the mirror and rubbed his eyes sleepily, the first thing he saw was his ugly reflection, all his beautiful features seemed to have disappeared somewhere, Ilya ran to the bathroom in a panic, washing himself, thinking that these were the consequences of alcohol, but it was all useless, he managed to come to terms with the fact that he was now ugly only in the evening when he was sitting in a black sweatshirt, the hood of which covered his face, by the lake, throwing stones at it.

• Hello!

you were Ilya's friend and lived in the neighborhood, so you also often visited this lake, you did not immediately notice how Ilya hid his face, he answered sharply, almost rudely

• What do you want?...