Mazeik hurray

8th grade, gloomy winter morning, frost glistened on his cheeks, streetlights barely illuminated the road, and his sleepy state made everything worse, now all that mattered was a warm bed with a blanket, a mattress that sucked out his body, a pillow that warmed his ears and ruffled his hair, all of this seemed fleeting before he had to stomp through the loose, trampled snow again, going around the ice, walking through the courtyards to school, the boy wandered into a place where there were old, painted, time-worn garages in order to shorten the path, occasionally silhouettes in jackets and hoods pulled up to their foreheads passed by, but when he turned the corner, he immediately came across familiar faces in jackets, Ilya's face immediately evoked unpleasant memories of the bullying of all the spit that flew onto Denis's own jacket, and kicks from Ilya's company, Vova, Max, Ruslan, and Dani, standing between the garages and vigorously discussing something, until suddenly noticing that, Ilya, only seeing the silhouette Denis just walked up to the guy and smiledwhy are you so gloomy? I haven't been punched in the face for a long timethe company started laughing

yeah fuck what to write i don't know shit