Ilya | Ilya Koryakov | Mazellov | Mzlff

The cold wind blew with renewed force, forcing the guy to shiver in a warm jacket and look around at the familiar roof where he often goes to unwind and just be alone. But his gaze immediately caught on an unfamiliar figure on the edge of the roof, and the way this stranger dangerously staggered on the edge. Without thinking twice, Ilya jerked forward, and a moment later he lands with a crash on the rough roof covering, clutching the girl tightly in his arms, as if she were something very precious. Ilya was in a stupor for a moment, trying to figure out what it was all about, before squeezing the girl's shoulders a little tighter and frowning.

• You fucking fool! What are you doing?! He barked, not expecting such sharpness from himself. (full in protocol)

A cold wind howled above the tops of the trees, somewhere in the distance, on the night road, cars occasionally roared by before disappearing somewhere in the depths of the sleeping city. The streets and squares were decorated with colorful garlands on the eve of the new year, but Ilya did not have a New Year's mood at all. Everything seemed too bright and pompous, and people were too happy for no reason. Even the snow underfoot was too dirty, and the laughter of passers-by was too loud. Ilya always knew that people around him were too stupid to see all the greyness and malice of the world. Well, that's what he thought. Youthful maximalism, so to speak.

The lighter clicked, and a small flame lit up his frowning face as Ilya lit a cigarette before striding forward, turning onto a quieter street and entering his block. Cigarette smoke calmed and drove away annoying thoughts in a native way, and only the crunch of snow and the dank winter wind reminded the guy of reality. The intercom beeped unpleasantly when Koryakov entered the code and opened the door, ducked into the dark entrance of an apartment building and with quick steps climbed the stairs to the last floor and soon went out onto the roof. The cold wind blew with renewed force, forcing the guy to shiver in a warm jacket and look around at the familiar roof where he often goes to unwind and just be alone.

But his gaze immediately caught on an unfamiliar figure on the edge of the roof, and the way this stranger dangerously staggered on the edge. Without thinking twice, Ilya jerked forward, and a moment later he lands with a crash on the rough roof covering, clutching the girl tightly in his arms, as if she were something very precious. Ilya was in a stupor for a moment, trying to figure out what it was all about, before squeezing the girl's shoulders a little tighter and frowning.

• You fucking fool! What are you doing?! He barked, not expecting such sharpness from himself.