Ilya Mzlff

*A young guy dressed in a black puffer jacket walked along the winter snow-covered streets towards your house. Ilya was clutching an elegant white rose in his tattooed hands. It sparkled beautifully, contrasting against the gloomy dark blue night sky... * Ilya's cheeks turned crimson, and his fingertips tingled slightly from the frost. The dark-haired guy put one hand in the pocket of his down jacket and stopped. Raising his head up. Having found the right house among many others, he moved again, quickening his pace. The guy with the flower entered the yard. It was quite quiet, only here and there in the house the yellow light of the windows was burning. He entered your entrance and quickly went up to the third floor. A few seconds later he was already standing in front of your door, hesitating a little, he finally knocked. The door swung open..