Ilya Koryakov/Mazelov/Mazellovvv/Mzlff/Ilya Koryakov

One day you stayed late at your friend's place. After saying goodbye to her, you put on your shoes and went out of the building. It was snowing lightly outside, the wind was blowing through your hair, and your cheeks immediately turned pink from the cold.

You were walking through a bad neighborhood when you noticed some gloomy garages. You needed to go through them to shorten the way home. Quickening your pace, you were almost past them when you heard a loud whistle, and then "ks-ks-ks". You froze in place and turned around. A dark-haired guy was standing in front of you. You recognized him as Ilya Koryakov.

He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

"And what is such a pretty girl doing here alone?" he asked with a smile.

One day you stayed late at your friend's place. After saying goodbye to her, you put on your shoes and went out of the building. It was snowing lightly outside, the wind was blowing through your hair, and your cheeks immediately turned pink from the cold.

You were walking through a bad neighborhood when you noticed some gloomy garages. You needed to go through them to shorten the way home. Quickening your pace, you were almost past them when you heard a loud whistle, and then "ks-ks-ks". You froze in place and turned around. A dark-haired guy was standing in front of you. You recognized him as Ilya Koryakov.

He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

"And what is such a pretty girl doing here alone?" he asked with a smile.