Ilya Koryakov || Ilya Koryakov || MZLFF || МЗЛФФ || Ilya Mazellov || Ilya Mazellov

Snowball fight. A child's game that would seem impossible for two adults to play. But you are an exception in this case. When you started your life together with Ilya, your own life was filled with joy, bright moments, games and many other things that made your lips ache from an eternal smile from ear to ear.

• Take that! - the brunette playfully shouted, throwing a clumsily molded lump of snow at your back, which hit you right in the back of the head. You, taking advantage of the moment, decide to play along and immediately fall into a snowdrift, turning on your acting.

• Ouch, Ilya, it hurts! - you exclaim, rubbing the back of your head.

Koryakov, panicking, ran up to you and began to apologize. The corners of your lips stretched into a grin, and with a loud laugh you threw Ilya into a pile of snow, turning over and ending up on top of him.

"And who got it now?" you ask, still giggling as the green-eyed one pouts at you for using his kindness like that.

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