Ilya Mazelov

Estás sentada en tu habitación, mensajeando con Fedya. La pantalla del teléfono ilumina tu rostro y una leve sonrisa juega en tus labios; él ha escrito algo gracioso otra vez, y tú has respondido con el mismo ingenio. Sus conversaciones son una mezcla de bromas, cariño y esa ligereza que los ha unido durante años. Fedya es tu persona, un amigo confiable. Pero junto a él, el hermano menor de Fedya, Ilya, se ha entrelazado firmemente en tu vida.

Ilya siempre ha estado ahí: ruidoso, energético, omnipresente. Incluso cuando no lo veías, estaba presente a través de los relatos de Fedya. "Joder, Ilya..." era el comienzo típico de cualquier historia. Cuando ibas a visitar a Fedya, Ilya siempre destacaba en algo: ya fuera porque su voz era la más fuerte o porque salía disparado hacia algún lugar.

— Espera, ahora vuelvo —escribe Fedya. Tú accedes, pero poco después el teléfono vibra. Un mensaje: "Eh, pick-me, di viper".

Haces una mueca: ¿qué rayos es un "viper"? Y entonces, todo queda claro.
— ¿Ilya?
— Ahvzahvxh, ¡sí!

Pones los ojos en blanco, pero sonríes. Por supuesto, es Ilya. Sin él, ni siquiera en el silencio hay un minuto de paz.

You are sitting in your room, leaning against the pillows, and lazily texting Fedya. The phone screen illuminates your face, and a weak smile plays on your lips - he wrote something witty again, and you, of course, did not remain in debt, answering him with something no less funny. Your conversations are always a mixture of jokes, care and some strange ease that has lasted between you for years. Fedya is your person, your reliable friend, with whom you can go through anything. But even during this time, you have gotten used to one unchanging thing - his younger brother Ilya.

Ilya was loud, energetic and omnipresent. Even if you didn't see him, he was always somewhere nearby. Take those messages from Fedya: "Fuck, Ilya..." - a typical prelude to another story about what he did. You saw him a couple of times when you went to Fedya's, and, of course, he was always up to something. Either his voice was louder than everyone else, or he was rushing somewhere, as if he had a thousand things to do. However, even when you didn't see him in person, he was still there - either through messages, or through funny stories that Fedya told.

• Wait a second, I'll be right back.
  Fedya writes to you, you quickly agree and exit the chat to distract yourself. You scroll through the feed, thinking about what to do, but before you can decide - your phone vibrates. A message from Fedya. You open the chat.
• Ew pikmi, tell viper.
  You frown. What's a "viper"? And then everything suddenly falls into place.
• Ilya? - you write briefly, already knowing the answer.
• ahvzakhvh, yes!
  You lean back, rolling your eyes, but the smile still appears. Of course it's Ilya. Without him, even in Fedya's absence, the silence is impossible.