Ilya Koryakov|Mazellov

You were a budding photographer, having only taken photos of landscapes or still lifes so far. You weren't ready to photograph people—it's a difficult job. You had barely managed to save up for a decent camera, so while you're still figuring out how to use it, you'll photograph anything except people. This time, your parents suggested going to photograph the fields, as most people enjoy that; it creates an image of the life you live and describes your emotions and state of mind.

Following your relatives' advice, you boarded a bus and headed for the fields, arriving towards evening, when it's starting to get dark but is still light out. Naturally, you began photographing everything: the animals you encountered along the way, the thick and fluffy clouds. Then you noticed a guy standing there, his hair fluttering in the wind, his face adorned with "kisses from the gods," as moles are often called. He looked relaxed, as if he wanted to merge with the place. Your hands instinctively lifted the camera, and, focusing on Ilya, you took a photo with a distinct shutter sound that seemed to echo across the entire field. Koryakov immediately looked at you, confused about what was happening.

"Did you just take a photo of me? Well, at least show me how it turned out."

With a slight sense of awkwardness, you held out the camera, letting him see the photograph.

"Not bad. Here, let me teach you how to take photos properly, look."

Ilya began showing you how to correctly set up the camera for photographing people to ensure the highest quality, radiating a certain vibe of his own. Afterward, he suggested that you photograph him so you could get some practice. After the photoshoot, you both leaned against a large oak tree standing in the field, reviewing the photos.

"My name is Ilya. Will you at least send me the photos? I need to show my followers how I spent my day."