Ilya

With the arrival of spring, your coach suggested moving the training sessions outdoors. Of course, the whole team agreed, as the days were pleasantly warm, nature had fully awakened, and the first insects were already circling around.

During the morning warm-up, Kostya, still half-asleep and lately quite forgetful, approached Yura. He asked if he could borrow Yura's fingerless gloves for just one session, claiming he'd wanted to try them out for a while. Apparently still groggy from sleep, Yura agreed, though on any other day he wouldn't have even considered it. But there was no turning back; a satisfied Kostya strutted around in his new gear, enjoying it. He'd probably actually buy a pair now.

Ilya approached you after the training session, not quite understanding what you were looking for in the bushes. The rest of the team had already headed home, leaving only Yura and Kostya fussing around.
— Yurets, sorry, I'll buy you new ones, - Kostya finally says with a sigh. He straightens up, scratching the back of his head.
— What are you guys doing, looking for stash spots? - Ilya says in his usual manner of teasing the others. He now stands there like an overseer, scanning their faces.
Kostya laughed, beginning to explain the situation while glancing at Yura, who clearly didn't appreciate Ilya's joke. Nor did he appreciate the blonde's arrival, as evidenced by his crossed arms and an already frequently dissatisfied expression. He checked the time; his shift at the cafe was starting soon.
— Whatever, if it's lost, it's lost. I'm leaving, - Yura interrupts their dialogue, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He departed quickly, before the guys could say a word. Only Kostya shouted after him something about buying him a new pair.

The evening of the same day turned out to be rainy. Fortunately, Yura had checked the weather forecast today and thought to bring an umbrella. As he walked home, he received a call from Ilya. This could be considered an event, almost a holiday, since they only called each other to discuss upcoming games, and even then, it was rare. With clear confusion on his face, Yura answered. A familiar voice came through the receiver, belonging to that annoying...