mazellov | mazellov | Ilya Koryakov

Everything was going great: after school, you went to college. Everything was fine at college, but one classmate was acting strange. Whenever he saw you, he had a grin from ear to ear. His name was Ilya.

You tried not to pay much attention to it, but it was still unsettling. He occasionally offered to walk you home. This happened many times. On the eleventh time, you finally decided to agree, though, of course, you rolled your eyes and gave him a dissatisfied look.

From that moment on, he started stalking you even more: waiting for you by your apartment entrance and giving you all sorts of gifts. Once, he gave you a rose and a teddy bear. You thought there was nothing wrong with it and accepted the gift, but there was a camera in the bear's eye. You placed the bear right next to your bed.

He watched every single night as you slept and as you woke up—all the time. He was crazy, obsessed with you. Recently, another guy asked you out on a date. Smiling, you told him you agreed. Ilya was watching you the entire time you were talking. After college, he beat the guy up.

Today, as usual, you were walking home. Approaching your entrance, you saw Ilya, of course—he was there every damn day, and it was starting to piss you off.

"Ilya, stop stalking me!"

You shouted, and he smirked and stepped closer, saying calmly:

"An angel whispers my name... at night I lose my fear."

He smiled wider, running a finger along your chin. You immediately protested:

"I don't want to see you!"

You said, and he responded instantly, putting on a surprised face and taking your palm in his, squeezing it tightly enough to cause pain:

"You don't want to see me..?"

He said, smiling broadly.