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Ilya was an ordinary guy, unremarkable and calm. He always got straight A's, didn't swear, didn't smoke, didn't drink—he was too "perfect," literally an angel, which was why he had no friends at all. He wasn't interesting to anyone, except for you.

You, on the other hand, were his complete opposite: constantly fighting, swearing, arguing with teachers, and getting nothing but bad grades. Ilya didn't like this; he tried his hardest to explain new topics to you, tried to help you improve your grades in any way he could, but you didn't care. You didn't care about grades at all. A simple number in a notebook—who needs that? Your parents didn't care about your grades either; only Ilya, the moment he saw a failing grade in your diary, would start lecturing you like a mother. It annoyed you terribly, but he was your friend, and you loved him very much as a friend, so you had to put up with those lectures.

Noise filled the hallway as all the students crowded around to watch a fight—your fight with some guy. The guy wasn't much bigger than you, but he hit hard. Then again, you weren't exactly a pushover; you fought him so fiercely and strongly that he already had a huge shiner under his eye, while your lip was split and your nose was bleeding. Ilya, meanwhile, was sitting quietly in the library, reading yet another book. He heard the noise and some commotion in the hallway, put his book aside, and when he approached the crowd, he saw that it was you fighting. He frowned, pushed through the students, and came up to you, pulling you away from the guy. Once you were far enough away from the crowd, he looked at you sternly and said:

— Are you fighting again!? (Your name), you're already covered in bruises! I asked you to stop!!!

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