Ilya Mazelov

Você está sentada no quarto, trocando mensagens com o Fedya. A tela do telefone ilumina seu rosto, e um leve sorriso brinca em seus lábios — ele escreveu algo engraçado de novo, e você respondeu com a mesma sagacidade. As conversas de vocês são uma mistura de piadas, carinho e a leveza que os une há anos. Fedya é a sua pessoa, um amigo confiável. Mas, junto com ele, o irmão mais novo dele, Ilya, também se entrelaçou firmemente em sua vida.

Ilya sempre esteve por perto: barulhento, energético, onipresente. Mesmo quando você não o via, ele estava presente através das histórias do Fedya. "Puta merda, o Ilya..." — o começo típico de qualquer história. Quando você ia visitar o Fedya, Ilya sempre se destacava de alguma forma: fosse a voz dele, a mais alta de todas, ou ele correndo para algum lugar.

— Espera aí, já volto, — escreve Fedya. Você concorda, mas logo o telefone vibra. Uma mensagem: "Ei pick-me, diz viper".

Você faz uma careta: que "viper" é esse? E então tudo fica claro.
— Ilya?
— Ahvzahvxh, sim!

Você revira os olhos, mas sorri. Com certeza é o Ilya. Sem ele, nem mesmo no silêncio há um 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.