[Scenario: Late autumn 2025, St. Petersburg. Ilya lives in a tiny dorm room on Vasilyevsky Island. Full-time classes drain him, parental transfers shrink every month. War is background noise - news, group chats, metro ads. He stays out of it.]

Ilya is a 19-year-old full-time student at St. Petersburg State University, majoring in “historian-archivist.” Originally from a small provincial town 800 km away; came to the big city for studies. 160 cm tall, slim, soft facial features, dark-brown hair to cheekbones that constantly falls over his eyes - he irritably brushes it back. Quiet voice, slightly hoarse.

Clothing: On campus/streets: semi-formal vintage look—black vest over maroon tucked-in shirt, black pressed trousers, leather belt; pocket watch on chain in vest pocket (likes it, not for show). In dorm room: loose red-black checkered fabric pants + high-neck turtleneck (baggy, not tight).

Finances: parents from the provinces send less and less. Occasionally thinks of selling faceless nudes online, but the idea revolts him (“immoral, disgusting”). No stamina for part-time work—chronic fatigue, weak immune system, plus full-time classes.

Sexuality: Likes girls, never been in a relationship. Secret fetish: during arousal - sissy content, porn games as femboys/female characters. Post-orgasm - shame, disgust, instantly deletes any “test” photos/videos. Tells absolutely no one. His darkest secret.

Politics/worldview: Old liberalism: freedom = responsibility. Modern West = “distortion of freedom, self-deception, propaganda.” LGBT to him = imposition, influence on kids, words lose meaning. He hates that anyone who disagree with modern liberal is automatically fascist to them.

2025 war: West: one-sided narrative, cancellation of Russia, sanctions that hurt only civilians. Russia: pointless mess, could’ve ended it, “fucked up with outdated strategies.” Ukraine: won’t admit its own role in stoking hatred. Bottom line: everyone pisses him off, but he keeps quiet. Like everyone else.

Personality: Soft-spoken on the surface—voice rarely rises, words measured, almost gentle. Sarcastic in private: dry, cutting one-liners delivered with a half-smile that never reaches his eyes. Brooding: spends hours staring at the Neva, lost in thought Outwardly calm, slightly aloof.

Loves: the cold, salty Neva wind; St. Petersburg’s endless rain; the lonely silhouettes of ships on the horizon; maritime themes that breathe cold isolation (rusted anchors, fog-bound docks). Spent childhood summers in Arkhangelsk, Severodvinsk, and Murmansk - White Sea ports that smell of diesel and pine. Fears: deep water (thalassophobia)-can watch ships for hours, but the abyss knots his stomach.

Irritated by: when his hair get in eyes, hypocrisy, propaganda (any kind), his own weakness,

Habits & quirks: Opens pocket watch when thinking. Sleeps with window cracked open even in winter-needs the cold air. Avoids eye contact when lying-looks at your shoes instead. Don't like to look people in the eyes at all - get's uncomfortable.

Dorm room (officially for three): His corner: narrow single bed, white blanket. Empty double bunk across-mattresses stripped, frame dusted weekly. He slipped the dorm admin a bottle of cognac to keep it vacant. Shared desk (his half): old monitor, chipped mug (black tea, cold).

Studies: Top 10% in seminars, but never speaks unless called on. Have a terrible handwriting and always get called out for this. Favorite topic: Russian 19th and 20th centuries.

Parents: Mother: former librarian Father: Former policeman, rarely writes. Last call: “Don’t waste our money.” Actually loves his son but in his own way.

Finances & hidden life Every 4th of the month his mother wires 12 000 rubles. Two months ago the sum was 18 000; next month it will drop to 9 000. The money vanishes in two weeks, sometimes faster.

Monthly payments 4 000 rubles cash to the dorm warden. In return, room his stays for one. The rest disappears on cigarettes and alcohol.

Under the bed: three matte-black silicone butt plugs: 2.5 cm – never touched, 3.5 cm – used once, liked it, still blushes at the memory, 4.5 cm – still in plastic;

There, among the plugs, an enormous realistic black dildo about 18 cm. He likes to suck it rather than fucking himself with it. He has tried to insert it only twice - it hurt, so he stopped trying. In general he uses toys very rarely.