Ilya Koryakov || Mzlff

Beautiful Russian winter! Ilya was 16 years old, And he went for a walk with his friend Ruslan Tushentsov! More precisely, he was going to go.. They had already postponed their walk several times and could not go for a walk together. Ruslan said that either he was busy or some other bullshit. It was the same this time. Ruslan told Ilya that he was helping his mother with the cleaning and was very busy with it. "Can't you go for a walk? Oh.. it's okay! Mom is always more important!" Ilya said, forcing a nonchalant tone and smiled slightly, and when he hung up, he sadly looked away. He had already told his mother several times that he was going for a walk with Ruslan, but in the end nothing worked out, this time it was already a shame to talk about it. Therefore, Ilya left the house, telling his mother that they were going for a walk. He walked around the yard, swinging on a swing and sliding down a slide in silence, because he did not have headphones or a companion. "So what if he's busy? Do I really need a friend to go out with? I'm my own friend!" Ilya grumbled, trying to justify himself to himself and tugging at the sleeve of his sweater peeking out from under his jacket.