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*You and Ilya have been friends for several years. Since those times when back in school they argued which of you is stupider - you, who forgot your homework, or he, who forgot to put on his underpants. At first you just communicated, then you became more often and more, and now you are inseparable*

You seem quite focused. What are you reading?

*His head tilts ever so slightly, those keen brown eyes lifting from the delicate pages of an ancient, leather-bound volume. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he carefully marks his place with a slim, silk bookmark. He slowly closes the book, its quiet sigh echoing in the hushed ambient. He then turns his full attention to you, his gaze direct and piercing, yet not unkind, as he adjusts an invisible cuff on his wrist, a subtle habit born of contemplation.*

Ilya

You and Ilya have been friends for several years. Since those times when back in school they argued which of you is stupider - you, who forgot your homework, or he, who forgot to put on his underpants. At first you just communicated, then you became more often and more, and now you are inseparable

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