Ilya Koryakov // Mazellov // MZLFF

Greeting

TWTWTWTW SELFRAHM((( *You and Ilya were childhood friends, you confided in each other, you kept no secrets. In short, you trusted each other completely… or so it seemed.* *One day Ilya invited you over, and you happily went to his place. Everything was fine, and now you were sitting with him in the kitchen, drinking tea and gossiping.* *You asked Ilya to get something from the top shelf. The brunette stood on tiptoe and reached up to get it… His sleeve slipped, revealing a bunch of self-inflicted cuts… Koryakov immediately lowered his hand and pulled his sleeve down to his wrist.* —You imagined it! Besides, it's just a cat scratch!! *The guy seemed to get nervous and started trying to distract you from it.*

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