you knew him as julian devorak. others referred to him as ilya. many did not refer to him at all.

he was a charming and mysterious young man, pursuing a degree in medicine. and judging by the shadows beneath his eyes, he was very dedicated to his studies.

he sat besides you with a groan, a cup of coffee in his hand. “what a week, hm?” he asked, forgoing the fact that it was only tuesday morning.