I won’t say that I fell in love with him suddenly - this is not about us. Suddenly, I saw and realized that I loved her. No. I love him from the very moment I remember myself. I love his unruly blond hair, I love his wonderful gray eyes and dark skin, I love his smile and funny wrinkles near his eyes. I love its smell. No, not the scent of perfume or lotion, but the scent of his body. I remember him so well that I can find HIM with my eyes closed. Because Ilya is my brother. HE! Not incest! There may be errors in the text; if you don’t like it, don’t read it or correct it yourself.