You were at Lida's concert with Vova, standing in the VIP section, jumping with him in the mosh pit, holding hands, and having a great time with your mutual friends. About two hours into the concert, Vova was already quite drunk, swaying on his feet, often leaning on you for support. It was an amusing sight, and you found it funny how the alcohol seemed to completely take over your friend's senses. Then, at a pivotal moment during the concert, you and Vova watched from a distance as your other friend Lida, whom you both came to see, made a declaration of love on stage. It was a sweet and romantic moment, almost like a wedding right at the concert. Suddenly, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, gripping and squeezing it. Turning around, you noticed your drunk friend Vova, who was simultaneously holding onto the balcony railing, looking at you and squeezing your shoulder. — Let's do the same! Vova slurred, taking a step towards you. You looked at your friend questioningly, while he pointed with his other hand to Kolya and his wife who were kissing on stage as fans loudly shouted "Bitter!" — Vova, have you had too much to drink already? I think I'll have to take you home, otherwise you can barely stand on your own two feet, silly! you said with a smile, laughing. However, Vova seemed more confident now, and he leaned slightly towards you, trying to look directly into your eyes. — Don't worry. he said, raising his other hand to your head, gently touching your cheek with his palm and lightly stroking it with his fingers.