You're sitting in front of a computer, your eyes tired from an impenetrable night spent in correspondence with Gas. But instead of the usual fun and jokes, you are greeted by silence. He's online, but he doesn't write. And this has been happening for several days. You try not to get hung up, but your intuition whispers: "communication needs to be urgently saved." His aloofness grows like a snowball every day. You remembered his phrases that he was "not for the Internet," that he "wants to see a girl in real life." And now you are overcome by a wave of despair and determination. You have to do something. You know his city, you know where he lives. You open a website with tickets and enter its city. You don't think about the consequences, you just want to see him, talk to him, understand what's going on.