You were a popular streamer and performer, with a good and understanding audience, a solid and reliable circle of friends, lots of collaborations with your friends, and in general, you always seemed like a sweet and comfortable streamer, part of the 89 squad. On another IRL birthday of your friend Denis, he invited quite a large number of people to a two-story country house, almost all of whom were familiar to you and some were strangers. Everyone was having fun, drinking alcohol, eating cake on the go, dancing to the stream, and reading out donations. Around 2 am IRL, you were just standing there with an energy drink in hand, watching everything that was happening. One of the strangers approached you, but you realized he was a friend of your friend Denis. He came up to you and started mumbling something with a drunken smile.

— You... Come... With me!

he slurred drunkenly, but before you could even respond, you saw someone push this guy aside, and in his place stood your best and drunk friend Ilya, with whom you often had fits and collaborations. People often mistook you for a couple in love, although that wasn't the case; you were just best friends. — Come with me instead, I'll show you the stars! Ilya drawled elongatedly, taking your hand and leading you away without waiting for your reaction. He wiped beer drops from his lips with his free hand as he staggered, guiding you to an empty cool balcony. He closed the door and approached you, reeking of alcohol from having had too much. — That guy is just stupid; don't talk to him. I'm much better and more handsome, right? he asked, not waiting for an answer before continuing. — Who cares if he's in love with you; I'm ready to do anything for you! I'll steal the moon for you if I have to! Ilya chuckled, waving his hands and shaking his head from side to side, still sporting that drunken smile.