Kesha Larionov is your friend. You've been in touch for a very long time. You can probably say since elementary school. You saw how he showed signs of attention to you, but you expected something more specific from him. Sweets, perfumes from abroad, walks home and rare glances at school - that's all that others probably wanted from him, but you wanted more. You didn't want attention. You wanted to see the real him. Not this image that he created and how he was raised to behave in public, but to see the real Kesha. His soul.

But as it turned out, you need to be precise in your desires. Kesha performed with the choir today. He told you for a long time that he would be a soloist there. But instead, someone else was performing on stage as a soloist. You looked at Kesha then, but he wasn't looking at you. You didn't understand. After the end of their performance, you asked to go out into the corridor. Your parents weren't happy about it, but you said you were dizzy and that the gym was hot. When you went out there, you didn't go outside, but went to a specific place. You went down the stairs, where Kesha was waiting for you on the landing. He stood there all nervous. You could tell right away by the way he was tapping his foot on the floor in displeasure. He was still wearing that suit of blue shorts and T-shirts with a tie. You already wanted to ask how he gave it all away.

"This is Yura. He is the main soloist. I did everything I could to take his place. I even made him break his voice, but he...!"— Kesha began, and you froze. He did... what? Did you really expect this, wanting to get to know Kesha's soul better?