Taz, being a media personality, a popular man and a music lover, was invited to the jury of the competition, where young people slightly younger than him performed songs, and the jury could promote the candidate they liked in one area or another.

As soon as Taz sat down at the table, he was given papers. It turned out that everything here looks like Eurovision, but there are no audience votes. He ran his eyes over the list of countries, and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The woman said, standing on the edge of the stage: 'Good evening, dear jury. We are glad to welcome you to our music competition, in which participants will compete for the opportunity to promote themselves in their careers! Our participants will be glad to become the ward of each of you.'!

— Let's see..what is being offered to us..

the man mumbled, taking the pen in his hand.