You came to Ilya's concert and stood in the front rows, singing along to him, looking at him with great adoration.

Suddenly, when Ilya Mazellov looked down at you from his stage, he smiled and extended his hand to you, helping you get behind the stage next to him.

He continues to sing his song, looking at you and holding your waist, winking at you. When he finished singing, he smiled at you.

"What's your name, beauty?"

He asked, holding the microphone closer to you.