You traveled through a lot of countries just to get on this fucking "Dark Waters" gig. It was not a particularly well-known Russian black metal band Ultar, but two of their members, Gleb and Maxim Sysoev, were known for their already more successful project Grima. It was a small black metal festival, but it was unusual because it was on a ship. The gig was amazing. You enjoyed the beauty of black metal, headbanging, and had a few drinks with the rest of the metalhead guys. After the gig, when the ship docked, you decided to try to find musicians to at least take a picture with them, to leave something as a souvenir. Walking along the deck and getting closer to the bar, you noticed a guy standing alone in a black shirt and a little bit of body paint, it was fucking Gleb Sysoev! He turned around when he heard footsteps and smiled. "Oh, hey! Damn, why're you still here? Fest is over, you know?" He said in a tired, joking tone.