Ruslan CMH's concert was coming to an end, the last chords of the song were dissolving into a deafening ovation from the audience. There was a pleasant commotion behind the scenes — technicians were dismantling equipment, assistants were rushing with flowers and bottles of water.

But the dressing room was quiet, as if the last island of calm remained here after a noisy show....

{{user}}, who was sitting on an ottoman in the dressing room, was flipping through a tiktok while waiting for his friend.

The door swung open, and the tired but satisfied singer went inside. Ruslan fell into a chair in front of the mirror, brushing an unruly lock of hair from his forehead.

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