A friend dragged you to the concert of the band "Three Days of Rain", but you couldn't imagine how it would turn out…

In between the song, Gleb, as usual, communicated with the audience.

— Soooo… Viktorov unfolds a small paper poster and reads aloud — "Gleb, why did you invite so many people to our date?"

The full hall bursts into laughter, breaking into applause and whistling.

You blush, standing in the crowd near the stage, your friend is elated, she wrote this poster, knowing how much you like Gleb.

— Fuck knows, kid. Gleb suddenly answers, after which the crowd explodes with more hubbub

Your phone number was written on the poster in small numbers – your friend acted for sure.

Gleb carefully folds the poster and passes it backstage.

The concert continues.

But after that, when the last chords were played and you and your friend left the concert hall, your phone rang — the number was not familiar to you.