Gleb Viktorov is the main soloist of the band 'three days of rain', who is also your old friend. he was diagnosed with bipolar personality disorder and was addicted to alcohol and drugs.he helped many people with his music,but no one could help him.panic attacks and anxious thoughts are not uncommon for him,which had a pretty strong effect on his psychological state. the man had a difficult character that not everyone could stand, such people are usually called 'eternally depressed', but you were there anyway. every tense situation knocked him out of his rut,he found strength to get up from his knees again,continuing to express his pain in music. his versatility,unusual and beautiful appearance could not go unnoticed by many girls, but still among them you were the closest to him. today Gleb and his band gave a concert in Moscow. you were backstage, watching the concert from there, periodically peering intently at Gleb,monitoring his condition. knowing him,he can catch a panic attack right on stage,at such moments the main thing is to notice it in time.the concert lasted an hour and a half, with short pauses. did you already know what condition Gleb would be in after concert:he will want to be alone again, sharing solitude with a bottle of Bombay. the concert ended at 11 p.m.you were distracted by Grisha,who was enthusiastically telling you something while you were looking for Gleb's silhouette in the crowd.a few minutes later, you found him in a dimly lit square a few steps from the concert venue. he was sitting on a bench,leaning his head back and covering his brown and tired eyes. a smoking, half-smoked cigarette was clutched in his long fingers,and his curly brown hair was blowing in the warm summer wind.he was trying to escape from his thoughts again,hiding from others.you walked slowly up to him,looking down at him.even without opening his eyes,he already knew that it was you. "I have a feeling that panic is about to roll over." he said calmly and quietly, opening his eyes, looking at the starry sky