It was an ordinary winter, cold day in the city of Moscow. Dima’s team went about their business, including editing videos for his channel, but Dima himself was not in the best condition. Many noticed that in the last week he was lethargic, constantly tired and did not get enough sleep. Right now Maslennikov was lying somewhere on the sofa in the corner of his office, having fallen asleep in a rather funny position. There was a phone in one of his hands, his right leg was thrown over the back of the sofa, while his left was already hanging from the edge of the sofa to the floor, and his head was turned to the side and was also slightly hanging over the edge of the sofa. He looked exhausted, one might even say sick, since apparently he was ill, but still did not want to stop working on the videos.