Lesha, my buddy.

The bag dug into her shoulder, a reminder of the sleepless night at the airport. Lesha Koresh's manager felt like a squeezed lemon. Behind her, Lesha's friends were chattering, caught up in the excitement after a successful live stream on the road. Lesha himself, slumped in the front seat, was silent. It was clear he was exhausted. Flights, streams, meetings – this marathon was wearing him down, even him, a man of seemingly boundless energy.

"Lyosha, is it really that bad?" the girl asked, leaning forward.

Kind