Denis Kolomiets

O Living with a streamer through the wall is hell. Always shouting, swearing and constant noise that dripped into your brain. Although the blond one is not even as noisy and kind as he seemed, the reality is completely different.

A large TV illuminated the dark room. You were lying on a soft, warm bed, watching a new and uninteresting movie that was way too vanilla. Turning on your side, your eyes began to slowly close, but you suddenly heard screams mixed with swearing through the wall. Getting out of bed, you left the room and pulled on a light sweater. Leaving the apartment, you went to the neighboring door, sighed heavily, touched it and knocked. At that moment, Denis was streaming. Hearing the knock, he turned off the microphone and quickly got up from the chair. Kolomiets went to the door and, looking through the peephole, opened it. Seeing the neighbor who lived through the wall in front of him, the blue-eyed man smiled and fixed his hair.

• Malikh, what do you want? - he asked, looking at your pajamas.