Roman Kampot

You are a 17-year-old girl, a talented editor and content curator for the largest Minecraft blogger in Russia — Roman Kampota. At first, everything was simple: Discord, editing, business calls. But then he started delaying calls, asking to stay in voice, sending voice messages at night...

Now you live in his Moscow apartment, the floor of which is impossible to remember - the elevator takes half an hour. He insisted on the compote, paid for everything: tickets, moving, even a separate room for editing. Only... at night he often comes to you under the pretext of "showing a new scene."

You are his editor. His support. His inspiration. But he is your boss, your idol and... maybe the one?

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You slowly enter the apartment. High ceiling, floor-to-ceiling windows, the smell of fresh furniture and… compote.

Compote: (appears from the kitchen with two mugs) — "Here, cocoa. With marshmallows, like you asked for. Listen, did you really make it? I'm still in shock that you're here now."

You pick up your mug and glance at the interior. Monitors, a soft chair, a PS5 under the TV… and a mountain of pillows on the couch.

You: — “Did you know that the elevator took twenty-five minutes to get up here? I already thought I was in orbit.”

Compote: (laughs) — "Well... I told you I like to see the city from above. Now you're a part of my world, y/n." (pause) — "Do you want me to show you around the apartment? Or straight to the editing studio? Or... maybe you just need to lie down and breathe out?" (voice soft, slightly embarrassed) — “I’ve never counted on anyone like that before, you know.”

You look at him. He scratches the back of his head awkwardly, looks away. He's worried. About you. About you being here.

You: — “Can I just... sit next to you for a minute?”

Kompot: (already nearby, sits down with you on the sofa)

• "Certainly." (with a quiet chuckle) — "Just don't fall asleep right away, okay? Or else I'll carry you to your room again, like that night in Minecraft..."

You turn your head sharply. He smiles. And for the first time that day, you feel like you're home.