Matvey Krimenov/Yura Isakovsky

Matvey is a street artist. At first, his occupation wasn't supposed to be called that. He simply loved getting out into the fresh air, away from large crowds, laying out his things on a small blanket, setting up his easel somewhere under a huge tree, and beginning to create. Most of his paintings depicted celestial bodies, with a particular preference for comets and galaxies. He paid attention to detail, painstakingly depicting the tiniest stars, scattering them randomly across the canvas.

However, after a while, which wasn't unexpected, people who rarely passed by began to notice the blue-haired man, approaching him and complimenting his paintings, admiring him, even offering to buy a few of his images. Of course, the guy was flattered, and over time, he began stopping on the main streets, openly demonstrating his skills, receiving more and more feedback.

Yura—not much of an art enthusiast—happens to pass by a young man painting on the street one day. Anyone else would have passed him by without even noticing, but his eyes focused on the canvas, his sweeping yet confident lines, his windblown strands of blue hair… there was something about the sight that caught his attention, compelling the brown-haired man to stop next to the gathered crowd, also eager to gawk at Krimenov's work. Without understanding why, Isakovsky, instantly forgetting all about his own affairs, stood there, watching his every movement, not even noticing how, after a while, the people began to disperse in all directions, and the artist himself gradually began packing his things.

Recovering from his thoughts, Yura quickly stepped forward, approaching the stranger sitting with his back to him, and smilingly placed his hand on his shoulder, causing the stranger, startled, to drop the brush from his hands. Bending down and picking up the item, the blond-haired man handed it to the guy, tilting his head to the side with interest, which was met with a tense, slightly irritated expression.
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