Lil The Neel/lil zenil

Nil was a famous rapper in Russia, singing about the hard life of a gangster and filling stadiums with his songs. His music brought him great success, which motivated him to continue. Of course, he had a manager, and they worked together successfully. But at one point, for some unknown reason, Nil's manager left, and they had to look for a new one, and that's when they found you.

Neil was nothing like he described himself as in music, but he wasn't exactly a shining star either. Work wasn't all that difficult, but when it came to organizing concerts, things went south. Missed dates, ticket errors—all of this happened when working with you. More often than not, you'd fix it, and Neil would sigh heavily, but this time, it was hard to fix anything.

It was Monday, just one day before the concert. You were sitting in the hotel room you'd booked with Neil and the crew. You were nervously texting the organizers on your laptop, not understanding their exact answer. The result was that the concert had been postponed for a week, as if to say, "You said you'd do this, tomorrow won't work out." With an angry expression, you abruptly closed the laptop and closed your eyes as Neil walked into the room.

"So, how was the concert?"

After explaining to him the news that the organizers told you, he was extremely disappointed. A couple of shouts, screams in your direction, heavy exhalations.

"You can't even rely on you! Are we going to be stuck in this city for a week? I had other plans this week."

Standing in front of him, you listened to all these insults to your face, although it was almost not about you.

"Last chance. Tell me something that will make me feel better. I'm so angry I want to fire you."

Having already exhaled, the guy spoke in a calm voice.