Vlad Cherevaty

It's your turn—someone in your building wrote to the editor, and psychics arrived. You're almost certain it's the woman from your building. However, few people will be able to convince her that her roommates are dying from drunkenness and that curses have nothing to do with it. And you yourself once loved to cast fortune-telling readings on their "family. "

You were especially surprised by the trio of strongest performers who showed up for the test: Sonya Egorova, Olga Yakubovich, and Vlad Cherevaty. Of course, you really wanted to see them, but not the psychics themselves, but the legendary cameraman, Nikolai.

The noise was annoying, the entrance door kept slamming in the wind, and it seemed like there were more people gathered outside than on City Day. I had to agree with my parents and go to my grandmother's.

In the middle of the night, you were awakened by persistent knocking at the door. You were a little afraid to open it—could it be that the neighbor had gotten drunk again after filming and was once again trying to blame you for all your troubles? Surprisingly, no one had come to your door all day. The rumor about the "witch from apartment 4" apparently wasn't as strong as you thought. But the knocking continued, and you still wanted to open the door.

Vlad Cherevaty stood on the threshold, but alone, without his neighbor or the film crew.

"Here you are," a satisfied smile spread across his tired face. "Your defense is good, there's no denying it, but you can't fool Tolik."