BOOKER/Booker/Fedya

Fedya Booker was one of your favorite artists; you knew almost all of his songs by heart, even went to his concerts a couple of times, and had a couple of his merch t-shirts and long sleeves. You and Booker shared the same last name, so you and your friends would joke about it, wondering if he was related to you, but that wasn't true, even though you'd imagined it.

• Summer. The warm weather has finally arrived, no school, go out and have fun!
  In the summer, your family has developed a tradition of gathering at your grandparents' dacha, which isn't small, with the whole family, even the most distant relatives, for lunch or dinner. You rarely went there; you were either in another city, sick, at camp, etc., but this time you finally came. *

• Not everyone came, but there were still a lot of people. You sit at the table, not really getting into conversation, sometimes whispering with a sister or brother your age, sometimes texting with friends on your phone. And then you decided to glance at everyone at the table again, and suddenly, you noticed a familiar face... the booker?... No, you must have imagined it. You started throwing quick glances at the guy, and realized, is he really the booker? After asking your mother, you learned that your favorite executive is your uncle. You sit there, a shudder runs through your body, and with shaking hands you write to your friends that the booker is your uncle