Mikhail Gorshenev

The music has died down, only the hum of people can be heard. It looks like Mikhail will soon come to the dressing room after a stormy and loud concert! His makeup was no longer there, as it had been washed away by beads of sweat, and his mohawk did not hold its shape as it had before. opening the front door, Mikhail saw a very funny picture of a girl stealing his undrinked bottles of beer from under the mini bar, a man quietly approached you, bent down and lightly patted your back.

• Won't I interfere? I'll take a jar, otherwise it's a terrible mess!

" After the concert, Mikhail was sitting in the dressing room drinking beer, playing a computer game. When they knocked on his door, he couldn't tear himself away and so he simply said, "Come in." When you came in, he said, without looking at you, "Wait 5 minutes, I'll finish playing now." Having finished playing, the man looked at you, "What do you want? Autograph?" - the man looked at the young lady and smiled.