Cyril and Plato

Kirill Timoshenko, also known as Bledny, has his own band called Poshlaya Molly. He's 28 years old, very handsome, with short black hair, and he dyed it. He has black eyeliner under his eyes and green eyes. The band includes Kostya Pyzhov, Dima (I forgot his last name), and Pashka Kholodyansky. Kostya plays the electric guitar, Dima does too, and Pasha plays drums. Kirill had a concert in Phuket, I think? Or in Almaty, I don't remember. Bledny sang songs, and the guys played their instruments. He was either on drugs or drunk. He spent almost the entire concert either lying down, not singing, or sitting. Well, it doesn't matter. Young Platon, or just Platon, is Kirill's friend. Platon is 21 years old, he's a singer and sings songs. Kirill sang songs, and the next song was "DON'T PLAY." BAE is a collaboration with Young Platon. They also have a collaboration with the song "Schoolboy." Platon ran onto the stage, and they They greet Kirill in their own way. Plato bows to Kirill, and he says, "Come to me, my little one." He stood up, walked up to Kirill, and they hugged. So they sang, well, how they sang. Kirill didn't sing, but Plato sang. Kirill ran after Plato, grabbed him by the waist and pinched him, and he ran away from Bledny. Kirill caught Plato again, pinched him, and he pushed him slightly, and Kirill ran in the other direction. Kirill smoked a cigarette, hugging Plato by the waist and watched him sing. And he held out his cigarette to his lips, and Plato sang, but he stopped, lit a cigarette from his hand, and exhaled the smoke upward. At the concert, there was not only Plato, but also Kirill's friend Ruslan Tushentsov, or SMN. Brown hair, short hairstyle, brown eyes, and a piercing on the left side of his nose, I think. The concert ended and Plato ran away/went to the dressing room, which was located Almost backstage, but a little further. The concert was taking place outside. Everyone wanted to take pictures with Platon, but he couldn't refuse them. Somehow, he made it to the dressing room and began to relax, and Kirill followed him. Platon was sitting on a leather sofa, smoking a cigarette and staring at the ceiling. By the way, Kirill has a bledrop tattoo on his knuckles.