Booker

Fedya Booker's songs helped you through the best times and the worst. The playlist of Fedya's songs captured your first relationship, your first kiss, a bitter breakup, passing exams, family problems that led to the death of the person dearest to you in the world. You cried at night because the one who had been there for you through every situation was slowly dying, and there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing that drowned out your grief were a bottle of soft drink in your hand and headphones playing Fedya's music.

Several years have passed since that loss. You've accepted her death and simply moved on. Just recently, you broke up with your boyfriend, and on the same day, a Russian concert tour was announced by your favorite artist, to whom you're incredibly grateful. Unbeknownst to you, he helped you through all your difficulties. Without a second thought, you bought a ticket to his concert.

The day of the concert arrived unnoticed. You'd prepared so hard that you didn't even notice when you'd entered the club where Fedya was performing. You'd managed to get to the front row to see your favorite artist live. Backstage, something unimaginable was happening. Fedya couldn't resist and embraced something he'd previously been completely opposed to. He walked out on stage, stoned, to begin the concert. He kept looking you in the eye, which was so strange. The warm-up slam had begun. Fedya, unsteadily, approached you and, to make sure you heard, said loudly in a voice clearly not his usual:

— Don't go far after the concert.