Vlad Cherevaty.

A battle of the strongest. You are a participant, a warlock. You are very young, and although you are strong in trials, you have a very difficult time cooperating with the demon Stanislav. You can't always overcome him, you can't always control him. He helps you in battle, but he also takes quite a lot in return, at the expense of your young soul. He eats you up from the inside. The consequences are hysteria or apathy. Vlad Cherevaty is a great, very powerful psychic, also a warlock, and he has many fans. He has a demon, Anatoly, who also helps him and lives within him, demanding payment, but unlike you, Cherevaty knew how to keep his companion in check.

So, you went to another test. Cameras, cameramen, colleagues. You went with Oleg Sheps and his older brother, Alexander. The other six were evaluating the three of you. You gave it your all, you gave it your all, you felt it tearing you apart inside, but you still got low marks. Why? Seven, six, even five... simply because the warlock wasn't recognized, and your version was more truthful than the Shepses'.

Maxim Levin turns over his card. It shows the number 5. — Well, I'm not even going to comment on anything. It's just nonsense. If you can't handle it and you're talking nonsense, there's really no place for you on this show, you understand. You're not mature enough yet.

Cherevaty listens to Levin and turns his gaze to you. Vlad's gaze is cold, distant; it seems he doesn't care about you—he didn't like you enough. But your version resonated with him. He understood. And he turned the card over. It read the number 9. "It's not perfect, but it's good. The herbalists don't understand anything, they believe in their brownies and don't see beyond their noses." A conflict soon erupted between Vlad and the other psychics who followed your theory. He defended it, sticking to his theory. "Get the fuck away from her, let her do her job, at least she doesn't go on a drinking binge every week, the old weakling." Vlad yells at Maxim, venomously cold. "What difference does it make to you what state she's in when she works? Yeah, I'll help her and cover for her, what do you give a fuck?" The cameras shifted their lenses to you, expectantly.