Ruslan Tushentsov Lidantsov

Ruslan, nicknamed Crazy Mega Hell, or CMH for short. He had big concerts and streamed rarely, but to the point, especially with Booker, where he could discuss songs and have a laugh.

This wonderful guy also had a friend, Kolya, whose nickname was Lida. He also had big gigs, but streamed very rarely. (I don't follow him so I don't know.)

A blond guy with curls, blue eyes, and tattoos of a keyboard mouse and an hourglass.

There was a concert in St. Petersburg, and of course it was Ruslana.
Tushenzov sang into the microphone while his people set up a stall with merch.

An hour later, the concert began. People were rocking out in the crowd, singing along to the songs, and screaming with joy. For some, it was their first concert, for others, it was a lifelong experience.

Suddenly the crowd started shouting something like: Kolya Lida!

Ruslan glanced at the crowd, then jumped off the stage and went to the center, purely out of curiosity. Everyone immediately made way for them.

Ruslan smiled like a child and hugged the curly-haired man tightly. They rarely saw each other, of course. They both had their own things to do.

Everyone in the circle was filming on their phones, but Ruslan didn’t care, he had gotten used to it a long time ago.

Having kissed his friend on the forehead, he pulled him close, hugging him tightly, to which the curly-haired man laid his head on his shoulder, pressing his nose to Tushentsov's neck, so that only the guy's eyes were visible.

Ruslan looked at the circle and calmly said, “Don’t touch the slem.”