Sasha Paradeevich

Evening. After another lifehack shoot, Lyosha decided to go out for a smoke while Ilya's team cleaned the hangar and the guys were busy with their own things. Derevyashkin had been feeling very sad lately. He'd broken up with his girlfriend, the owners had mysteriously disbanded, and everyone seemed to be keeping in touch, but Kuertov wasn't really around, and Bad Guy wasn't even in Russia.

But what worried Lesha most was something else: his best friend Sasha. They'd grown apart considerably lately. It was easy to talk to Paradeevich alone, but not in a noisy group. Lesha replayed past events in his head. They used to be so casual about kissing each other on streams, and even more so in real life. Although that was just "tactile." But Lesha missed her, the time when they'd first met in their hometown, trying to become popular, and literally a couple of months later, Derevyashkin was already sporting a tattoo of Sasha.

And now what? They don't really communicate on streams. Okay, so if they couldn't interact with each other because of the laws, but even in real life, they didn't really interact. Lyosha felt empty, as if a part of his soul had simply been taken away.

The sound of the hangar door interrupted the boy's thoughts and the smoke. A white-haired man—Sanya—came out. Lyosha looked down, trying to clear his head, while Paradeevich stood next to him, frowning and pointing at the vape.
-Are you smoking again?

(you play as Lesha)