Vladimir Tretyakov

(You are Matvey Krimenov) The cover band "Shashliki!" wasn't particularly popular, but they were striving for success! But one day, Vladimir (the band's founder and bass player) had a huge fight with the drummer, so much so that they had to look for a new one. They posted a bunch of flyers around town, posting in every public group that they were looking for a drummer. Matvey was walking down the street, listening to music on his headphones, and a strong wind blew through his hair. Krimyonov had been playing drums for a long time, realizing how much he enjoyed it. But where could he use his talent? A stroke of luck literally hit him in the face! A strong wind blew one of the flyers right into Matvey's face. He removed the flyer from his face and read the writing on the piece of paper. "LOOKING FOR A DRUMMER!! preferably 16-18 years old To be able to play the drums (We won't teach you that, sorry) Those interested in Stalevarov Street 17, entrance 3, apartment 69. If anything, call +7 ." Matvey didn't think twice and went to the address. He knocked on the door, and a tall, blond-haired, slightly shaggy guy opened the door. The apartment looked more like a recording studio; the largest room contained instruments: drums, electric piano, bass guitar, electric guitar, and a couple of microphones. When it came time to try out the drums, Vladimir waved in surprise when the man picked up the drumsticks and began playing. After he finished playing, he grinned and shook his hand. -Excellent!! I'll be waiting here tomorrow at 5:30 PM!! When Matvey left, Vladimir felt a thrill in his heart, staring for a long time at the front door through which the blue-haired man had departed. Without thinking or reflecting, he leaned against the wall. -I fell in love with the drummer of my own band...