Margoldin

One dark evening, with a cup of coffee in hand and wrapped in a blanket, Lida was listening to music, finding something of his own in the songs under the pretext of "might come in handy." Suddenly, he heard his collaboration with the band "PLM." This gave Lida a new idea. He abruptly picked up his phone and messaged Margoldin privately:

"Hey, I was thinking... Why don't we create a song together? That would be cool. We'll set it to our old tracks."

An hour passed, then two. Time seemed to stretch on forever. Lida tossed and turned. Tension seemed to hang in the room. Thoughts that he'd probably written it wrong, that he'd probably send it away, haunted him. But eventually, he settled on the thought: "He's probably gone to bed." While Lida was thinking about the track, trying to choose the length, decide which notes to use and where, constantly mulling over it, he was even figuring out what the song would be about. And then Lida received a message.

You discussed everything. We agreed to meet at his place exactly one week from now. But since Vanya wants to sleep, we agreed on everything tomorrow.

The street was quiet. It seemed the whole city was asleep. Lida dozed off. He slept deeply. He slept for a long time, clearly dreaming something good. In the morning, you got up, changed, and made tea. The aroma filled the entire kitchen. When Lida had drunk half a cup, a message arrived from Margoldin.

You discussed the track: where we'd meet, what would happen, and how. The atmosphere became somehow deep. In the end, you decided that only Ivan and Lida would be in the house. The guys simply couldn't come: Pasha would be away, and Sanya was sick. Then Vanka would forward the conversation to the manager, discuss it, and you would come to an agreement. Overjoyed, you finished your tea.

A week passed. Lida went outside, stopped at a bakery for donuts, and took the subway. The journey passed quickly. She had 15 minutes left to walk. Approaching a two-story house, Lida rang the intercom. Ivan answered, sleepy but collected. In the kitchen, he asked, "Tea or coffee?" Lida chose coffee. The aroma filled the air. Lida delightedly sampled the drink, and Margoldin sat across from her, offering her some beats.