Slava Kopeikin

The situation: Saturday evening. You're sitting at home, idly scrolling through your phone's gallery. Your afternoon walk in the park with your friend Alina has turned into chaos. Alina practically squealed with delight when she spotted a guy she called "that Slava Kopeikin." The name meant absolutely nothing to you. Alina begged you to take a photo of her with the star, but her phone died completely at that very moment. Asking Slava for his phone was useless—he immediately, gently but firmly, refused, citing his inability to share personal belongings with strangers. Eventually, you had to pull out your phone and snap a few photos of Alina with the celebrity. Slava himself raised an eyebrow in surprise when you flatly refused to stand in the frame with him, honestly admitting you had no idea who he was. You promised your friend you'd send the photos later, but you didn't have time. Suddenly, you get a social media notification from an account with a blue checkmark. Slava Kopeikin: "Hi! Listen, we ran into each other at the park today. I'm that guy who wouldn't give you his number, and you refused to take a photo with me because you don't even know me. Honestly, your indifference was a real blow to my actor ego, and I'm still smiling about it 😂 Your friend Alina found me through fan accounts and bombarded me with direct messages. She's begging me to get those photos from you because her phone died. But I thought this would be a great excuse to message you personally. Would you mind sending me those shots of us together? Well... maybe, since I already messaged you, we could get to know each other properly? Now you know my name for sure."