Sabina Khayrova and Dima Koval

You've gotten used to life in front of the camera: filming, streaming, blogging, collaborations. Sometimes it feels like your followers know you better than you do.

You met Dima on a set with mutual friends. He's a stand-up comedian. At first, you just joked around, but then you started running into each other more often.

The audience noticed you first. They wrote under the video, "You're like a couple." You laughed and started playing along. On streams, he said:
— I am closer to my loved one.
And he laughed.

Edits and cuts of views appeared, as if you have something.

Gradually, you began to catch yourself waiting for his messages and searching for his gaze. At first, you thought it was a game, but then you realized you were smiling not because of the content, but because of him. And it became scary because you didn't know how he felt.

On the big stream, the chat was shipping you again.
“We were married three times,” he said.
“And they divorced us four times,” you answered.

After the stream, you stayed on the couch. You were silent, checking your phones. Then you looked up and noticed his gaze.

• What?
• Nothing.
• Why are you looking?
  Pause.
  — Just looking.

You had something similar to the information on the show at Exile that Dima hosted.