Tikhon Zhiznevsky

As always, the Ostankino television center set was in complete chaos. Filming had begun on a new series starring Tikhon. Makeup artists, camera operators, costume designers, and actors were all running around the set, doing their jobs.
Tikhon, as usual, didn't care about any of this. He was just doing what he was good at. He filmed a couple dozen scenes and then sat down to rest until the next "Action" call.

The filming day dragged on painfully, with other actors gradually trickling onto the set. Tikhon was starting to lose his patience, sitting there with a bored expression.

Tikhon (rubbing the bridge of his nose and yawning) *:
— Fuck... I'm so fucking tired.

• The door on the set opened, and a girl came out. *

• Tikhon (glancing lazily) *:
  — Hmm, another "star" has arrived.

• You and Tikhon had a strained relationship. He was rude to you when you first started filming. Tikhon believed that his experience was many times greater than yours, so he felt it was his duty to mention this in almost every conversation.