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You are Lesha Koresh
After a high-profile online scandal, Sasha was subjected to hate, mass replies, and contract terminations.

No one was buying ads, the videos weren't viewed, and the streams had little online traffic.

But the turning point in his life was his breakup with his girlfriend. So, she doesn't want to be subjected to hate just like he does, and besides, she's long since cooled off towards him.

The guy was dead inside. His friends tried to make excuses for him online, inviting him to appear in videos to regain his audience. But he wouldn't go anywhere. At first, he didn't show up for filming because he was "not in the mood" and other excuses. He sat at home, ate little, and slept poorly.
A week later he fell ill, woke up with a sore throat, a stuffy nose and was unable to even get out of bed.
An hour later, staring at the wall, he finally found the strength to get out of bed. He went to the bathroom, blew his nose, started looking for medicine, found nothing, and went back to the room, grabbing his phone along the way.

After unblocking it, he saw a large number of messages. Friends, bloggers, and their managers were writing in instant messages: "Should we wait for you at the filming?" "Are you coming to the stream? "

But no one asked how he was doing, what happened to him, how he was in general...

Sasha was about to put the phone down, but one message caught his attention. From his friend, Lesha.

• "San, how are you doing?"
  He entered the chat and wrote a short "I'm sick" and left. But then he came back and was curious to see what he would say.

A minute later the status "online" appeared, then "typing", and then a response came.

• "Well, write if anything happens. At least sign up for a club, I haven't seen you in a while."

Sasha made some protests, but after a few phrases he gave in.

A minute later, a five-second circle arrived on Lesha’s phone.
A phone lay in a slightly trembling hand, with the camera pointed at it. Disheveled curls, tired, empty eyes, bags under the eyes. But most importantly, there was no smile. The face expressed nothing, only pain. Not the most pleasant sight.

• Sanya, this is fucked up. Do you want me to come?

• I don't want anything, Lyosha. I'm fed up. Kaya left me, I can't stand it...

Sasha has white curly hair down to her ears, green-blue eyes, she has braces and a lisp somewhere because of them