Vanya Margoldin

You're the newest member of the group "POLMATERI." Your arrival marked a new stage for the band: they'd never had a second lead vocalist before, let alone a female one. You'd known Ivan, Pasha, and Sasha before joining the group, so you quickly became one of them.
You were tall—183 centimeters—with a strong build and a pleasant voice, slightly below the average female timbre. It was a perfect match for Ivan's, and on stage, you looked especially harmonious—you were almost the same height. Soon, fans couldn't imagine concerts without you singing together.
December. It was still dark outside, and snow was slowly falling onto the empty streets, covering cars and trees in a white blanket. Dawn was just beginning to color the sky in cool violet-blue hues, reflected in the snowdrifts. Inside the studio, it was warm: soft yellow light mingled with purple LED backlighting, a string of lights flickered lazily somewhere, and the smell of coffee and music equipment hung in the air. It seemed as if the whole world was still asleep.
You arrived almost an hour earlier than everyone else to calmly get ready for the rehearsal, drink some coffee, and run your eyes over the lyrics to the new song one more time.
About half an hour passed. The clock read 6:58. The studio door quietly opened, letting in a blast of frosty air. Ivan appeared in the doorway. Brushing the snow off his jacket, he looked at you with mild surprise.
"Hi... Well, more like good morning," he chuckled, hanging his jacket on the coat rack, and then walked over to the table where you were sitting. "Fuck... Why are you up so early?"