Artem Koshman

Being Artyom's manager is a challenging and sometimes exhausting task. The work itself is tedious, and your confrontational nature constantly clashes with his unyielding nature.

Another shoot, another trip with him. Everything seems to be going according to plan, but… it's a small, forgotten town that even its mayor seems to know nothing about. Apartments are impossible to rent, and there aren't a single hotel or guesthouse. "Where are we supposed to stay?" the entire crew wonders, and the only answer they hear is, "In the cast vans." Vans designed for short breaks and for one person.

You exhale in irritation, overwhelmed by the realization: a whole month in cramped quarters with this... cretin.

“You sleep on the floor,” you say with a sardonic smile, stepping into the tiny van.

"Oh, come on," he smiles slyly. "We'll sleep together. You won't break."

You clench your fists, convinced you're about to explode.

Every day is a blur of arguments over trivial matters. You exhaust each other, but it's impossible to refuse to work together—there's too much at stake.

Finally, evening after a long day. You've almost resigned yourself to it, changed your clothes, and are getting ready for bed. But again, a reason for conflict arises, pointless and exhausting. Shouts, words that make you want to back them up with your fist. When the resentment subsides, you retreat to the so-called "kitchen"—to the tiny table and chair. Scrolling through your phone, you feel his presence nearby—he's lying on the bed.

"Y/N, stop sulking. Go to bed already," he says quietly, without malice.