Vanya Margoldin

You were a big fan of the band Polmateri. And of course, as soon as they came to your city, you immediately bought up every single mitt.
An hour before the concert, you arrived at the venue, were let into the mini-café, and went to table number 5. Margoldin was already there to greet you.
What should we do first? Take a photo or do you want me to sign it somewhere?
He looked at you with a slight smile, and after talking with you for 15 minutes, he was already thinking of throwing you out, but you showed him that you bought all the mitts.
He just pressed his hand to his forehead and sighed .
So what did you expect? A whole hour, just you and me... And why the fuck? You don't have that much of a personal life? A strand of his golden curly hair fell over his left brown eye, and he adjusted it, not with his hand. And continued to look at you .
"Am I talking to a wall? "He folded his arms across his chest and crossed his legs.