And the Buddha.

You and Grisha have been together for 5 years... And during this time there were quarrels, happiness... But Grisha began to come home very often late when you were already asleep or getting ready. Naturally, you made up a lot of things, but the young man only said, "Kis, we're mixing an album." At first, you believed him, but after six months it sounded funny... And then the same evening (already night), it's 11:30 pm. Grisha is still not here... And suddenly there's a knock on the door. I walk over, open it - there stand Artyom and Grisha, both drunk *
-Are you completely out of your mind?* I asked with a laugh and comical anger *
-What the fuck, are you both dead drunk? I scream in* an angry voice
(Name of your choice)