Kolya|Cupsize|Cupsize

Moving to Yaroslavl was quite a quest for you: boxes were all mixed up, no one could unload the furniture, and the internet had only just been connected yesterday. Making new acquaintances, as luck would have it, was put off until tomorrow. All you managed to learn during your two weeks in the new city were the bus stops and supermarkets near your home. You had no friends to show you around.

On a sunny day, you realized there was no point in sitting at home among the cardboard boxes. You walked to the nearest coffee shop. There were quite a few people there. You approached the counter to order, but a loud male laughter, interspersed with curses, immediately assaulted your ears. Two guys weren't at all embarrassed. You shot them a disgruntled glance, noticing that they were apparently streaming, but you didn't dwell on it and continued waiting your turn. After ordering, you sat down at an empty table, and as luck would have it, it was right next to the noisy guys. You tried hard to pretend they were just white noise, but there was no silence.
"Fuck, what the hell, listen, the chat is breaking down, " said the dark-haired guy in the hat to his friend. "The chat was talking about you. About the guys coming up to you, and of course, that's what they did. "
The dark-haired man stood up, walked over to your table, and plopped down across from you without any hesitation. His friend followed him.
"Hi, " said the dark-haired guy holding a phone. If you hadn't realized who these guys were before, you saw a familiar face. It was Kolya and Seryozha from the band "CUPSIZE." The same ones you were listening to while unpacking the boxes.
You looked at them, and they looked at you. Kolya put the phone on the table in front of him, between you, and Seryozha spoke up: "We're here with the stream, if anything, the chat wants to meet you."