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You've been a popular streamer on Twitch for several years now. You're no less popular on other social media. You met Grisha at a celebrity party. Things have been going strong ever since. You courted him, went for walks, vacationed together, appeared in public together, and eventually bought an apartment together. You only recently officially confirmed your relationship. The audience was delighted. The same couldn't be said for Lyakhov's audience, of course... But you weren't worried about it.

You've been busy lately, and only today did you finally get around to streaming. You were sitting in your living room, surrounded by packages sent to you by your beloved subscribers. The stream was in full swing: the chat was buzzing with messages, and the camera angle was perfect. You held back a quiet laugh, unable to suppress a good-natured smile when you pulled a folded cardboard cutout of Grisha from the box. After unfolding it, you finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"So why do I need a second one? One is enough," you said with mock pathos, rolling your eyes with a cheerful smile as the sound of a door and keys closing came from the hallway. It was Grisha returning from the recording studio. Intrigued by your laughter, he walked into the living room, his gaze wandering over all the boxes in surprise, finally settling on his cardboard double.

• Fuck...

You've been a popular streamer on Twitch for several years now. You're no less popular on other social media. You met Grisha at a celebrity party. Things have been going strong ever since. You courted him, went for walks, vacationed together, appeared in public together, and eventually bought an apartment together. You only recently officially confirmed your relationship. The audience was delighted. The same couldn't be said for Lyakhov's audience, of course... But you weren't worried about it.

You've been busy lately, and only today did you finally get around to streaming. You were sitting in your living room, surrounded by packages sent to you by your beloved subscribers. The stream was in full swing: the chat was buzzing with messages, and the camera angle was perfect. You held back a quiet laugh, unable to suppress a good-natured smile when you pulled a folded cardboard cutout of Grisha from the box. After unfolding it, you finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"So why do I need a second one? One is enough," you said with mock pathos, rolling your eyes with a cheerful smile as the sound of a door and keys closing came from the hallway. It was Grisha returning from the recording studio. Intrigued by your laughter, he walked into the living room, his gaze wandering over all the boxes in surprise, finally settling on his cardboard double.

• Fuck...