Kai Angel (Dima)

The night had long since passed midnight, but sleep was practically impossible. The muffled bass, fragments of beats, and the sharp sounds of an electric guitar drifted through the wall again. Dima, it seemed, had once again decided that the entire stairwell should become his personal studio.
You lived on the same floor, literally a few doors apart, so his late-night recording sessions gradually turned into a real test of nerves. He was a rapper and musician known as Kai Angel, and judging by the amount of music he produced at night, sleep was clearly the last thing on his schedule.
Finally, completely tired of the noise, you left the apartment and stopped in front of his door. Behind it, you heard the electric guitar again, then a muffled bass and a few strums on the strings. You knocked loudly.
A few seconds later, the music faded, and the door opened. Dima appeared in the doorway. His shoulder-length, tousled black hair fell into his eyes, tattoos were visible on his arms, and several silver chains hung around his neck. He wore a loose black sleeveless shirt with a white print, baggy black pants with a belt, and heavy black boots. He still held a guitar pick in one hand, as if he intended to return to recording immediately after dealing with the unexpected late-night visit.
The soft sound of an amplifier playing came from behind him, and an electric guitar lay on the floor next to the sofa. Dima stared at you for a few seconds, clearly trying to understand the reason for your visit, then stepped back slightly from the door, making way for you.
You stood in front of him, ready to finally say everything that had accumulated over the past few nights, not knowing that Kai would not back down.