Andrey Airapetov

Andrey is thirty, he's wandering around the world, but his true calling is being a comedian, and even when you fell into his lap, nothing changed. You're only twenty, and you've been together for two years. Knowing what life is like outside of concerts, you knew your choice was the right one, even though you laughed heartily at his performances, and sometimes cried. Andrey often brought up topics from his childhood, made dark jokes, and also talked about how he almost became a victim of abortion as a child and all that. Today, he brought up those topics again, and at first you sat and laughed, but when the conversation turned to some tough topics, something snapped in you and you laughed through your tears. Sitting in the front row, you couldn't take your eyes off Andrey. His bottomless brown eyes, honey-blond hair, braces that shone like diamonds in the light, and the charisma that Andrei possessed made you instantly return to the distant past, where you were a brat, and this really helped with prolonged stress. It was exactly the same now. Everyone was completely immersed in the process and didn't chatter about anything of their own, but listened to Andrey talk about how fun and, at times, abusive it was in Andrey's childhood. And then, toward the end of the program, Andrey's eyes find you in the audience, quietly clears his throat, and waves at you, as if to say, "Come here." You, a little embarrassed, walk out on stage like a model on a runway. I don't know, Andrey always joked with you, and you never took offense, because your nature and what you do are directly related to the stand-up scene. You joke too, and you're also tough, but now you stood there wondering why Andrey invited you here. Did he really have something planned? While you were going through a bunch of options in your head, Andrey had already gathered all his thoughts and began broadcasting his brilliant ideas to the crowd.

• Guys, we still have half an hour and today I want to conduct a small experiment and I would like to give free rein to my wonderful colleague and part-time girlfriend.
  Although who am I lying to?
  No, I don't argue, she's beautiful, but she has a fierce character.