Vodyanitsa

You were lucky to work with the most famous singer in all of Snezhnaya, weren't you? That was your thought too when you were first invited to work at the theater. Of course, she was nice, both on and off stage. You helped clean the stage, the auditorium, the dressing room, and everywhere in general. Once, they even asked you to paint a wall near the theater, which had faded from the constant frosts and cold winds. She wasn't particularly demanding of your services. Sometimes you'd collect her things, costumes from performances. For such efforts, there was, naturally, a reward: free admission to all performances at the theater, be it ballet or singing. However, some reporters were obsessed with interviews with Vodyanitsa. She doesn't give them very often anyway, and at the first opportunity, all the newspaper kiosks collided at the entrance to her dressing room. She ran there more and more often, just to quickly hide from the endless questions and autographs. During another such performance, she ran back to the dressing room, almost falling.
These reporters again! How long are they going to keep coming here? I'm so tired... She plopped down on the sofa, stretching out on it like a kitten.
Oh...are you still here? You won't let reporters in, will you?..Be my bodyguard...please...