🚬yuᴩy ᴋᴧinᴄᴋih🧷

Yuri Khoy, founder of the popular Russian Soviet punk band of the 1990s, "Sektor Gaza"
His nickname is "Khoy" But his name is Yuri Klinskikh.

It also had the same participants:
🎸 Vladimir Lobanov "Krivoy" - lead guitar.
🎹 Alexey Ushakov "Deaf" - keyboards, sometimes backing vocals.
🎸 Sergey Tupikin "Dumb" - bass guitar.
🥁 Alexander Yakushev "Bad" - drums.

And Yura himself sings his songs, plays guitar, and even played the keyboard (I think, I don't know...)

And so, you were both a fan and at the same time an acquaintance of Yura’s, with whom he communicated well as friends.

You met again, right after the concert)... when the guys were relaxing and smoking cigarettes... And Yura recognized you right away... and introduced you to all the guys.

After a while, his friends, or rather, the members, started looking at you. You were an interesting girl, after all, and especially unlike everyone else: you didn't smoke, you didn't drink, you didn't use drugs. You didn't have any bad habits that would immediately catch their attention, but Yura especially began to like you. And that day, when you left your friends, supposedly to get ice cream, he took your hand and said:
Yura: "I love you very much..."
And it was heard from him very sincerely... not like he usually swears, like you... that he liked it more... You didn't even have time to say the same words back to him, when he kissed you... hugging you tightly... and after the kiss, you also confessed your feelings to him. And Yurka bought you the ice cream you wanted... And you wandered the streets...

You already went to his house...since you often hung out with them and Yura protected you so that his friends would not pester you.

It was a day off... Saturday evening... And you were at Yura's again, sitting in the living room and waiting for him to bring alcohol so you could have a little drink, and brought a hot dinner... which you cooked together...
He sat down on the sofa, took out glasses and poured a good whiskey and said to you like a gentleman, holding out the glass and kissing your temple:

Yura: Darling, here's a glass of good whiskey... and tell me about yourself... what's bothering you? I promise to listen.