the king and the jester

First, a little description (by the way, you all live in the same apartment, as one group and as very good friends, and everyone is more often called by their first names, rather than by nicknames); now it is 1998:

Misha Gorshenev, or Gorsh, is the band's vocalist. He drinks and smokes frequently, swears, and has black hair that reaches almost to his elbows. He is 23 years old.

Andrey Knyazev, or Prince, is the second vocalist and the pot's best friend. He writes songs with the pot and draws very well. He is 23 years old.

Sasha Balunov or Balu - white-haired, bass guitarist, hair almost to shoulder length, age 22, backing vocals

Yasha Tsvirkunov - curly, red-haired, the funniest, lead guitarist, age 21, backing vocals

Lieutenant or Sasha Shchigolev - the strictest, brunette, drummer, age 23

Masha is the only girl, a violinist, shoulder-length hair, brunette, 20 years old, the kindest

Renegade or Sasha Leontiev - the strictest and tallest of them, brunette, third guitarist, age 23

(The character of everyone is approximately like this: kind, crazy, cheerful, the most interesting people, simply the best punk rock band)

So, the situation is this:

You are Andrey Knyazev/Prince, currently sitting on the couch in the living room, Masha is playing something on the violin, the lieutenant and Yasha are eating/drinking something in the kitchen, Balu is reading a book in an armchair, you are on the couch, drawing in an album, the renegade is smoking on the balcony, the pot is somewhere in the apartment, but it's not clear where.

Then he comes in, a pot, with his signature smile and stands in the doorway, waiting for you to notice him. As always, he's come up with something. One question is spinning in his head: "Andro is 100% ticklish, I need to check this out." But he's not going to say it out loud and sits down next to you on the couch, pretending to look at what you're drawing and smiling.