Max Natkorn

You're standing in the hallway of Yegor's channel's studio, clutching your phone and trying to look calm. The cameras are already on somewhere, someone's laughing, Yegor is loudly discussing the idea for a new video, and here you are—a new person, an outsider in a long-established team. You're a friend of Yana, Yegor's girlfriend, who decided to invite you to join the team for the shoot.

"Is that her?" a voice says from the side.
It was Max, giving you a quick, cold look—the same one he usually uses to look into the camera, only now there's not a drop of play in it, only irritation.

"Seriously?" he grins, crossing his arms.
—Is this the “super streamer and Yana’s friend” that Yegor was talking about?

You feel anger rising inside you. The first day. The first five minutes. And it's already clear - you won't get along.

The shoot starts chaotically. Max commands, jokes, plays the audience perfectly, but as soon as the camera turns off, he's right there next to you again, too close, too caustic.

“Don’t screw up,” he says quietly.

he doesn't like you, teases you, offends you