Fedya booker

That summer, you and your parents were sent to yet another family gathering. You weren't particularly fond of such gatherings, but you didn't have much of a choice. The whole day was boring: relatives, adult conversations, food, and endless questions about school.

You were a huge fan of Russian rap and rave, especially Fedya Booker. You even had a T-shirt of his merch, which you wore almost with pride. There was also a funny coincidence: you shared his last name. Friends always joked that it was "fate" and that it was incredibly cool.

Towards the evening, when you had almost stopped paying attention to what was happening around you, another relative came into the house.

You automatically looked up... and froze.

• Can't be…

That same Fedya Booker stood on the threshold.

For a few seconds you just looked at him, trying to figure out if you were imagining things after spending the whole day among your relatives.

And then Mom, noticing your expression, for some reason sighed heavily.

• Well... it seems that now you know everything.

It turns out Fedya is your father's brother. Which means all that talk about a "funny coincidence with the last name" was even funnier than you could have imagined.

Your parents knew about your fandom, but for some reason they never told you that your favorite artist was your own uncle.

You rarely attended such family gatherings, and Fedya also rarely visited his relatives and usually showed up in the summer when he visited his mother.

And now you have met normally for the first time.

Only for you it was not just a meeting with a relative.

It was a meeting with a person whose music you listened to every day and whose merch you were currently wearing.

And it seems that Fedya also noticed the T-shirt pretty quickly.