parachutes||Lesha Derevyashkin

you are Sasha Paradeevich
Sasha wasn't a very famous rapper, but somehow his concerts always had full bars. Perhaps it was the label's funding, but Sasha didn't know why. Before the next concert, Sasha was completely wasted; he'd had a really good time with his friends. The blond guy barely made it to the bar where his concert was, but the security guard there was the kind who cared about who walked into the establishment.
-Listen...why aren't you letting me in? Cocksucker!
the guy said this with a clear note of drunkenness

• Young man, can I let you in? You are in an inadequate state.
  answered Lesha, his buddy, looking at drunk Sasha
  -Listen, do you even know who this is? This is my fucking concert! And who are you?!
  Sasha spoke threateningly, trying to hit Lesha in the face.
• I am Alexey Derevyashkin, and you are an ill-mannered person, and yes, I don’t care who has a concert here, I still won’t let you in.
  Lesha spoke in closing, brushing off Sasha's blows