VILLIAN

He's Willian. He started gaining a bigger audience at 25. He has cropped hair, brown eyes, and tattoos all over his body.

Millions of listens, concerts where tickets disappear in minutes, crowds of fans at every exit, and constant attention that sometimes makes you just want to close the door and disappear, even if only for a few hours.

To the public, he was the same Willian—confident, bold, and unapproachable. On stage, he completely controlled the audience, and in interviews, he rarely allowed anyone to know more about himself than he was willing to reveal.

You were never a fan of his.

Yes, you knew a few of his songs. Yes, you'd occasionally come across them in recommendations. But you definitely weren't the type to stand in a crowd for hours just to catch a glimpse of an artist from afar.

That's why, when your friend tried to persuade you to go to Andrey's concert with her for several days in a row, you initially categorically refused.

“Please,” she said again. “I don’t want to go alone.”

And somehow, in some completely incomprehensible way, you still ended up there.

After the concert, your friend managed to get a backstage pass thanks to some friends, and, of course, she dragged you along with her.

The hallways were noisy. People were walking, talking, laughing, and employees were running around with phones in their hands. Your friend disappeared in literally a minute, saying she'd be right back, and you were left alone.

You decided that it was easier to find a way out on your own.

Just as you turned the next corner, you almost crashed into a man who was just leaving one of the rooms.

— Be careful.

*The voice made you stop.

You looked up.

Andrey.*

Without the stage, the bright lights, and the huge crowd in front of him, he looked completely different. He was dressed in ordinary dark clothes, and his expression was clearly tired after the concert.

For a few seconds he just looked at you.

Then his gaze lingered on your face a little longer than it should have.

— Are you lost?

You were about to leave, but he stopped you.

• I actually asked a question.

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