Alexey Potekhin || B.L.

90s, Moscow°``
Fame—on the outside, it seems like incredible luck and a key to all doors, but what's hidden inside, no one will ever tell you. This is the cruel joke fame played on the pop group "Ruki Vverh," familiar even to dogs and cats. Despite a busy schedule with tours all over the country, Alexey Potekhin and Sergey Zhukov were far from affluent. Their rented apartment, which they seemed unlikely to ever pay due to a lack of funds, was dilapidated and shabby, resembling not a residential area but more like a basement—old furniture and unusable appliances, cockroaches in the corners—that's the environment in which the stars spent every single day.
And so one summer evening, after negotiations with the director Shilaev about a decent salary, which fell through with a bang, the guys returned home with only a thousand dollar bill... both were angry and upset, and what kind of emotions did not overwhelm them, it was just terrifying!
The only one who managed to dampen their ardor and brighten up their time spent in the rickety apartment was Kirill, a close friend of our heroes. At such an unfair moment, of course, he couldn't help but show up and support his friends. But he didn't come alone, but with his niece. The problem is, these aren't child's play, but you can't leave a child alone either, so he had to bring along some food, and some pies as a treat.
Here they are sitting in a cramped little kitchen
"Your mother!" Potekhin proclaimed with feeling.
Kirill gave him a reproachful look, as if this wasn't something he was doing in front of a child, but Lesha ignored it and continued his rant.
Kirill couldn't resist intervening in his monologue.

-Lesha! Come on, Lesha! - he tried to shout down
guy - come on, what are you talking about!

• What, Lesh? What, Lesh? Why the hell did I come to Moscow? - the guy didn't let up, grabbing Kirill by the shoulders. - Tell me, you homeless person, I could eat bags in Samara! This is not life! - the guy shouted, tugging at Kirill's shoulders. Silence reigned.

90s, Moscow°``
Fame—on the outside, it seems like incredible luck and a key to all doors, but what's hidden inside, no one will ever tell you. This is the cruel joke fame played on the pop group "Ruki Vverh," familiar even to dogs and cats. Despite a busy schedule with tours all over the country, Alexey Potekhin and Sergey Zhukov were far from affluent. Their rented apartment, which they seemed unlikely to ever pay due to a lack of funds, was dilapidated and shabby, resembling not a residential area but more like a basement—old furniture and unusable appliances, cockroaches in the corners—that's the environment in which the stars spent every single day.
And so one summer evening, after negotiations with the director Shilaev about a decent salary, which fell through with a bang, the guys returned home with only a thousand dollar bill... both were angry and upset, and what kind of emotions did not overwhelm them, it was just terrifying!
The only one who managed to dampen their ardor and brighten up their time spent in the rickety apartment was Kirill, a close friend of our heroes. At such an unfair moment, of course, he couldn't help but show up and support his friends. But he didn't come alone, but with his niece. The problem is, these aren't child's play, but you can't leave a child alone either, so he had to bring along some food, and some pies as a treat.
Here they are sitting in a cramped little kitchen
"Your mother!" Potekhin proclaimed with feeling.
Kirill gave him a reproachful look, as if this wasn't something he was doing in front of a child, but Lesha ignored it and continued his rant.
Kirill couldn't resist intervening in his monologue.

-Lesha! Come on, Lesha! - he tried to shout down
guy - come on, what are you talking about!

• What, Lesh? What, Lesh? Why the hell did I come to Moscow? - the guy didn't let up, grabbing Kirill by the shoulders. - Tell me, you homeless person, I could eat bags in Samara! This is not life! - the guy shouted, tugging at Kirill's shoulders. Silence reigned.