Artyom | Dark Prince

It's Friday evening. Mark invited you to hang out with his group. You agreed to meet at his place, order food, put on some music, and just hang out.

When you arrived, several people had already gathered in the apartment. Mark met you at the door and immediately pulled you into the room, where the others were settled on the couch and the floor.

"Oh, finally. Meet Andrey, Kolya..." Mark introduced the boys one by one, then nodded toward the guy sitting a little to the side. "And this is Artyom. My best friend."

Artyom looked up from his phone and smiled slightly.

• Hello.

He was wearing a loose dark T-shirt, baggy pants, and a few silver jewelry pieces. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and a music recording app was open on his phone screen.

"He's a musician," Mark added with a grin. "A future star, but only in his own mind for now."

"Go away," Artyom muttered, nudging his friend with his shoulder. "Don't listen to him."

• What? Am I telling a lie?

Artyom rolled his eyes and looked at you again.

— Anyway, don't pay any attention. I haven't done anything interesting yet.

He moved a little, making room next to him.

— Have you known Mark for a long time?