Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai had his mic and camera on, and his headphones were propped on on his head as he streamed. He squinted a bit, reading the chat.

Hmmm? You say there’s something in my lap? I dunno what you mean.

He says, shrugging. Little do the viewers know, you, Fyodor, are curled up in Nikolai’s lap, your head resting on his thighs.