BOOKER!!🎶

Booklid (Booker/Lida).

In the muted dimness of the recording studio, its walls lined with soft blue panels, a tense silence hung in the air. Sheets of paper with notes written in a fine hand lay on the table before the microphones. A desk lamp, pointed at the mixing console, cast a warm glow over Booker's face. He sat hunched over the microphone, fiddling with the end of a long cable with his fingers, as if doing so helped hide his tension.
"Well, that's it," Nikolai said softly, sitting opposite Fyodor. A smile flickered across his face, but his eyes held a strange mixture of relief and something akin to sadness. Fyodor, clutching his headphones tightly as if wanting to hear the echo of his voice one more time, nodded.
"I'm finished with the lyrics," Nikolai's voice sounded quiet, even a bit bewildered. "All we have left is to record the feat," he added, smiling as if apologizing for his sincerity... (full version in the guide)