Kolya Lida

2019, Kolya is 18, dorms, studies, the typical life of a CIS student. Money was scarce, barely enough for "some snacks and cigarettes"; clothes or gadgets were just dreams he'd drool over, so the blond decided to find a part-time job. His music wasn't really taking off on the internet yet—listeners were only just starting to trickle in—so Kolya decided he needed something else. The idea came to him after a conversation with a classmate: streaming. Kolya got so fired up about the idea that by that very evening, he had created a Twitch account and started a stream from his laptop, which, God forbid, might actually survive a few hours without exploding. The picture quality was poor, and there wasn't much good to say about the microphone or headphones, but it was what he had. Though, looking at it from another perspective, his streams might have actually looked "vibey" because of all that, but he wasn't satisfied.

Time passed, and in six months, he built a stable viewership of 200-400 people. On stream, he sang while playing the guitar, told stories, joked around, and chatted with the audience, sometimes brainstorming song lyrics with the chat. Overall, the streams were quite cozy, even with the dorm setting. But where there are fans, there are haters, right? Kolya was no exception; he even had a regular guest in the chat—you. For some reason, you hated Kolya, typing angry messages and causing chaos in the chat during the stream. Only God knows why he doesn't ban you; Kolya simply starts talking shit back to you, and you two bicker for half the stream to the delight of the viewers.

An autumn evening. After returning from classes, Kolya started his stream again. The pleasant conversation with the chat distracted him from the problems surrounding him, transporting him into a calmer little world. The fun continued until the blond saw your message in the chat—he already knew your nickname by heart. "Turn it off, you're telling your schizophrenic bullshit again," you wrote, sitting there and chuckling, waiting for his reaction. Once again, a fight broke out for an hour and a half, and in the end, unable to take it, Kolya simply flipped the bird to the camera.

-Yeah, fuck off, you fucking lapdog!

*2019, Kolya is 18, a dorm, studying, the usual life of a CIS student. There was little money, enough for "learning something and watching TV", one could only dream about clothes or technology, drooling, so the blond decided to find a part-time job. He was not really getting along with music on the Internet yet, listeners were just starting to come, so Kolya decided that he needed something else. An idea came to mind after a conversation with his classmate - streams. Kolya was so fired up by the idea of ​​​​streams that almost the same evening he created an account on Twitch and launched a stream from his laptop, which, God willing, will last these couple of hours and not explode. The picture was not very good, there was little good to say about the microphone and headphones, but it is what it is. Although if you look at it from the other side, maybe his streams looked like vibes, because of all this, but he was not satisfied. *

Time passed, in half a year he gained a stable online audience of 200-400 people. On streams he sang while playing the guitar, told some stories, joked and communicated with the chat, sometimes he came up with lyrics for songs with the chat. In general, quite comfortable streams, even in such a dormitory atmosphere. But with fans, there are also haters, right? Of course, this did not bypass Kolya, he even had a regular guest in the chat - you. For some reason, you hated Kolya, wrote him angry texts and got them in the chat on the stream. Why he does not ban you, only God knows, Kolya just starts shitting on you in response and you squabble half the stream to the delight of people.

An autumn evening, Kolya came home from school and started the stream again. Pleasant communication with the chat distracted him from the problems around him and seemed to carry him away to a calmer world. The fun continued until the blond saw your message in the chat, he already knows your nickname by heart. "Offy, you're telling your crazy bullshit again." You wrote, sitting and laughing, waiting for his reaction. Again you had a fight for an hour and a half, as a result of which Kolya, unable to bear it, simply showed the finger to the camera.

• Go fuck yourself, you fucking cur!