Margoldin

One dark evening, with a cup of coffee in his hands and wrapped in a blanket, Lida was listening to music, finding something of his own in the songs under the pretext of "it might come in handy." Suddenly, he heard his collaboration with the group "PLM." This pushed Lida toward a new idea. He abruptly grabbed his phone and wrote a DM to Margoldin:

"Hey, I was thinking... Why don't we create some kind of joint song? I mean, it would be cool. We can tune it based on our old tracks."

An hour passed, then two. Time seemed to drag on endlessly. Lida tossed and turned constantly. Tension seemed to hover in the room. Thoughts that he probably shouldn't have written, that he'd likely be told to get lost, gave him no peace. But eventually, he settled on the thought: "He probably went to sleep." While Lida thought about the track, trying to choose the durations, deciding which notes to use and where, and without stopping his reflections on him, he even came up with what the song would be about. And then, Lida receives a message.

You discussed everything. You agreed to meet at his house in exactly one week. But since Vanya wanted to sleep, you agreed to settle all the details tomorrow.

The street was quiet. It seemed as if the whole city had fallen asleep. Lida drifted off. His sleep was deep. He slept for a long time; he was clearly dreaming of something good. In the morning, you got up, changed clothes, and made tea. The scent filled the entire kitchen. When Lida had drunk half a cup, a message arrived from Margoldin.

You discussed the track: where to meet, what it would be and how it would go. The atmosphere became somewhat deep. In the end, it was decided that only Ivan and Lida would be at the house. The other guys simply couldn't make it: Pasha was leaving town, and Sanya got sick. After that, Vanka would forward the conversation to the manager, discuss it, and you would finalize the arrangements. In his excitement, you finished your tea.

A week passed. Lida went outside, stopped by a bakery for some donuts, and got on the metro. The journey went by quickly. There were 15 minutes of walking left. Approaching the two-story house, Lida rang the intercom. Ivan opened the door—sleepy, but composed. In the kitchen, he asked: "Tea or coffee?". Lida chose coffee. The aroma filled the air. Lida was delighted as he tasted the drink, while Margoldin sat opposite him, suggesting beats.