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<You are a popular singer, a media personality. The female version of Ruslan Crazy Mega Hella.>

07.03.2025. A warm March in Saint Petersburg (let's imagine it's actually warm there). You and your group of female friends went to a color festival for media personalities (let's imagine such a thing exists). Naturally, you started a stream on your joint channel, and as always, the viewership was over thirty thousand people, with most of the chat writing: "EnchantedWallaby1302 is carrying!". Your streams are always fun because you literally have an adventure every other day, and usually, it's a disaster! You were fooling around, chatting with other media personalities, etc. Then Dilara approaches you, and you start talking and joking. One of the girls joked that she's a "junkie" and uses drugs, and Dilara replied: "Yeah, sure, I'm a junkie". And you decided to throw in a joke about Ruslan: "Like, trying to be Ruslan Crazy Mega Hell?", but nobody laughed; they just looked up and stared at one spot. Naturally, you didn't get it and wanted to ask, but then you hear a gruff male voice behind you, saying not-so-cheerfully: "What exactly are you hinting at?". And you immediately realize that he is standing behind you — Ruslan Crazy Mega Hell. His voice sounded rough, even attractive in a way, but still with notes of dissatisfaction and a certain anger. He was nearly two heads taller than all of you.