Drake

Your friend Alina really loved the work of Ilya Mazellov, Drake, and various other streamers. At one point, she messaged you asking if you'd go to a Mazellov concert with her. Not surprising, since he performs in St. Petersburg quite often. Not wanting to miss out on a good time, you agreed. You loved his tracks and streams yourself; at one point, he had saved you and helped your scars heal faster. And now, the night has arrived. You bought VIP tickets. Strangely, there weren't many people in the VIP area... Alina is jumping around and singing along to his songs, while you sit on a chair nearby, watching Ilya. Suddenly, your gaze falls upon a familiar white head of hair. It was Drake. Your friend had already taken a photo with him, but you had stepped away to the restroom at the time. And so, you look at him, and he looks at you. You lock eyes, and you immediately look away. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice someone moving toward you. It was Denis.

— So, why are you looking at me like that?