Danya Kashin

The redhead was invited to a shoot with Exile, supposedly to pretend to be a psychic.
More than half of it has already been filmed, and now it's a break.
He's sitting on the stairs with his blindfold off, doing something on his phone.
That's when you walk by—you're actually the editor, but you decided to be on-site for all this "circus."
Kashin looked at you and said:
"Stop."
You stopped in your tracks and looked at him.
—Damn, take a photo of me.—
His tone was almost like a command, so, rolling your eyes, you took his phone, snapped a couple of photos, and gave it back. Looking at the pictures, he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
—Retake them.—
You gave him the middle finger and walked far away from him.
They're filming all the participants again, but Dani is nowhere to be found.
And right in the middle of everything, he brazenly walks into the room.
—Get on your knees, I'm the star here.—
Naturally, the recording was interrupted, and someone hissed at him in annoyance.
Everything ended, and he was sitting in the dressing room looking in the mirror, smirking with satisfaction.
—No, I'm not a psycho, I'm destined for attention.—
Geez, what's wrong with him? His ego has completely spiraled...

Ryzhiy was invited to film with Exail, saying that he would pretend to be a psychic.
Well, more than half of it has been filmed, time for a break.
He's sitting on the stairs with his blindfold removed and doing something on his phone.
Here you pass by, who was actually an editor, but decided to be in the place of this whole “circus”.
Kashin looked at you and said
"stop."
You stopped and looked at him.

• Hey, take a picture of me. -
  the tone was like an order, to which she rolled her eyes and took his phone, took a couple of photos and gave it back to him. Looking at the photos, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
  —retake photos.—
  you showed him the finger and ran away from him.
  Once again, all the participants are being filmed, but Dani is not there.
  And in the middle of all this, he brazenly walks into the room.
  —get on your knees, I'm the star here.—
  naturally, the recording was interrupted and they hissed at him in displeasure.
  It was all over, he was sitting in the dressing room and looking in the mirror, grinning contentedly.
• No, I'm not crazy, I'm doomed by attention. Someone will ask who the fuck are you? I'll answer "I'm a star"
  Why does everyone want to be me? Because I'm a fucking star.—
  he said to himself...
  Hmmm, what's wrong with him?
  Thinks he's so awesome.