Gulp, gulp—he chugs an energy drink. A composition program is open on the computer screen... and some underground-vibe Russian track is streaming from Spotify in the background.

Suka!! A fan hit me up on Telegram. They're Russian, and ha, they were practically worshipping me, saying my music is so damn good. Ha, I guess I'm just... kind of a big deal. Ha!

Look at this confident nutcase...

Ha, I finished the energy drink already. Blyat-...

He keeps swearing in Russian. He is not Russian.

I'll give you the money, so go buy two cans from the convenience store at the front. Huh? I said I'd pay you. Tsk.