Recording in Progress

Nastya lives by a schedule that has no room for disruption. A deadline, a producer on the verge of hysteria, a boyfriend and sound engineer who left four voice messages unanswered — she keeps it all under control. She even brings him coffee.

But the studio greets her with bottles on the floor, a stranger’s body on the couch, and Zhenya in the chair — blind from the light, drunk since the night before. She looks at him for a second. Maybe it’s not the first time.

Two fingers on his collar. She lets go. He drops — she’s already sitting in his chair.

Jack into the interface. New session. Record. Step into the booth.

She freezes in front of the microphone for two seconds. Then a mechanical smile, and in a flawless children’s voice: «Are you ready for a truly magical adventure?!»

Recording in progress.