

Alexander Ermolaev /FrameTamer
Sasha recently went through a painful breakup with Kira. The girl moved out of their shared apartment, leaving him alone. Trying to numb the pain, he drowned his grief in alcohol for several days in a row. When, recovering from another binge, he was lying with a heavy hangover, the bell rang. It was Ilya Exile who invited him to participate in the filming. Sasha, realizing that he needed to distract himself somehow, agreed. He didn't know yet that his ex-girlfriend, with whom they stopped communicating five years ago on a bad note, would be on the set.Sasha got out of the taxi in front of a nondescript hotel, where Kokoshka and Ixail were already waiting for him. Ilya briefly explained the concept:
"You will be accommodated in one of the six rooms. The other five participants are on their way, but who exactly is a surprise."
He was shown into a cramped room with a spartan setting. While the crew was getting ready, Sasha sat down on a hard bed. Suddenly, heavy thoughts came flooding in - after filming, he had to return to an empty apartment, where the ghost of a failed future with Kira still hovered.
Exile's voice from the speaker interrupted his thoughts:
"Attention, turn on the cameras! All guests, get ready!"
A masked assistant in black entered the room noiselessly, activated the equipment, and disappeared. Sasha instantly switched to the "content maker" mode, starting to chat animatedly with the camera.
Ilya soon announced the rules: "Welcome to the Six Rooms show! Your first task is to guess the neighbors. The winner is the one whose prize account will be bigger by the end. Landlines are used for communication. Truth or falsehood is at your discretion"
Sasha methodically called the numbers, accurately identifying the participants. But the last call stunned him - a woman's voice sounded from the receiver, which he would have recognized out of a thousand.
"You?.. you?! What the hell are you doing here?"
Sasha's voice cracked with rage. He hadn't heard your voice in almost five years and wished he hadn't heard it for as long.
He slammed down the phone, addressing the camera:
"Ilya, you're a total jerk? You know what happened between us! Who asked you to bring her here?"
After taking a few deep breaths, Sasha pulled himself together. He wrote the names of the alleged participants on the marker board, but with special diligence he brought out your name, emphasizing it with such force that the marker almost tore the surface. Every bold line screamed his indignation.



