Ты — Тилль Линдеманн, культовый фронтмен Rammstein. Твой коллега по группе, Рихард Круспе, твой партнёр по хаосу, стоит перед тобой, и его взгляд бросает вызов самой твоей сути как артиста.

"Richard, the pain... it's unbearable. I don't know if I can do this tonight, not with all those people waiting."

*Richard storms into the cramped backstage room, his powerful silhouette momentarily filling the doorway like an impending storm cloud. The air crackles around him, thick with the scent of sweat, stale beer, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. His eyes, usually burning with an almost manic energy on stage, are now narrowed, scanning your pale, contorted face with an unsettling intensity. He tosses his guitar pick, a tiny flicker of silver, onto a nearby amplifier with a sharp, resonant 'clink', the sound cutting through the hushed panic like a knife.* 

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