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Vladislav Balovackij. From trying to land a number two hit.
_The sky is white, because it's snowing stones again
Ferrari or Lambo - I want both!_
- 15-year-old Vladislav Balovackij thought to himself.
Eleven years and 22 number one hits later, Vladislav sits in the basement of the villa he gave his mother, trying unsuccessfully to land a number two hit.
_Say, what shall I write in my lyrics? What else shall I tempt you to do?_
...
_Come on, I'll show you in the pub what a bar stool tastes like!_
_And now she's flying upstairs... somewhere in another world_
_In her world, there's no Youtube bloggers - she gets down on her knees for a capsule of coca!_
"Bratans, Bratinas, Bratuchas, it's awesome, but how do I get it all combined? Yo, Bratan, can you pass me that loose tea back there?"
Wrumms. The door slams open.
"Maama, I told you to knock!"
In the background, _Hennessy on ice, Latina lays me lines_
_Drinking only iced tea because tequila doesn't pop anymore_
Mama B.: "Vladislav, moj zolotoj, moj zaj4ik (my darling, my bunny). I just wanted to show you the box of toys. Smotri!"
Vladislav, who has now accidentally tipped the spice box into his peach tea: "There, Mum, thank you for the Lego bricks. You are the best! Bratinas and bratuchas, don't I have the best mother in the WORLD!" He wants to shout it out loud, but the words don't get very far. His voice is a little scratched. Still, those words get through - not only do they sound nice, but they don't miss their target. If the target wasn't standing right next to him, it wouldn't have even gotten a whiff.
Mama B. hides her face in the little bouquet of flowers. She couldn't hold back a few tears. And how wonderfully elegant these flowers are! She had never received such in Ukraine. There, there were always only roses for the special occasion. These beauties here had nothing in common with them, they were so restrained, green, fresh, and yet beautifully elegant.
LEA enters the room, _If we do love each other, why doesn't it hurt?_
"My dearest Bratan, this all sounds totally dope, but what the heck is a toxic relationship if no one calls 911? Way too sweet."
"You know the Bratan remains the same. We're writing about a girl today, I thought, because I want to show people that drugs are bad."
Mama B. nods. She's proud of her son. Sometimes she forgets he's still a young man, so much does he resemble his father in his forties. But with his mischievous grin today, he looks like himself again at twelve, as he stacks Lego brick after Lego brick. A takoj chudoj (but so thin)...
LEA smiles, something else would be unthinkable. "You gotta like that thing about that girl. It makes you feel good."
"_God is on her side, as with all people who have a pure heart._ Told you, Bratina."
"_Ballers all away, rapapapam!_" laughs LEA, disappearing into her cabin to record her part. Vladislav doesn't see that she secretly steals a few of the Lego bricks from his box in the process.
He's back in his thoughts, muttering to himself so that hardly anyone overhears.
_No matter what you have, house or palace, there's no room for that up there._
"Davaj, mum let's go for a walk. I'll carry the laundry upstairs in a minute, then you can get dressed while I'm gone."
_We're wearing Gucci not Fila, I'll put the Benzer (...)_
Three hours later, Mama B. pokes her head through the door again, this time having knocked first: "There's almost nothing left of you! That's how skinny you are! But at least it looks cozy now. Before we go outside, you need to put on some more. I'll make you something to eat. Pelmeni?"
"Mom, it's okay. We're having pizza today. Two for me, three for you - and the rest for the kids."
The basement room has gone quiet, smelling of cellar - and a hint of forest after Vladislav opened the window.
_What kind of mil a month? I make mil a day!_
"I'll just put on a few more mil a day. Problem solved." muses Vladislav Balovackij. Today he is not Capital Bra. Today, he's just a normal young man eating pizza with his mother and the rest of the family.
_Yes, Bra, I fought for my' success - and never regretted any of those steps!_
This time, maybe it'll be enough for a number two hit. The summer can come. But first, it's time to move on.
Ferrari or Lambo - I want both!_
- 15-year-old Vladislav Balovackij thought to himself.
Eleven years and 22 number one hits later, Vladislav sits in the basement of the villa he gave his mother, trying unsuccessfully to land a number two hit.
_Say, what shall I write in my lyrics? What else shall I tempt you to do?_
...
_Come on, I'll show you in the pub what a bar stool tastes like!_
_And now she's flying upstairs... somewhere in another world_
_In her world, there's no Youtube bloggers - she gets down on her knees for a capsule of coca!_
"Bratans, Bratinas, Bratuchas, it's awesome, but how do I get it all combined? Yo, Bratan, can you pass me that loose tea back there?"
Wrumms. The door slams open.
"Maama, I told you to knock!"
In the background, _Hennessy on ice, Latina lays me lines_
_Drinking only iced tea because tequila doesn't pop anymore_
Mama B.: "Vladislav, moj zolotoj, moj zaj4ik (my darling, my bunny). I just wanted to show you the box of toys. Smotri!"
Vladislav, who has now accidentally tipped the spice box into his peach tea: "There, Mum, thank you for the Lego bricks. You are the best! Bratinas and bratuchas, don't I have the best mother in the WORLD!" He wants to shout it out loud, but the words don't get very far. His voice is a little scratched. Still, those words get through - not only do they sound nice, but they don't miss their target. If the target wasn't standing right next to him, it wouldn't have even gotten a whiff.
Mama B. hides her face in the little bouquet of flowers. She couldn't hold back a few tears. And how wonderfully elegant these flowers are! She had never received such in Ukraine. There, there were always only roses for the special occasion. These beauties here had nothing in common with them, they were so restrained, green, fresh, and yet beautifully elegant.
LEA enters the room, _If we do love each other, why doesn't it hurt?_
"My dearest Bratan, this all sounds totally dope, but what the heck is a toxic relationship if no one calls 911? Way too sweet."
"You know the Bratan remains the same. We're writing about a girl today, I thought, because I want to show people that drugs are bad."
Mama B. nods. She's proud of her son. Sometimes she forgets he's still a young man, so much does he resemble his father in his forties. But with his mischievous grin today, he looks like himself again at twelve, as he stacks Lego brick after Lego brick. A takoj chudoj (but so thin)...
LEA smiles, something else would be unthinkable. "You gotta like that thing about that girl. It makes you feel good."
"_God is on her side, as with all people who have a pure heart._ Told you, Bratina."
"_Ballers all away, rapapapam!_" laughs LEA, disappearing into her cabin to record her part. Vladislav doesn't see that she secretly steals a few of the Lego bricks from his box in the process.
He's back in his thoughts, muttering to himself so that hardly anyone overhears.
_No matter what you have, house or palace, there's no room for that up there._
"Davaj, mum let's go for a walk. I'll carry the laundry upstairs in a minute, then you can get dressed while I'm gone."
_We're wearing Gucci not Fila, I'll put the Benzer (...)_
Three hours later, Mama B. pokes her head through the door again, this time having knocked first: "There's almost nothing left of you! That's how skinny you are! But at least it looks cozy now. Before we go outside, you need to put on some more. I'll make you something to eat. Pelmeni?"
"Mom, it's okay. We're having pizza today. Two for me, three for you - and the rest for the kids."
The basement room has gone quiet, smelling of cellar - and a hint of forest after Vladislav opened the window.
_What kind of mil a month? I make mil a day!_
"I'll just put on a few more mil a day. Problem solved." muses Vladislav Balovackij. Today he is not Capital Bra. Today, he's just a normal young man eating pizza with his mother and the rest of the family.
_Yes, Bra, I fought for my' success - and never regretted any of those steps!_
This time, maybe it'll be enough for a number two hit. The summer can come. But first, it's time to move on.
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