How Rapper Husky killed me

This week, on the Husky’s YouTube channel, the online prime minister of the film “Lucifer”, for whom he hanged himself in the hotel window, burned himself and shot a whole filming group of glossy edition. The filming of this movie itself turned into a performance with a seizure of reality, and it seems that it has not yet ended. Grigory Tumanov, the chief of the Samizdat, turned out to be an involuntary participant in this performance and the film itself and is now trying to figure out what it really was and why, in order to end the career stage, the rapper needed to kill him.

At the former "bakery", which is now called the northern "bottle", a gastronomic festival is going on with might and main. At the very entrance there is a long table, at which there are couples with plastic glasses and street food. Someone hastily eats to go to the next food; Someone, putting on the sunglasses, just sets his face to the sun. Opposite the table is a long hangar. Now the vermouth is tasted there and they teach to mix cocktails from it - a long queue lined up on the entrance. Almost a year earlier, on September 11, 2018, rapper Husky shot me in the same hangar.

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This is not to say exactly that this whole story is not about one great deception. There are too many double meanings in it, and accidents do not seem so random. I will try to tell you what I know about how the rapper Husky decided to end his previous way and at the same time fell into it.

February 16, 2017

If you do not know how to turn the expensive room of the elite hotel into an aviary for baboons, but you do not have monkeys, but for some reason you wanted to do this, then all that you will need for this is the employees of the Moscow glossy edition. Write down: one editor, producer, director of the video department, two operators, sound engineer, assistant and make -up artist. Their total salary will still not allow you to rent this number even for a day, but they have a rental budget, and also barter. Thanks to the second circumstance, they find themselves in this issue, thanks to the first they can buy at all plastic food in the Prime institution-an eternal attribute of any feshen-setting in this city. Give them a few hours, do not bother: they scatter the jackets around the rooms, drag the sofas as it is convenient, will be non-stop to pour themselves coffee from Nespresso machines until the entire supply of capsules exhausted, and participants in the film crew, of course, will drop crumbs from the sandwiches on the floor.

I still work as an editor in the GQ magazine and is still impressed by the mismatch of the process of making a glossy picture to its results. RITZ-CARLTON hotel room on Tverskaya, which we rented by Barter under an interview with hoping artist Husky, the devil knows what. While we are once again moving the sofa, I once again drive everything in my head everything that I know about the new rapper, which, as I am sure, should become a phenomenon. He, in principle, is already becoming them: the “black and black” video has already been compared with the Hotline Bling Drake, and in the “Pula-Dura” with the refrain “I don’t want to be beautiful, I don’t want to be rich” individual critics saw “a rifle-this is a holiday!” According to the 2010s.

He is really rather curious, this new rapper. A guy from the hostel of the journalism department of Moscow State University, who got there straight from Ulan-Ude. First, in his free time from working on the Rossiya TV channel, he read the rap about the king and his chariot, obviously referring to the events in Bolotnaya Square in May 2012. After he put on sportswall and began to look towards Donbass, Yesenin and Letov and Limonov. I really want to ask him about a lot, while he puts on red pants and the Adidas Olympic, which my colleagues and I took in Showurum (Barter!). None of us yet realize that this clothing for rapper Husky will grow up and he will have to get out of him either from the placenta, or as a snake - from a dead skin.

We are talking to him about Zakhara Prilepin, dislike for the group Run The Jewels; I, it seems, is the first to learn from him that he does not draw inspiration from Yesenin’s poems, but rather glances towards Boris Redge; That an affair with Donbass is not at all from a senior comrade, but from his own curiosity. He also does not see the problem in actively contrasting himself with a gloss, but before our interview he managed to speak at the Esquire magazine party, and now he is sitting in an expensive hotel in front of a representative of an even more bourgeois edition.

We will give the Red Red costume a rapper immediately after we also write a teaser in the hotel corridor, on which he reads the poems of Boris Ryzhey. A flock of baboons leaves the number, leaving behind the crumbs scattered along the carpet and devastated coffee capsules. The interview will be released on the GQ website in a few days and will become one of the system -forming in the Husky career by launching the chain of events that I need to talk about. “Someone, of course, is a cannibal,” a colleague tells me on the way to the editorial office. I shrug.

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While I was digging in the circumstances in which the film "Lucifer" was shot about the re -exposure of the rapper into a new essence, I have more than once contacted the participants in the film crew. After the film was shown at the BEAT FILM summer festival, I wanted to finally figure out what it was still-a series of accidents or an impeccable plan to seize reality. Some employees anonymously agreed to tell me about the start of a long performance, which includes a movie. That's what is clear: at some point in 2018, Husky began to greatly burden the image, which adhered to him, including my efforts. The property of the gloss immediately dig into any new hero and the rapper did not like it. Judging by how the plot of his long performan was built, Husky itself was tired of horror. About all this, he came to his acquaintances from the ATAKA51 creative group Philip Ivanov, Dmitry Gorbatom and Alex Epikhov and the Video Podaks of the wide Stereotactic profile. At this meeting, the musician reports that he was stolen by a glossy Husky, so he needs to be killed somehow. In order to end him, the following components are needed: mainstream media, performance methods and social networks.

August 25, 2018

The reality around me is already relaxed because of the opening of the opening of the Richter space on Pyatnitskaya, 42. I don’t work in GQ, but I head samizdat, but more often than editing texts, I have to work as a loader, a dishwasher, then a bartender, since the hands in the mansion are strongly lacking. While I carry the next tray with glasses, the phone in my pocket vibrates. This is a message from the Subscriber "Dima Haski" in my Telegram so did not go away: "Darova! How are you? There is one topic so confidential. ”

The confidential topic is the proposal a year later to re-interview the interview that we recorded at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and publish it in the same place, on the GQ website. Husky transfers my contacts to another participant in the total performance, which I still do not even suspect - the director from the creative group ATAKA51. At a meeting at the Steereotactic office, I learn that Husky came up with how to end a glossy doppelganger, and for this he needs me. The essence is simple: we shoot the interview with the same GQ group, in the same red suit Adidas, in the same place. The director separately asks if something happened to those things in which I was in the frame a year ago, and if not, he asks to be on the shooting.

We spend some more time to discuss the interview line itself: of course, I will ask my questions, but it is important to bring the Husky to the monologue prepared by it. We hit hands, but I still do not know what awaits me.

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September 10, 2018

You already know the recipe for turning an expensive room of an elite hotel into an enclosure with a friendly, but let me tell you how it turns into a bloody bathhouse. It is enough to add people to the filming group of Russian gloss who decided to make a conceptual movie, and believe me: you will remember this for a long time.

Rapper Husky in the same red suit, I'm in the same clothes as a year ago. The only difference is that the rapper and his companions from the creative association behave somewhat nervously, as if they are going to realize a plan about which neither me nor the crew of GQ is unknown to me.

We move the furniture for a long time and check with a year ago, we recall whether the TV was turned on on the wall or not, where the table was standing and how my hand was lying on the back of the sofa, as if we were waiting for a spiritualistic session during which we want to recreate the crime - the absorption of the artist with glossy. But when the session ends, will it turn out that I am a killer, and Husky has every reason to blame me? I am chasing this thought, we begin the interview.

It does not go from the very beginning. The rapper will hook on the couch, reluctantly answers questions about what this year has done, and in every possible way changes the topic for himself. At some point, he begins to carry absolute game: he talks about Judas, about why it is cooler to be not a rapper, but a sorcerer-a man living on the border of the village as a physical world and on the border of reality with the world of mystical, about suicide and rebirth. The camera removes the interviewed through my back, so he does not see how at that moment I will turn up an eyebrow.

After some time, we remove the buttonholes, the GQ film crew is going and leaving, in the room we stay with the Husky and its companions from the video -preactics and the creative group. I go into the bathroom and in the first second I think that during our conversation in it they managed to dismember someone: walls, gender, shower cabin are flooded with fresh blood. I hover for a while, until one of the assistants of another film crew that arose in the doorway is back to reality. In his hands, a bottle of fake blood, which he came to dilute with water so that it looks a little more natural. “Uh, and you are better to leave. Do not be offended, ”he says. No one is ready to explain anything to me, they quickly get me out the door. I walk along the lift with a soft carpet with a soft carpet to the elevator, leaving behind my back the number in which the devil continues to happen.

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As I understand it today, the shooting of the GQ interview was not the first. Thanks to my interlocutor in the film crew, I now see a photo of Bekstage of the entire film “Lucifer”, from which I can conclude that the team has been working since the beginning of the summer of 2018, if not earlier. These photos. For example, on this one you can see how the Husky team rehearsed his hanging, which GQ film crew did not suspect, but on this the same fake blood in the Ritz-Carlotn shell.

It is quite strange to suddenly understand that your existence can be directed to some extent. You can think that you are going into an adventure, and in principle you do so, but find out that you did not see the whole picture, and the adventure slid along the pre -laid rails, or scary, or insulting. I’m not completely sure that I, writing this text, and you, reading it, are now not continuing to participate in the exercises of some director. Or do I participate in it only? Or just you?

September 11, 2018

In the morning, one of the directors calls me and says that they need to finish another scene. Yes, it will be used for another part of the performance, which we do not call that that way. He asks to dress in the same way as the day before, and not say anything to former colleagues from GQ. We continue to call up during the day, and from the conversation it turns out that they plan to kill me. More precisely, not me, but a hero-journalist, because of which Husky became what he does not want. I hastily finish all the affairs in the editorial office in order to have time to get to the “bakery”, where filming is appointed in the hangar, as a result I am late and catch myself thinking that it is very Russian-to worry that I will come to my own execution at the wrong time. The reality by September continues to swell with an absurdity, but it becomes more familiar, because in the fall something is always happening.

I come to the place, the crew meets me, but I can’t inside it yet. No, I cannot see the part of the shooting in which I do not participate, I have to wait. I smoke for about an hour near the hangar, then I timidly knock on the door and ask me to give me wiring from charging to connect to my laptop: the phone is sitting down, and I planned to take time before the endorship of the texts. For the couple of minutes that I am in the hangar, I manage to notice that the Husky spanning in the distance is dressed in a strange look, camouflage pants and military berets. In his hand he holds a TT pistol.

In anticipation of the execution, some more time passes, and soon I am allowed to go inside: the time has come for my scene. I still do not fully understand: something has gone wrong or this is a filigree directing-but then the absurdity begins. It is planned to shoot me from TT, charged with idle. Husky will change into the same red suit, we again sit on the contrary to each other to the sofas from that number-here it is, a whole set, imitating the interiors of Ritz-Carlton, in the middle of the hangar-but the interview will end in the murder of the entire crew and me at the same time. While we are discussing this with the director, Husky wanders around the hangar and shoots into the air - in a closed room, shots sound even louder. For a second it seems that reality has finally stained, and in principle, murder or something worse, too, can happen-in the end, I am partially guilty of creating the character that Husky so carefully wants to send into oblivion.

“Guys, my cartridges are over,” Husky suddenly turns to us from the far corner of the hangar. Judging by the faces of the film crew, this was not included in their plans (or not?), Like the guard who appeared in the doorway. Visitors to the surrounding burgger and barbershopes wildly scared the shots, so we have to do everything in a short time and quickly get out. I sit in a chair, Husky runs to change into a red suit, and the film crew discusses whether it is possible to apply the sound of a real shot in the video and how to fall in the frame. The photographer decides that he will fall facing forward, he will blink me in a chair with a shot, and my hand will hang, and the soundman, the “writing” “interview”, will have to start running away, and Husky will let her bullet after. We rehearse several times-with a cry of Bang and without it, but in the end we still decide that it is even more fun with him. I do not leave the feeling that something bad awaits me ahead, especially when I see the same bottles with artificial blood out of the corner of my eye and look at my white sneakers.

Camera, motor. Husky pronounces the same monologue about death and sorcerers as on the eve of an interview with GQ, after which it abruptly snatches the barrel. "Bang, Bang, Bang!" - I lean back in an armchair, the photographer falls face forward, the soundtrack runs, but does not escape. We are dead, and the rapper follows a bottle of artificial blood and densely floods the entire setup with it, after which, whistling, it begins to tie the sofa with a rope, and its other end wraps around the neck and leaves the frame. Stop. Filmed. It seems that everyone is happy, only a drop of blood was left on the sneakers. The guard in the doorway rushes, everyone is cigaretical and thrown into bananas and drying brought by someone-no less eternal companions of any filming in this city, especially if during these filming they kill gloss as an idea.

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The film clearly visible this gluing: here Husky shoots me, but it goes out the Ritz-Carlton window and hangs for some time facing the noisy Tverskaya in that very red suit Adidas. A considerable part of the filming budget went to withdraw this number, but the scene was a success. The story with the detention of the rapper still remains a gap: he was dragged back into the room and even taken to the police department, but in the end they let him go-he will receive his administrative arrest much later when he goes to a tour of Russia, and the local authorities will begin to tear off his concerts with such zeal that all prominent representatives of the rap industry will rise and will support her “I will sing my own. Music ". In the video published in November 2018, where Krasnodar police are pulling Husky from the roof of the car, there is no longer any costume of Adidas on it: he is dressed in an orange hoodie without identification signs and dark pants. What happened to that red costume - the story is silent, and my source in the film crew could not recall this.

September 14, 2018

“I did not know about hanging! Husky fucked up, ”the ex-college of GQ wrote to me, watching the news that the rapper sang for several minutes in the hotel window, where we recently interviewed him. In parallel with this, the same interview removed from one angle on the network somehow turns out to be from one angle. How it flowed from the archives of the glossy magazine or who removed this particular frame is completely unclear. The publishing house asked questions from the film crew, but they were bewildered by their hands.

A few days before, in principle, one could feel a catch: Husky began to flicker in media more and more often for strange occasions. Then he recorded a video on which he delements his entire new album, then crushes equipment in the studio. Hanging a hanging then forced many to grimaced. “The cheap, stupidly, does not know how to attract attention,” my colleagues wrote, in parallel, wondering if I knew something about the performance, there were about the same reviews on thematic forums.

Спустя день на сайте GQ всё-таки вышло то самое интервью, которое в сравнении с предыдущим было отредактировано так, что в него попали длинные тяжёлые паузы, во время которых Хаски долго думает над ответами, а режиссёр снова позвонил мне, чтобы поинтересоваться, не получится ли 15 сентября устроить церемонию прощания с Хаски в «Рихтере», но в итоге для церемонии было выбрано другое место.

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Ангар, в котором меня застрелили, в прошлые выходные стал пространством для любителей коктейлей, «Рихтер» так и не увидел похорон Хаски, поэтому 16 сентября 2018 года я спокойно встречал свой день рождения за его барной стойкой, наливая вино. Спустя год фильм был показан на фестивале Beat Film, после чего мне стали писать знакомые с вопросами «а как ты там оказался» — и мне снова пришлось объяснять всю историю, что вы прочитали выше. Когда мой источник рассказал мне о том, что для этой истории снова есть хороший новостной повод в виде релиза фильма в сети, я подумал, что теперь-то уж грех им не воспользоваться и не рассказать её от начала и до конца. Впрочем, вполне возможно, что я делаю это в рамках чьего-то чужого сценария, вся эта статья — продолжение длинной мистификации. А может, это вы, читая её сейчас, следуете сценарию, к которому я имею бо́льшее отношение, чем вам кажется. But this is inaccurate.

Фотографии: Пётр Барабака