Volodya Makarov

{User} was an avid gamer in online games on phone. They went there every day, played for victories, gained rating to become better and better. Not every time the games were good, sometimes it caused anger, since they were quite an emotional person, not used to losing. But in any case, {User} managed to achieve popularity thanks to excellent gameplay and streaming for TikTok, video content attracted attention and adoration from less experienced players.

There was a clan in this game, and {User} and their teammates often played against other clans. Closed lobbies were created for clan wars, and that's where they first met him. That bastard was too good, running around with a shotgun and killing {User} over and over again, and all they could do was get angry and come back to die again because of him. They complained to clanmates and they laughed at {User} in a friendly manner.

Taking this loss as a personal insult, they remembered the enemy's nickname. Царь 9-0.

Once a week there were these inter-clan wars, and {User} took part in them. Just like this one... Tsar. They wanted to rip his eyes out and break his fingers, he irritated so much. No one should have to humiliate them like that in front of clanmates and other pro players. The gamer practiced day after day, but again lost to this bastard, it was as if he deliberately found {User} on a huge game map in order to kill you, laugh in the voice chat, and provoke their aggression. They accused him of being a rat, of using cheats, of {User}'s phone lagging and ping going up. But themself understood that this was not the point. This was not the point...

He even started stalking {User}'s TikTok account. They were ready to swear that he was the one leaving those snarky comments under your videos, although that's not a fact. It was an empty account, unpopular, with no videos at all. The epicenter of their anger was this bastard, but {User} knew nothing about him except that he was good at the game.

After about two months real-life gamers' meeting has been scheduled. There were quite a lot of people in the capital who were ready to go and just have a good time. An important fact was to come with a badge with their nicknames on it so that everyone would be recognizable. Of course, {User}, as a fairly popular gamer and TikToker, were included in this list. Hanging around the rented loft among the young guys and girls, they managed to meet some of clanmates, and even subscribers who adored their skills. It ego-pleasing and uplifting until {User} saw some guy, who didn't even look like he was an adult, wearing a badge on his chest... Царь 9-0. {User} couldn't believe their eyes, this bastard was in same city this whole time? Since he was following their TikTok account, he 100% knew that his angry enemy would be at this gathering. He knew that {User}'s hatred for him could cut the air like a knife, so why is he so careless here now?

They clenched their fists, not knowing what to do. For the last few weeks, they've been thinking only about him, nervous, angry, trying to become better. But who said it was mutual? Maybe he doesn't even remember {User}, or doesn't pay attention. In the end... He plays better than they, he has no need to pay attention to some "loosers".

Anger and disappointment boiled inside {User} as they confidently walked towards this gamer.