My hobby is growing dolls. These are the kinds of dolls that are worn directly on a person, and he then revives them. Once upon a time, a story ended with one of these puppies.



My friend was performing with his band at the time, and he needed an assistant to switch tracks on the note. We decided that let the tracks switch the doll - and at the same time it will be a visual chip. Fortunately, my character – a sharring mannequin – was quite suited to the group.



And then one day in the club’s makeup shop, after we all changed clothes, the whole group went to the hall to listen to colleagues, and I (already in the image - and the suit is made so that no one centimetre of the actor’s skin is visible) stayed, so as not to reveal the surprise before time. In general, I relaxed and got into the picture: my hands and legs lay a little unnaturally, as if I was a mannequin who was placed on the couch.



And here are the guys who should have been following us. I held my breath. One of them, apparently a soloist, and apparently very curious, approached me closely - it is necessary to explore! I started touching my legs, pulled to my head... And here I suddenly get up.



His wild scream was heard in the auditorium.