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Yes, by the way, I almost forgot. I recently had a dream about a continuation of the story about Artemka, where he was killed. So, Artemka, with amnesia, gradually remembers everything. Basta is looking for new supporters, calling on old ones, but many have renounced rap and refused to fight for their rights. So, only pitiful groups of rappers remain, not even gathering 1000 people, most of whom are already in prison. Basta had a week left before the trial, a week to win or lose. Artemka, some time ago, carefree, returned to the war for rap as a soldier. Skipping a long series of battles, pessimism, and suffering, I will tell the very end. In the last battle, Artemka suddenly remembered everything, fired, missed, received a bullet in the forehead, and died. Basta and the others continued to fight and won. The opponent realized that it was pointless to continue fighting, and the rappers won.