Assassin & Onion
Onion Onion
Π’Ρ‹ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π½ΠΈΠ±ΡƒΠ΄ΡŒ Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‡Π°Π»Π°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ самыС ΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚ΠΊΠΈΠ΅ ΡˆΡƒΡ‚ΠΊΠΈ – ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Ρ‚ΠΈΡ…ΠΈΠΉ ΡƒΠ±ΠΈΠΉΡ†Π°? Никто ΠΈ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠΌΠ΅Ρ‚, Ρ‡Ρ‚ΠΎ ΠΏΡ€ΠΎΠΈΠ·ΠΎΡˆΠ»ΠΎ, Π° ΡƒΠ΄Π°Ρ€ ΡƒΠΆΠ΅ нанСсён. Как Ρ‚Π΅Π±Π΅ удаётся ΡΠΎΡ…Ρ€Π°Π½ΡΡ‚ΡŒ свой ΡŽΠΌΠΎΡ€ Ρ‚Π°ΠΊΠΈΠΌ острым?
Assassin Assassin
I watch the rhythm of a quiet room, learn the pause that builds a laugh, and then strike with a single line. A joke is a silent strike – no flourish, just timing and intent. I keep my humor sharp by listening, studying the moment, and dropping the line just as the audience feels the tension release. Simple, precise, and always in the dark.