Maxim: relaxed, gallant (and slightly hooligan, as always), floating on the waves of spectator love. Not a single “take-away” of the traditional bouquet from the spectators is left without his grateful attention. Maxim is such a person: sarcastic, easily sliding on the surface of his jokes, which are often on the verge of a foul; but - without losing tact and love for the audience.

His brilliant parodies and reincarnations of the monsters of Russian and foreign show business are always so accurate that it is unknown who applauded the audience - whether Galkin, or - suddenly appeared on stage Muslim Magomayev, with his famous "The night will pass, the sun will rise .."? Or Alexander Serov, who smoothly goes to Dima Bilan and Baskov? She put her nose “Verka-Serdyuchka”, and she was replaced by Renata Litvinova - “Marlene Dietrich of our days”; She also hid herself - the loud Masha Rasputin appeared in one bottle with Zhanna Aguzarova ... Suddenly - in one breath - Anna Netrebko's angel soprano, so visible, flourished on the scene - so many people had to pinch themselves by the arm. But it was not there, and “the music did not last long”! Philip Kirkorov's real sonorous baritone replaces the immortal aria - and again the entire auditorium is torpedoed. And again on the stage Maxim Galkin. Alone, but with a thousand faces and images behind him.