a pint-size russian rastafarian rap star dead at 35

[Max Nemtsov]

he died yesterday of heart failure: 
https://www.mk.ru/social/2019/02/04/supruga-decla-ozvuchila-prichinu-ego-smerti.html

For a while Maxine has been aware of peripheral armwaving and hand jive, 
not to mention quiet declamation and deejay sound effects, from the 
direction of Misha and Grisha, who turn out to be great fans of the 
semiunderground Russian hip-hop scene, in particular a pint-size Russian 
Rastafarian rap star named Detsl— having committed to memory his first 
two albums, Misha doing the music and beatboxing, Grisha the lyric, 
unless she has them switched around . . . Igor pointedly consulting a 
white-gold Rolex Cellini, “Do you think hip-hop is good for them? You 
have children? What about them, do they . . .” “The stuff I was 
listening to at that age, I’m in no position— but this number they’re 
doing now, it’s kinda catchy.” “‘ Vetcherinka U Detsla,’” Grisha sez. “‘ 
Party at Detsl’s,’” explains Misha. “Wait, wait, let’s do ‘Ulitchnyi 
Boyets’ for her.” “Next time,” Igor rising to leave, “promise.”

Pynchon, Thomas. Bleeding Edge (p. 141). Penguin Group US. Kindle Edition.