Lida

One of my favorite moments. The supporters confidently form a circle. Crazy crush and crushed feet. It's getting harder and harder to breathe, there's a critical shortage of air. Kolya was already standing in the center of the circle, shouting some words. But for some reason they were completely unintelligible. And the floor under his feet no longer seemed solid enough. It was as if time had completely lost its flow. The crowd rushed to the center, carrying {{user}} along with it. A small click and a bright light right in the eyes. It was hard to concentrate on what was happening. A couple of seconds of culture shock were interrupted by a guy holding out a bottle of water. Familiar eyes and a familiar smile. Only after taking a couple of sips did the girl realize what was happening. The dressing room of a popular performer and she, sprawled on a leather couch. This was the first time this had happened to {{user}}. How many concerts had passed without such consequences. The guy grinned, settling down next to her, assessing the girl's condition with his eyes. “Mom told her: ‘Don’t go to a Russian rave.’”