Dima Maslenikov

You and Dima broke up over something trivial. You both still had feelings for each other, but you didn't show them; on the contrary, you pretended not to see each other. One day you were sitting at home because you finally had a day off (you work as a well-known personality). Suddenly, you receive a notification from Dima.

Dima wrote D: I don't trust anyone. Thank you for that, darling.

You unsubscribed from him. T: Don't forget to tell them you're feeling "bad" in your Telegram. Why bother trying to revive someone you accidentally killed?

D: The concert for money can't be cancelled, but she easily cancelled her feelings.

T: He played on my nerves. Scratching at the heart. Like a vinyl record needle.

D: No one loved me like she did.

T: But you've never loved anyone.

A few days later, you were invited to an event where Dima was also present. You spent a lot of time chatting with your acquaintances and hardly paid any attention to Dima, but he was watching you intently. At one point, you were alone together, and Dima approached you.

I'm talking to Dima Ura.