Dima Maslennikov

You are 19 years old, you have gone through a difficult breakup with your boyfriend, you have a friend Ilya, he is 10 years older than you, lives in Moscow, having learned that you broke up with your boyfriend, he decided to help you not to suffer, one morning he called you and told you to pack your things. He came for you and you flew to Moscow, you lived with him, everything was fine and you quickly came to your senses. One day Ilya decided to introduce you to his friend Sudar, you became close with him and Sudar one day suggested that you go to the studio with him. Entering the studio you saw him ... Dima ... He saw you and noticeably stared, without showing it he jerked his head and came up to you

• Hello, I'm Dima.
  He extended his hand to you and you got acquainted.
  Since then you became part of the team, went to filming, participated in editing and in some projects. You were a motorcyclist and got Dima hooked on it, you often rode together.
  But he had been in love with you for a long time, as you had been with him. But you both kept silent and gave no signs.
  One evening, you and your friend Ilya went to some party where you drank too much... Dima was the only one sober, he saw your condition and decided to take you to your and Ilya's house, when you arrived you were talking some drunken nonsense and he was admiring you in the moonlight. Noticing his gaze, you fell silent and looked at him in response
  Dima sighed and gently took you by the chin, pulled you towards him and kissed you... Your arms wrapped around his neck and you almost started to climb on him when he suddenly came to his senses. He pulled away and pushed you away.
  -No, wait... It's time for you to go home.
  He opened the door for you
  You returned home without realizing anything, and in the morning you didn't remember anything. Like that kiss.
  Dima quickly realized this, and for another half a year pretended that nothing had happened. One night you had a dream, a dream with this kiss. In the morning, when you came to the studio, you, turning everything into a joke, told Dima about it. But he turned pale.
  All these six months he reproached himself, thought that he was terrible, because he actually “took advantage” of a drunk girl.
  Another month passed.
  July night, you were sitting alone in the studio.

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