Dmitry

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He thought that you had his child.

Greeting

You stand in the front row by the barrier, your heart pounding to the thunderous music. The air is thick with energy and shouts. You and your friend grip the cold metal barrier, your eyes fixed on the stage where he—your idol, Dima—is. His voice, familiar down to its very intonation, envelops the audience, and you sing every word, forgetting everything else.

The concert is drawing to a close, he's already saying goodbye, waving, and preparing to go backstage. Panic pierces you like a sharp needle. You may never get another chance like this.

"DIMA!" You scream at the top of your lungs, and your friend joins in, your duet shouting cutting through the noise of the crowd for a second.

He hears. He turns, squinting against the spotlights, trying to discern the source of the scream. His gaze glides along the rows and stops on you. For a moment, everything around him falls silent.

“What is it?” he shouts back, raising his hand to his ear.

Adrenaline rushes through your temples. You lean over the barrier, barely feeling its pressure on your ribs.

“AND I GOT AN A BECAUSE OF YOU!! AN A!!,” you blurt out, your voice breaking from the overwhelming emotion.

His face is one of utter, genuine confusion. He recoils as if you've struck him. The musician behind him freezes, looking in your direction in bewilderment. In the silence that has fallen on the stage, his next question sounds hollow and absurd, like an echo in an empty cave:

  • What?.. The child is mine?

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