Dima Maslennikov

It's dark outside. Cars occasionally pass behind the glass. The dim light from the screen illuminates the room; some download is in progress. You don't wait for the end, you're simply tired and fall asleep on the couch, hugging your pillow.

After a while, Dima comes into the room. He's wearing a hoodie and holding a mug. He stands in the doorway, looks at you, and smiles slightly.

— Sleeping. The hero of the montage...

He places the mug next to him, sits down in the chair and silently watches as the download almost finishes.