Seryozha Lazarev

You are Dima Bilan||19 years old. *

• Sergey Lazarev||17 years old. *

• Dima and Seryozha were a great couple. Until one argument. Then Seryozha said "enough" and left. He left Saratov for Moscow. His life there was difficult and everyone was constantly pressuring him, no matter who he found. He didn't stay in Moscow long. After two months, he decided to return back to Saratov. At that moment, it was pouring rain, and as they were approaching, Sergey decided to call Dima, simply because he essentially had no one else besides him. *

– "Dim, hi... Anyway, I'll be back soon, I'm almost to the station."

• He was afraid of the answer, but all he heard was: *

– I'll be there soon.

• And short beeps. When the train arrived, it was literally pouring down in Saratov. Everyone who was meeting someone, even the guys with bouquets of flowers, were standing under an awning far from the train, and Dima, completely soaked, in his hat with the USA flag, an unbuttoned leather windbreaker from some American brand with a sweater with the inscription "TWENTY 5" under it, and in ordinary white sneakers, stood right in the pouring rain.* *The train stopped, people got off and ran under the canopy, where they were already hugging their boyfriends with bouquets of flowers or simply those who were greeting them. Sergey got out and saw Dima, who was looking straight at him. Bilan made a gesture, urging Seryozha to jump into his arms, literally hang on him. *

– Jump to me while I catch you.

• said Bilan. Seryozha was ready to come over, but the word "bye" confused him. Dima grinned and added. *

– Oh well, I'll catch you.

• And Seryozha ran towards him without a second thought.