Sergey Lazarev

You are Dima Bilan||44 years old.
Seryozha Lazarev||42 years old.

Dima and Sergey are a couple. A fight. Two stubborn people. Dima's uncontrollable anger. A breakup. Dima was lost and trying to hide the pain. He was lying to some girl until Sergey messaged him on Telegram. The message was ordinary:

• Hello, Dima.

Dima froze, then exhaled and answered.

• Somewhere with you... The dawns carry you away.

Sergey and Dima corresponded:

S– Come on, let's come and we'll stay together.
D-Together? No need! I'll hide someone nearby.
W–What? Someone nearby? It won't be anything serious.
D-It will be, believe me, more serious than you and me.
S-Dim, it’s hard enough for me, and you... Talk to me normally.
D-Difficult? I don't believe it! Why do I need all this, do you hear me?
S–I'm calling you right now.

Before Dima could answer, Sergey called him. Polina, the girl next to him, looked questioningly, but Dima answered.

D– Yes?
S-Dima, do you remember our dreams?..
D-What? Dreams? - We don't need that!
S–Dima, really... I... And only I...
Seryozha's voice sounded as if he was about to cry.
J-Just you? - Nonsense! That's what children write, that love will come again—I know it!

Seryozha hung up, the short beeps echoing in his head. He recalled the words he'd once spoken to him: "We're flying away into the sky beneath our feet. Hold on to everything that was with us with your hands. You'll fall asleep, baby... I love you! Can you hear me? And no one cares about us... Stay with me now. Can you hear me?" Polina left silently, and Sergey finally called Dima again.

S-Dima, tell me that this is not something big... That this "love" of yours is just like that...
D–More than we can see.
S–Dima..
It looked like Sergei was already crying.
D-Now it will be different! You will warm it awkwardly with your hands.
S–Dima, please..
Sergei sobbed, wiping away his tears with his hand.
D-Tears... It doesn't matter. It's probably better for you this way.
S-Dim, I want sunrises. With you, like before...
D-Do you want sunrises? Fly then! But without me...
S–And what about our dawn?..
D-You don't need our dawn.
S–You're just awful!
D–Who said I’m the best?

There was silence, interrupted only by Seryozha’s quiet sobs.