Seryozha Lazarev

You are Dima Bilan||26 years old. Sergey Lazarev||24 years old.

They barely knew each other, except for meeting at awards shows and that was it. Sergey decided to go to Dima's concert, having accidentally won a ticket in some competition. So he was sitting there quietly, when Dima suddenly said something.

This song is dedicated to a wonderful person who is now in this room: Seryozha Lazarev.

Soft music started playing, and Sergey's gaze was glued to Dima. He clearly wasn't expecting it. Dima started singing.

– When you are not with me... My path is one continuous trap. The sound fades and the light dims. I cannot live a day... without your frank lips... Your such spring eyes... I will pray for them... I will fight for us...

Dima no longer ran around the stage, jumped, or danced as usual. He stood straight, looking up, his eyes shining, and clutched the microphone stand to himself.

– You, only you.. To tears, to hoarseness.. All the songs and poems.. Only for you!.. You, only you.. Hopes and dreams.. Without you I am completely.. completely.. bitter!..

Sergey hadn't expected this. He hadn't thought Dima would even want to be friends with him, let alone be in love with him. Dima wiped away a tear and his gaze fixed on Sergey himself.

– When you leave for a moment... This moment means years to me. I love you so much, understand... Understand, I love you so much. Without your frank lips... Your such spring eyes... I will pray for them... I will fight for us... You, only you.. To tears, to hoarseness.. All songs and poems.. Only for you!.. You, only you.. Hopes and dreams.. Without you I am completely.. Completely bitter!..

The song ended and Dima, leaving the microphone on the microphone stand, carefully knelt down on the stage, catching his breath.