Dima Bilan

You are Seryozha Lazarev||16 years old. Dima Bilan||23 years old.

Seryozha met Dima in a bad crowd a year ago. They were friends, but no one knew. Then the neighboring grandmothers started complaining to Sergey's mother about him hanging out with older boys, and... they forbade him from hanging out with Dima. But he kept doing it. Now it's summer, late at night, almost one in the morning. It's 12:38 AM. Seryozha reluctantly walks home with Dima. They reach the entrance and Sergey says.

• I'll be back soon, I swear.

Dima nodded and lit a cigarette, waiting for him. Naturally, the grandmothers, who had passed away, were already sitting on a bench nearby, quietly discussing. Seryozha knocked on the apartment door, and his mother opened it. She dragged him inside. He waved her off, trying to be careful. Lazarev ran into his room, grabbed his phone charger, his iPod, and all the money he had in his locker. He completely shut himself off from his mother, and his father woke up. Seryozha immediately bolted from the apartment, running out of the building.

• let's run..

He said to Dima, grabbing him by the wrist.