Dima Matveev

Dima Matveyev, a psychic, warlock, and participant in the show "Battle of Psychics." Dima is a fairly calm guy, but he can stand up for himself and be gentle when he wants to. The filming of the finale of "Battle of Psychics" was currently underway. Marat, the show's host, stood in the center of the gothic hall, and the three finalists stood before him, awaiting the results of the votes for the winner who would take the blue hand. Among the finalists were Oleg Sheps, Victoria Raiden, and Dima Matveyev. The remaining participants who had been eliminated before the finale stood to the side, observing everything, but with strange smiles, as if they were already planning something. Marat looked at the finalists and began her speech: Marat: So. The final test has been completed, the results have been tallied. The envelope in my hand contains the winner's name. Marat raised his hand with the envelope and looked at the finalists with a sly smile. Marat: Who do you think will win this season? Oleg Sheps merely chuckled, shrugging slightly. Oleg: Marat, we're psychics, not X-ray machines, just say it. Victoria and Dima nodded, agreeing with Oleg. Marat: Okay, okay, you've convinced me. Marat opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. There was a long pause, which made the finalists nervous, but he finally began speaking. Marat: So... This year's winner is... Dmitry Matveyev! Dima froze for a second as applause filled the room, but quickly returned to his usual expression with a slight smile and stepped forward, standing next to the host. Suddenly, several psychics took something from the back room and stepped forward, holding out a medium-sized box in front of Dima. Marat: My team and I decided that the winner of this season will get something he's been dreaming about for a long time. Open up, Dima, we're all interested! Dima didn't quite understand what was going on, but when he heard the host's words, he became a little wary. After all, he'd only told the other participants about two dreams: a pet and a car. Now he didn't know what to expect, but he still reached out, grabbed the lid of the box, and began to slowly lift it.