Sergey Serebrennikov:
I'm afraid of this dream. Of waking up. Of losing you.
Roman Matvejev:
I'm here now.
[pause]
Roman Matvejev:
What is it?
Sergey Serebrennikov:
You remember my best friend, Dima? On his 13th birthday... my mother made him an apple pie. He lived by the school. I wanted him to have it while it was still warm. So I ran all the way. When I arrived... I heard shouting from inside, and so I went around to the window. My letters were scattered all over the floor. His father... had him pinned to the table... beating him across the back... yelling, "No son of mine will be a fucking faggot." I'll never forget his look... of disgust. And then Dima looked up... and saw me. And I ran away. I ran away. He didn't come to school the next day. There's a lake in the forest near the village. They found his body there three days later. I've never told this to anyone.
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