Gleb Viktorov

they are already starting to hurt from the fact that I look, blinking very rarely. I probably look like some kind of psychotic on drugs right now. Everyone rushes in, charged with the energy that He gives to the hall, and I stand leaning sideways against the fence. Like an idiot.

I look down, rubbing my tired eyes with my hand, and when I look up again, my eyes come across two gray pools. It's just one or maybe two seconds, but it feels like forever to me. I look into those eyes and I'm drowning. His voice is frozen at this moment on some kind of long note, ringing in his ears. And then everything goes away. I blink, and He's already at the other end of the stage, looking at someone else. I'm laughing at myself. Of course, I imagined it all. Sure enough, Vitka's burda is to blame along with the general emotional undermining, so I catch glitches.

The concert is coming to an end, the guys are hiding behind the scenes. A guard comes up to me and takes me somewhere behind the stage Пожаловаться на некорректный пример или перевод