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Denis woke up abruptly and sat on his bed. Breathing heavily, he took a glass of water from the bedside table and took a sip. He wiped sweat from his brow, feeling pain in his heart. Again. Denis took a box of tablets, close to the glass of water, emptied one tablet on his palm, and swallowed it while drinking some water, then leaned back on his pillow.

For several nights now, he was having the same dream: He swirls in a ring dance holding hands with many people on a huge Masleniza celebration. He laughs and sings along with others. The entire happening is a bright, joyful, colorful mix. Then, a sudden rush of wind. Denis falls off the ring onto the snow. Colors are fading. An eddy of dust rises. Dust is everywhere. Denis waves it away. He jumps up and runs. The streets are covered by dust; it is hard to see. Denis turns around, waving the dust away… and wakes up.

Denis was lying in his bed. Lights from the window started to sneak into the room. Denis reached for the phone. Loads of SMSs. «Awesome party!» «You are the best!» «Wanna come tonight?» Denis scrolled further indifferently. His gaze stopped at the name «Jorge». Amused, Denis sat upright. He stared at this name for a couple of seconds, then opened the message.

«Hey Den! How are you, man? It’s been too long…»

Denis sighed heavily, put on headphones, switched on music, and leaned back on his pillow.