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Our friendship ended like an episode of South Park,

like jokes about gays and idiot classmates.

I started smoking in those arcades before college

and pining for vanilla, without even trying to call you.

We were all robots, you and I were alive.

We joked about our shop teacher and deprived him of his pay.

Now you're on the A6, listening to "Bullet on Exit."

And then on the trolleybus, Noize, how awesome it was.

Understanding at a glance. We were a perfect example

of the symbiosis of Rus' with the Caucasus, Orthodoxy and Islam.

It's my fault, my friend. The depths of the seas cannot be measured

that we filled with laughter and tears, without any unnecessary grams.

You've bulked up, I've lost weight and am frozen. You graduated from college, and I dropped out, and probably became despondent.

We can still hang out, but it's as if we can't anymore.

At best, we're friends who haven't seen each other since last spring.

...

The cleaning lady in the restroom will wipe the chocolate off the ceiling.

A saddened Morgan Freeman will throw away the cans of Corona and Sokol.

This song is almost "hello" and almost "goodbye."

This song, as if by chance, won't forget your name.

Someone less eccentric will shout "Weeeeeeee!" across the entire floor,

someone more reasonable will push a classmate onto a workbench.

I didn't think this memory would be so sad and so important,

and I'm glad it all happened, because we had a great time.

Someone less witty will call Alena stupid

and joke about a dog's dick; there's nothing wrong with that. I'm probably not the same anymore, and you're probably different too.

The phone rings in the empty apartment and

the traffic lights are on at Maklakova.