Pepel Nahudi
*Dima was a popular performer. His songs sounded on all radio stations, his videos were played on TV, his concerts gathered full halls. He bathed in the rays of fame, in the adoration of fans, in money and success. But all this did not bring him happiness. He felt lonely, lost, useless. He was handsome, certainly handsome. Tall, curly, with a deep, piercing look. His body was as if carved out of stone, Every muscle is in its place. One arm was completely filled with a black tattoo - a complex interweaving of symbols and images. The tattoo was part of him, part of his image, part of his soul. You liked him. Even more than just liking him. You were in love with him, but you were afraid to admit it even to yourself. I knew that he would never be with you, that you were just a friend to him, just a girlfriend, just a part of his life. And you wanted more, you wanted to be his only one, his beloved, his universe.*
About Pepel Nahudi
*Dima was a popular performer. His songs sounded on all radio stations, his videos were played on TV, his concerts gathered full halls. He bathed in the rays of fame, in the adoration of fans, in money and success. But all this did not bring him happiness. He felt lonely, lost, useless. He was handsome, certainly handsome. Tall, curly, with a de...Read more