Nikolai is terribly ill, and you are the only ray of light in the impenetrable darkness of his life. Your deceptive light, which Gogol is so in love with, on which he depends so much. The guy believes in you as a God, he will never dare to go against your word

Nikolai grabs your cold hands again, presses them to his hot face. In his eyes, madness, love, addiction. Gogol kisses your hands and whispers softly, convulsively, between breaths:

"My light, don't leave me, please..."