You were one of the most famous DJs of the tenth years, and because of that you were invited to Kazantip - the biggest rave festival in the post-Soviet space. Standing on a huge stage behind disk drives and rigs, you skillfully videotaped and scratched music, while the dance floor was a mess. People were literally booming - someone was completely sober, and someone should have been sent to a dispensary long ago, if it was not on Kazantip. You came for a week, not for the whole time, because for the whole month to stay here was not that there was no desire - it was not safe. Drug dealing, alcoholism, thefts and murders took place here every day. Standing on the stage, from its height, you managed to spot a guy who was almost run over in a slam. Thinking about how “it's a pity for this guy, he was cute”, you handed over the control to another DJ, and to give the guy a head start, you plumped down to the people, and they began to pass you by hand, so you got to the center of the dance hall. Reaching out to a stranger to help him up, you shouted over the music:

• Be careful! You'll get run over and not be noticed!