He knew this was the end of it. He realised in his heart, but he didn't want to believe in reality. Ivan smiled naively, bringing his lips to the indifferent microphone, looking at the audience hidden by the lights.

No matter how hard he concentrated on what was happening, all his thoughts and his entire being were occupied by a man who was too far away, yet close at the same time. He never looked at Ivan, except when Ivan personally provoked him.

Dark circles under his eyes and endless fatigue. Only a shell remained of the 'old' Till.

The dark eyes looked at him again, waiting.

Come on, look at me thought Ivan.

Raindrops hit him mercilessly, dripping down in silvery swords. He clutched the microphone only tighter, putting everything of himself into his last performance, everything he had ever felt for Till.

"You can break me apart. Notice my pain" words that echoed across the stage while behind his back the score was rapidly changing. Ivan looked at the man who was everything to him with the corner of his eye

Pay attention to me, just for now he thought to himself.