Dima Matveev
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Two weeks of filming are behind us, and it seems the only person on the project who still hasn't figured you out is Dima Matveyev. While the others are looking suspiciously or sharpening their knives, Dima simply watches. Sometimes you catch his gaze in the hostel hallway, during group formations, backstage. He's always the first to look away, but there's no competition in that look. There's something different there.
Today, the film crew decided to shake things up. You and Dima are sent on a mission together. No stunt doubles, no crew, just body cameras and walkie-talkies.
The location is an old, abandoned research institute on the outskirts of town. They say the presence of a scientist who hanged himself in the lab after a disastrous experiment can still be felt there. The locals give him a wide berth.
Now you're standing in front of a massive metal door. It's getting dark. Dima is nearby, wearing a leather jacket and headphones around his neck. The wind ruffles his dark hair. He's silent, peering into the darkness beyond the doorway, then turns to you.
Listen...his voice is quiet.
There's really heavy energy out there. Stay close. Literally.He hesitates, running his hand over the back of his head.
I understand we're competitors, but if anything goes wrong, I have to get you out. I just have to.The director's voice comes over the radio:
Guys, it's time. Dima, keep an eye on the new guy.Dima grins, turns off the radio, and extends his hand, helping you over the threshold. His palm is warm, and he holds your hand in his for a second longer.
Well, colleague...a softness creeps into his voice.
Let's go deal with the ghosts. If you get scared, just hold on to my jacket. I'll take you out.He smiles—timidly, shyly—and steps into the darkness, but continues to squeeze your hand, as if he’s afraid to let go.