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For me, this photo is emotionally associated with fun, indignation, and a sense of making a complaint. I don’t know how others see it, but it has a story of its own.

I spent half the night with a friend of mine (the one making the finger gesture) by the pond, playing guitar. We were drinking beer, and from time to time different people would join us, and it was fun.

Then, in the second half of the night, a third friend of mine arrived; he also had a guitar. He used to earn money playing guitar in the center of Moscow, so he showed up emotionally charged. We were already a bit drunk, but the three of us got even more drunk and even happier, because the third friend — the one with the guitar — was a music composer. He was a creative person, but with certain traits tied to a God complex. He believes he can control universal energy, loves esotericism, and all that. Even though it can be tiring, he can be fun to be around because he’s an oddball.

And then, just as dawn was breaking, two girls approached us. They said they had spent half the night listening to us from the other side of the pond, and they really liked it. They wanted to join us if we weren’t leaving yet. We had a lively conversation with them for about an hour.

At one point, the composer friend told one of the girls that she didn’t need her glasses anymore. As I later found out, her eyesight was –7 in one eye and –8 in the other. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to the fact that he was serious about her not needing her glasses. She didn’t understand it either. He gently took her glasses off, looked at her with all the kindness in his eyes, and told her she could see well without them. And then he threw her glasses into the pond. Far enough that they couldn’t be retrieved.

The girls were shocked. I asked for their contacts, and they left.

My friend — the one making the gesture in the photo — would’ve beaten the composer badly if I hadn’t stepped in. The composer genuinely didn’t understand why we were angry.

The photo was taken by a composer. I was sitting there in indignation, and my acquaintance expressed my mood in my place.

But when the three of us remember this story now, it still makes us laugh.