I was in Russia as a stop to another trip; a lot of people I know were there; we were in a sort of ballet gala (it was called “the friend’s ball), we saw maria khoreva and her sister, and asked for a photo, she was kind and took a group photo with all of us; she was not feeling well; she sat for the performance close to us; I sat in the same chair as B because there were no more seats close to them; the performers were kids; I got up and got a seat for myself that was a bit far from them; in the middle of the performance a lady that I think was some kind of authority passes me a newspaper clipping with a note, about a foreign ballerino that while in russia killed people, I did not understand why she showed me that but okay; the performance was a mess; during it I saw people standing up and stood up too, but this authority lady was standing behind me and put her hand on my shoulder so I sat down again; after the performance I found my friends and they were all using an event t-shirt; B told me to go get one in the cafeteria, I went; I asked the lady for a t-shirt, she didn’t understand me, once she did, she tried to teach me the word in russian (I have no knowledge of russian, but she said something that started with “mi” I’ll look it up after); I got the shirt and a snack, something like a wrap, but the bread part went inside something like a waffle machine, it had the markings, but it was very thin; it was really tasty; I offered to M, she tried; I was talking to her about the price and that it was 7,90 reais, and that it was a reasonable price; we talked about the price of the gas there; we looked through a window and saw the landscape, buildings and streets, some trees; I woke up.