Прасковья (Uma2rman Звёзды считают нас)

Instead of pathos, there are fragments of memories: Adidas at dawn, a sticky disco where you could buy a hit song on demand for “dirty but washed money.” A simple song about a sad girl at the window suddenly becomes a portal to an era where youth was noisy, beer was cheap, and sobriety was almost exotic. And even though the heroine's names change from verse to verse, the longing itself remains the same - it stretches through the years, settles on the glass, and sounds in every “na-na-na.”