I refreshed the page. The video was gone. The ok.ru profile now showed "User deleted." I checked my browser history—nothing. As if I had dreamed it.

The video ended.

One humid night, unable to sleep, I found myself clicking through a labyrinth of old links. That’s how I stumbled upon a public page on ok.ru, the Russian social network my aunt used to share Soviet film clips. The page had no profile picture, no posts, just a single video file in black and white: Silent Summer, 2013 . No views. No comments.

I clicked.

I turned up my laptop’s volume. Nothing. No crickets, no footsteps, no breathing. Just the hum of my own refrigerator three rooms away.