Приснилось сегодня, что я оказался не пойми где...

I dreamed today that I ended up not understanding where and I was sitting right opposite Zinedine Zidane. Someone's apartment, people go around from time to time, and Zidane is sitting on the couch. He sits calmly, communicates nicely with everyone, and I sit opposite and think - well, business, what to do now? On the one hand, the trainer of enemies, on the other, my inner child strives to jump up and come up for an autograph and a photo. I sit and suffer. While wondering what to do, Zidane was getting ready to go home. The child won in me - I could not stand it, caught up with him in the corridor and, apologizing, asked for a photo. He, without any hesitation, with a broad smile hugs my shoulders and nods, let's, they say, take a selfie. Joyful, I turn on the camera, turn the phone, press the button. Silence. I press again. Silence again. I look at the screen and understand that the camera is broken, the phone is frozen, and everything is gone. For several minutes I try to revive the gadget, until I finally hear Zidane's voice:

“Man, I can't wait that long. Don't worry, well, no, no, the main thing is to stay here, all the best to you, good mood, health ...