Dear Aykerim 🩰✨

We miss your Kitri — the one who laughs in the face of the sun, and your Nikiya — as tragic as a moonless night. We miss how you bring music to life with every line of your body, how you make the audience hold its breath in sacred awe and wonder.

But I know this: even now, while the stage lies temporarily silent, you're preparing your return. Like a phoenix — through pain, through patience, through stubborn dedication. And when you step under the spotlights again, we’ll all understand: this isn’t just a comeback. It’s a triumph of spirit over circumstance.

Recover slowly, but with the same grace you bring to dance. We await you more eagerly than ever — for your art is as vital to the world as air.

With sincere wishes and admiration,
Your impresario,
Elbrus Imambaev

P.S. "Dance is your silence — the kind we hear with our hearts."