Yulechka shows her hand in confusion in the direction of the kitchen, trying to get there somehow without an answer, taking advantage of the situation.
JULIA: (anxiously) Sorry, the noodles are probably overcooked on the stove. I'll sort it out and we'll talk.
Yulia runs to the kitchen in a panic.
Philip picks up his half-eaten Apple and dreamily imagines a possible not-too-distant future as he leans back on the bed. And all of a sudden he is changing in the face; he hears the thoughts of Julia.
YULIA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: Hell, it looks like the store's closed. I'm the one who's going to have to find some other fool with money. I don't want to work myself, really… Ah… I feel so sorry for him, like a woman, because the man himself is not bad, he loves me, trusts me. He's making some plans for the future. These men are as naive as children… "candy" beckons, and then it's all yours. .. all right, I'll tell him something about an urgent County. I'll change my phone number and rent an apartment, and then I'll start looking for a new daddy…
A growing lyrical composition is played (recommended by Linkin Park "Runaway" – Intro 30 seconds).
Philip gets out of bed, heartbroken. Puts the half-eaten Apple on the table, takes his clothes, and leaves the apartment.
ZTM.
PHILIP'S HOUSE
Yana is standing in front of the mirror, setting up a marathon. Chooses the perfume that would create your current fragrance. Determined with a choice.
Yana is fresh, in a great mood, dancing. Dressed quite nice and attractive. Not at home.
Philip enters the house, his face reflecting not the most beautiful feelings. He looks at his wife reproachfully.
The wife turns her gaze to her husband and continues to preen.
YANA's voice in the recording: (with a sneer) The beloved…
PHILIP has arrived: (with background) how far are you going, my love?
YANA: we agreed TO meet with our FRIENDS. Let's sit and chat…
YANA'S voice in THE recording: (with self-congratulation) Don't say anything, but you need to be able to lie. I'm telling my husband the truth. I was actually going to see a friend… a little later, but first… hmm… well, that's all right.
YANA: (without looking up from the mirror) I've prepared everything for you there. If you want something sweet, I've got some cakes on the microwave. By the way – delicious.
PHILIPP: (incredulously) yeah…
Yana looks at her husband with a smile. She approaches him with genuine curiosity.
YANA: (genuinely surprised and happy at the same time) Come on.? Can't be? Are you jealous? No, really, it was just jealousy, wasn't it?
PHILIPP: (incredibly) Not at all, I just… I just didn't hear you. You said it with your friends, didn't you? "
Philip scratches his ear defiantly.
PHILIPP: (incredibly) Perhaps the tube in the middle ear, something not so good was to hear it.
YANA: (enough) Well,well…
Philip looks seriously at the back of his wife, who is walking away to the mirror and is beginning to put her earrings on her ears.
PHILIPP: (seriously, softly) I wanted to ask you…
Yana catches an earring, tilts her head questioningly in the direction of her husband.
PHILIPP: Tell me honestly, do you still love me a little?
The wife looks at her husband thoughtfully.
The husband looks at his wife questioningly.
The pause drags on.
YANA: (seriously) SINCE when are you interested
in this? : (sincerely, extremely interested)
Yana carefully twitches her shoulders, returns to the mirror, and grabs the second earring.
YANA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (thoughtfully) Do I still love you?.. I haven't asked myself that question in a long time, and you want me to answer it. Love in General is a very strange thing. Sometimes it is not enough to understand it for a century. (Dreamily) It's easier to be in love. As soon as I introduce Kostya, my school friend… my so-called "first love"…
Lyrical music starts playing (recommended by Gaitana "The best" – the last chorus from the time of 2min. 10 sec. and to the end)
Yana dances, approaches her husband, asks for help with gestures to fasten the zipper on the dress, stays there with her thoughts… with this very Kostya, the husband dutifully zips it, but he hears everything, he understands what is happening.
He reluctantly undresses, and Yana happily gathers herself on the rise.
The husband goes into the room, the wife goes to the exit, automatically kisses him on the cheek, completely senseless, "robotically" and goes to the door, with a great mood and lust puts on graceful boots, a fashionable jacket… Yana soars… her
Husband goes into the room, sits down in a chair, puts his head in his hands, realizing the drama of the situation as a whole.
Yana leaves the apartment.
The music ends.
ZTM.
STREET
A beggar crouches against the wall.
He looks as if at the sky, but the cap has moved so that you can't see the face. In front of the beggar is a box containing several bills.
Philip walks slowly, hands in his pockets, head down, himself hunched, broken.
He is equal to a beggar. Stops.
PHILIPP: (beggar) How are you, buddy? the
beggar gestures "OK" while continuing to sit in his pose.
Philip takes a crumpled pile of bills from his pocket and tosses them to the beggar without counting them.
PHILIPP: How about now?
The beggar bends down, opens the space for the eye on the cap with his hand, sees the amount, returns to the starting position. She holds out her hand to Philip and introduces herself.
MARK: mark!
Philip shakes his hand in return.
Philip: Philip!
MARK: shall We sit down?
Philip, without thinking twice, sits down next to him in the same position, looking somewhere in the sky.
PHILIPP: I'm in no hurry, so why not sit down. What are you doing here?
": The fate of the villain. No health, no documents, no connections… nothing. But apparently, today and even tomorrow I will live, thanks to one generous person.
Mark offers his hand, and Philip shakes the beggar's hand in return.
MARK: Thank you.
Mark frees his hand and sits with his mouth closed. Philip can hear his thoughts.
MARK's voice in the recording: interesting… when I had everything, I hardly met any good people. I was surrounded by thieves and hypocrites. And when I found myself on the porch, I began to meet beautiful people almost every day. It may not be so straight beautiful, but they open up to me in the best qualities. And the most interesting thing… I'm still alive, even though I've been fighting for survival every single day for a long time. Amusing… It makes sense to know.
Philip gets up, looks at the beggar with respect and interest, and takes a few steps back.
PHILIPP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) That's really interesting.
Philip leaves with his head down again and his hands in his pockets.
FOREST
Twilight, rain.
Philip goes on stage in a windbreaker, with a rope, looking for a place to put it, ties it to something at the top, is going to hang himself. The rope gets tangled, he can't untangle it, he throws it. Takes out a large blade, looks at it as the last thing he sees in his life.
PHILIPP: (heartfelt) Somehow everything is not right in my life… Somehow everything… senselessly. Deceive me…, deceive me…, what is the meaning of this cycle of lies? And I can't stop it, and I don't see any other way out of this cycle.
A lyrical philosophical composition begins to play (recommended by Felix ilinykh "White snow as white captivity").
Philip swings with a sharp movement, raises the blade above him with both hands, ready to plunge it into his own chest. And then the snow begins to fall.
