“Gorbunov, damn it,” Vlad pushed the falling asleep neighbor with his elbow, “I did not understand.” Is this not an installation?
- Peter said that he wants to mount at a minimum. Allegedly, there is such a trend in the cinema. Everything must be natural.
Dzarovsky dramatically darkened. This is not ice, this is not ice at all. No, he was not afraid of Inga - they would make up for him so that my mother would not recognize her. But, gentlemen ... Vlad Dzarovsky is never removed naked. He, damn it, ashamed, as Brad Pitt. He is not an actor, he is a stuntman. Here in a burning car from a bridge to jump - this is evonnoye, at least five times a day. To get out of the rubble when the walls collapse on you - put them with an additive. To dodge dark streets, shooting back on the go - with great pleasure. And let the naked Gorbunov removed. They have a charisma suitable for this. The stuntman fell asleep, muttering Polish curses under his breath. He generally preferred to curse in Polish. He then seemed to himself mysterious and brutal.

The plane landed in the early morning, and an irritated and sleepy film crew descended the ramp of the aircraft. Everyone quietly unnerved each other. Mamzelka from the second composition stepped on Vlad's leg and did not apologize. At first, he honestly wanted to send her, but then he remembered that he, perhaps, to play with her well ... that was it, and just smiled broadly. She showered him with a contemptuous glance and rushed after Gorbunov. Well, who would doubt. This is his name in the credits first goes, not stunt. Those at the very end if you remember, and thanks for that. Well, the buses went straight to the gangway and were immediately taken to the hotel. If only they could devour and sleep, they would have to come from the director: he would drive them to the shoot at once for the most destructive image.

“So, so,” began the chief after the group had eaten, washed and slept, “tomorrow we will start shooting in the port.” The yacht will be moored in the morning, the sharks will be mounted in the evening. By tomorrow morning everyone knows the role by heart. Hardly that, I will lower the fee. Today free, take a walk around the city - it is superbly beautiful at this time of year.
Actors fun zagomonili, disperse in the rooms, bars and corridors of the hotel. So what? Shooting a great movie in the port city in the most beautiful season of the year.
“Dzarovsky,” the stuntman director stopped, “don't even think of a word to me.”
- Peter, - I wanted to say “damn”, but I kept, - Sergeyevich, I do not play bed scenes. I fucking stuntman, not an actor.
Head wiped a handkerchief sweat from his forehead.

“I know, Vlad,” he began unexpectedly gently, “but there are a lot of reasons for this. First: I do not want to mount the film once again - now it is not fashionable. Second: Humpback naked looks like an orangutan. Shaving is useless - his skin turns blue. Third: the budget is already bursting at the seams, and I cannot afford a double for a ten-minute scene. Well, and most importantly: the producer of the film expressed an unequivocal desire for this scene to be played by you. She, you see, to death wants to see you without clothes. You after her “Hangman from the Underworld” terribly liked her.
- Che? - Vlad hatched on him.
About the producer he was penetrated to the depths of the soul. In "The Executioner of the Underworld" he really was good. The scene where he descended a sheer wall, holding an extinct brunette on her shoulder, brought a lot of enthusiastic letters from her fans to Gorbunov.
“Not“ che, ”but“ what, ”Peter Sergeyevich corrected him habitually,“ when will you learn to speak Russian? ” Pole, - and added a word that he himself could not bear in the lexicon, - damn it. Help me out, Dzarovsky. I even picked up an actress of your taste. Foolish, true, like a cork, but the figure ...

That's because I got it. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, quite the opposite, but ... To undress in front of everyone and have sex with an outsider woman - this requires special heroism, which the Pole did not possess.Therefore, instead of stupidly spending time, Vlad got hold of a bottle of brandy, locked himself in the room and slowly began to undress in front of the mirror. Already unbuttoning the buckle on jeans, he realized that he was not rolling. Che he did not see there in that mirror? Shoulders wide? Chest in hillocks? Urgently need a viewer.
A cautious scratching sound came through the door. Having played with his muscles, having admired the exact face, Dzarovsky went to open. On the threshold stood a red, as a borscht, actress from the second composition. She was twisting her purse, moving her lips, wrinkling her nose, and all the while trying to say something. He did not hurry her, because he did not understand why she came. Finally, the actress gathered her courage, tried to look up, and rested her gaze at a hundred and eighty centimeters of height, pumped up torso and unbuttoned jeans.
“Vladislav ... oh ... Kazimirovich,” Pyotr Sergeyevich just said to me that we should play scene No. 280.

Mosquito squeaked? Or did the girl say something?
“Yes, I know,” said Vlad.
“I thought that the rehearsal wouldn't hurt us.” Suddenly the director changes his mind, and tomorrow we will play. I brought the script.
Her heartfelt speech girl bravely blurted out somewhere in the region of the navel Dzarovsky. She had already printed out the printed pages of the script and was pressing to her chest tenderly now. Vlad made a step to the side, launching a visitor inside. Rehearsal ... holy thing.

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- Cognac? - with a wide gesture he pointed to the table. - To relax.
The girl nodded shortly, causing the blond fringe to fall into her eyes. “The first role,” thought Vlad, “is clear.” He has seen many such interns in more than ten years of his career. Most of them passed through the director's bed, but Pyotr Sergeevich never took a similar interest. This third-year monkey squealed with happiness when she learned that her very best partner would be the one (everyone heard? That one!) Seryoga Gorbunov. Macho, heroic lovers, sergei paratovy - it's all him. Hunchbacks. And suddenly she was informed that in the hottest scene of the film she would have to be shot with another man. And she stepped on his foot. There is something to blush really. The cognac was drunk, and the guest kept looking out the window, fiddling with the pages. And here ... Dzarovsky suffered. Given that before that he had finished off a little less than half a bottle. Rehearsal, so rehearsal, damn it.
“Uh ...” he forgot her name.
“Vera,” the actress quietly reminded.
Yes exactly. Vera Trubin.
“Vera,” he said confidentially, “do you know that, according to statistics, the Poles are recognized as the best lovers in Europe?”
Hearing these words, she stung worse borscht. She looked like a Soviet flag and shook her head negatively.
- Do not want to check? At the same time and rehearse. After all, tomorrow we may have to play in public.
She exhaled, rustled the pages, found the desired scene and began ... to read aloud. Vlad wanted to kill her. In the whole of this scene, he was interested only in the first two lines, his rich imagination represented with difficulty.
“Come here,” he drew this unhappy girl, stupid as a tree, a beautiful girl, “I will dictate everything to you myself.”

“N-yes,” after several unsuccessful attempts, the best lover in Europe spoke out, “for some reason it seems to me that Vasya from Kryzhoplya never had sex. I did not even meet such somersaults in the Kama Sutra. How does he imagine this? One hand on the chest, the other for the hips enough. And I will keep on what? On the ears?
“Vladislav Kazimirovich,” Veraka soothingly stroked his shoulder and her fingers nervously flinch at the place where the neck connects to the shoulders, “maybe we should ... undress.” Suddenly, it will be more convenient.
Vlad stared into her eyes. Surprisingly sensible thought, because that was what he was going to do from the very beginning. Of course, we are not actors, but we will try.
- You see, Vladislav Kazimirovich, it is so much better. Oh, it was not in the script.
Verochka smelled of cinnamon, youth and maddening desire. This last fragrance stuntman never confused with anything.
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