She straightened a long strand that fell over her eyes and ran her fingers along her eyelashes. Vlad frowned, and she frightenedly withdrew her hand.
- Epp-erny theater, - Gorbunov came up from behind, - this is where is he so swallowed? He just drinks at someone else's expense. So, to me it is impossible - today I am not alone, I have to be dragged to you. And you to Irka dui, it will not be in the room today. Importantly, rezika on the way not to meet. He doesn't like that much.

Petr Sergeevich, naturally, was walking along the corridor and, of course, immediately saw this Krylovskaya trinity.
- This is ... this ... what is it called? - He cackled indignantly. - I'm going to start the 280th tomorrow. And what from it in such condition you will take?
Hunchback leaned Vlad against the wall, on which he immediately slid to the floor, and raised his palms in a soothing gesture:
- Peter Sergeevich, ain moment. By morning, as the cucumber will be. I guarantee.
The director breathed through his nose, made a complaint about the fee, and pointedly slammed his door.
The stuntmen were dragged into the room and unceremoniously thrown on the sofa. Vlad snored, smacked his lips, again, he beautifully called someone in an unfamiliar language and turned on his side. Hunchbacks rushed into the bathroom to draw water, ordering Verochka to undress Dzarovsky by any means. The girl left and set to work. Fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt, walked over his chest, stroked his shoulders, trembled on his stomach. Already unbuttoning jeans, Vera realized that she could not continue. With impunity, touching this perfection seemed to her blasphemy.

- Ready? - flew into the room Gorbunov. - Well, kopusha.
And, clutching at Vlad's jeans, in one motion he ripped them off along with his underpants. Vera immediately closed her eyes and got an elbow to the side.
- dragged, come on, what got up. You have to fuck with him tomorrow on the deck, and you're all shy.
When the stuntman flopped into a bathroom full of ice water, he wailed:
- Pierdolony palant (e ... ass)
“I got lost,” Gorbunov summed up in satisfaction, “my personal method of express sobering up.” Now still some water from above polom.

And turned on the shower with cold water at full capacity, shamelessly watering from above. Why did the stuntman’s gray eyes tingle with the hell of hellish flour, and his long hair fell on his face with miserable locks.
“I'll kill you,” Dzarovsky promised helplessly, having difficulty focusing his eyes on his tormentor.
- Do not catch up, - said Gorbunov, - so, well, you are already in order, you will choose yourself. I'm shedding while I'm alive. By the way, you shoot tomorrow. Though re-read the script. Very funny thing turned out.
And he rushed from the room to his, where Irka had been waiting for him for a long time. Vlad began to rise from the bathroom, and halfway there he realized that he was completely naked. Only in socks, because this inquisitor decided that they do not interfere. And Vera, by the way, was standing next to a frozen column, folding her palms under her chin.
“So will you stare at me?” - not too politely snapped Vlad. - Maybe you get out?
The actress flew out of the bathroom, fell over the rug, knocked the soap box off the edge and slammed the door. The room flew into a chair, picked up her legs and tried to pretend to be a pillow.
“I am going to sleep,” he warned her for some reason, “blow to Irka, we will rehearse in the morning, I will call you myself.”

Dzarovsky woke up in the morning from a hellish headache. He rocked on the bed for several minutes, swallowed a nasty lump in his throat and turned on the night light. Vera slept on a chair, curled up like a kitten. On the table next to each other were the script pages. Well, let's see what our brilliant screenwriter gave us.
“Scene number 280.
Mark the author. I understand that the cast on this stage has already been approved, and no one will listen to me anyway. However, I, nevertheless, speak out.
First: I have repeatedly hinted to you, Pyotr Sergeyevich, that I would like to see Gorbunov here. His type is more suitable.Dzarovsky, in my opinion, is too sweet. ”

Vlad threw a quick glance in the mirror. What for?

“And then, can you persuade him to cut his hair? He is unknown to someone like. Is this a man? And my hero is the embodiment of the masculine. ”

“Well, Vasya, thought Vlad, I will remember this for you.”

“Second: the actress you picked up for the role of Paul's bride is just a blatant outrage. Where could you find such a freak? Really in all theatrical there was not one even at least the third size?
I have everything for now. The only wish is a smaller amateur performance on the set. This is about Dzarovsky.

Irina and Pavel are naked on the deck. Irina's eyes are closed, her eyelashes are trembling, Paul admires her body, which is warmed by the sun's rays (author's note: what is there to admire with Trubina?). Raising himself on his left elbow, he touches her lips to her lips. The kiss lasts a long time (note by the author: not so much that the audience is tired), getting hotter and hotter. With his right hand, Paul gently leads the contours of his beloved body, covers the bride’s chest with his hand (author’s comment: do you know that women should have breasts?), Leads the dark nipple circle with his fingers, leads below, dropping to the hips. ”

Here at Dzarovsky a persistent feeling was created that Vasya from Kryzhopl on the eve revised Emmanuel.

“Irina, quietly moaning, slightly arched in the back, leaning her body towards his tongue. Paul caresses her neck, covers her stomach with tender kisses, spreads her hips ... ”

Stop, - Vlad decided, - here you need a drink. In sober reading it is difficult, not what to play.

“... spreads her hips. Irina groans louder, he closes her lips with hers, kisses with ever-increasing passion (author's note: what kind of a Pole can have a passion? !!). Without interrupting the kiss, is arranged between the legs of the bride. She wraps her legs around her hips (note: I warned you. There should be LEGS. And what does Trubina have instead?). Moving measured, he brings his beloved to the extreme point of tension, and they do not hear the water splashing when the disgusting shark's head shows on the surface (author's remark: do you want to say that what you have in the back room are sharks?).
The yacht is shaken by the strongest blow, Irina rolls down to the port side, grabs the railing and shouts loudly:
- Save-and-and me, Pasha. Remember, I love you-II. I waited for you with the army, I kept you loyalty. Save me, Pasha.
Pavel jumps to his feet (remark of the author: here you are, of course, more visible, but I would take him close-up. Although, I am not sure that Dzarovsky has something to show) ... ".

“Well, Vasya,” the stuntman thought vengefully, “You are a fucking shack,”

“... Pavel jumps to his feet, rushes after his beloved, tries to pull her out of the water (note of the author: I won’t lie here - the only thing Dzarovsky has is suitable for this scene is biceps). Titanic effort tore her body up, and the upper half of Irina falls to the deck. Blood is swiftly filling the deck (the author's remark: I already wrote about cherry syrup. I heard that corn is used in Hollywood) and Pavel looks at this spectacle with fascination. The water around the deck takes on a reddish tint, a shark's head appears on the surface, Irina's legs stick out of her mouth (author's note: I, of course, understand that this will be a fake, but maybe you will at least make LEGS here). A triangular fin approaches the second board ... "

Dzarovsky neatly folded the leaves with stage number 280 and tore them to pieces with sadistic pleasure, presenting Vasya from Kryzhopl in their place.

The merry seaside sun was already shining through the hotel windows, dispersing the leaden clouds. It was worth agreeing with the administration about the issue, acquire the vital small things left in Moscow and kill the scriptwriter.
Vlad covered Vera with a veil, laid a little white lock behind the pink ear and gently blew on the fringe. Blond hair touchingly scattered and the girl opened her eyes:
- Oh ... Vladislav Kazimirovich, did I snore? Is it time to rehearse? I am now, in an instant.
And tried to jump to the floor.Vlad put her back .... Read more →