- Do not worry. The fact that Vasya made me and without rehearsal I can. Get on the bed, get some sleep.
Verachka offended sniffled after the cascade. Easy to say - do not worry. Even easier - get some sleep. And maybe she wanted to worry. She might want to rehearse. Longer to every movement that says "from the teeth" and "on the machine." And he took and left. It's a shame, damn it.

And Dzarovsky, meanwhile, was already banging on the director's door, increasing the tempo, the sound and the amplitude of the blows.
- What is it? - without any “signing up,” he said, stretching paper snatches into his sleepy hands to Peter Sergeyevich.
- Garbage, - the director wisely reasoned, - and what?
- This is your silly scene number 280. What are you shooting - a horror movie, or porn?
The chief sighed heavily and launched Vlad into the room.
“Sit down,” he waved at his chair.

He paced the room, scratched his bald spot, ran for water to the kitchen, offered to the guest.
- There is such a thing, Vlad ... Vasya first showed the rewritten scene not to me, but to the producer. And Svetlana Arnoldovna (so that she could give birth to hedgehogs all her life) approved her from the first reading. I can not help you, it requires even working material for viewing. I honestly tried to stick Gorbunov there, I was even ready for my money to make a monkey depilation for it, but all is useless. Hang on, buddy. She doubled your fee.
On the last sentence, Dzarovsky raised an eyebrow in surprise. A double fee is a good reason to agree.
- Any questions? - asked the director
“Only one,” answered Vlad honestly, “where is Vasya?”
- Vasya asked for a week off. Avoid and to treat the nervous system. Let's go. After lunch we begin. Yes, your room is free, I agreed.

I wanted to be sober, but not after the shooting, but the blond trainee does not take his hazy eyes off him. I wanted to exhaust myself long and floridly when I remembered Inga and Artamonych on the bed.
“Vera,” he dialed her number, and was not at all surprised that the answer came from the very first beep, “I have a huge request for you ...”
We will stay homemakers. Having supplied her with money, Vlad sent the girl for socks, shorts and hygienic accessories.
“For your taste, I trust you,” he instructed her on the road.
And he lounged on the hotel bed, with his legs up to the back.
A cigar, sir? No, I do not smoke.

Again remembered Inga. Golden skin, black shiny hair. Woman in the prime of her sexuality.
“Kurva,” he put the final diagnosis on her and jerked out of the bed a trained body.
A new scenario got hold of the same main thing. After the fifth reading, a thought began to take shape in my head.
“Work material, you say? Well, Svetlana Arnoldovna and Vasya, I will arrange for you on the set of Sasha Gray. ”
Joyful Vera brought shopping, a bottle of lemonade and already jumped to her to prepare for the shooting day.
“To stand,” Dzarovsky snipped at her elbow.
He turned to face, unbuttoned a few buttons - Vera immediately burst into purple - got to the lace bra, touched what was under him, walked over the hips. He nuzzled his neck, inhaled the smell, as if sniffing. And ... walked away.
- What is this Vasya not satisfied with? Go get ready.
The crimson actress flew out of the room, like a shell fired from a cannon. Outside the door she leaned against the wall, bit a sponge, blinked her eyes and almost burst into tears. I looked as if I was choosing a puppy. Polish cattle.

“So-so-so,” the director began, “this significant day has finally arrived and we are starting to shoot the 280th.” Vlad, Vera, undressing and on the deck. Humpbacks, please refrain from commenting.
Seryoga made round eyes:
- Yes, no truth, Peter Sergeevich.
Undressed in silence, not looking at each other.The deck boards, which absorbed the bright July sun, warmed their backs with pleasant warmth. Verochka lay nearby, stretched out in a tense chord.
- Dzarovsky, - shouted the director, - what's the matter? So you will filonit? Work, come on. Camera, motor.
- Scene number 280, take the first, - the assistant operator squeaked in a nasty voice.
Vlad grabbed his partner by the waist, pulled himself up and put him in the pose of "rider".
“Oh,” she only squeaked when he began movements that imitate rabid sexual intercourse, squeezing her thighs almost to pain.
- Stop-stop-stop, - Pyotr Sergeevich yelled, - Dzarovsky, are you a fool, or can you not read? In the script, this was not. Did not rehearse, or what?

Vera washed away from him immediately and already wrapped herself in a sheet, fearfully staring at her partner. Vlad was lying on the deck, his hands behind his head.
- Fie on you, - the main spat in hearts, - stop the camera. Well, at least the producer will be happy. So, Vera is free, you are underwater now. In the evening I’ll personally come to check that both of me rehearse.
Hunchback neighing like mad. The operator changed the film. The assistants dragged the aqualung and wetsuit. Verochka's green eyes, who took the diameter of the dish for borscht, began to fill with large tears.
- Scene number 58 double fifth ...
Vlad waved his hand as a sign of readiness and disappeared under the water. The dressed actress slowly wandered into the hotel.

Yatagan 06. 10. 2013 06: 54 “№ 8
In the bathroom, Vera did not just cry, she sobbed, giving the washcloth all her grievance, between racial hostility and age-old enmity between Russia and Poland.
“Hey, intern,” there was a knock at the door, “let's go to rehearse, I've already prepared everything.” And then the main one will definitely take off his head.
The actress immediately picked up, threw a robe and flew out of the room. Dzarovsky, whose anger melted at the bottom of the Sea of ​​Japan, stood right in front of her door. Fussy girl hit him in the stomach.
“Lord,” thought the Pole, and took her into his arms.

“Vladislav Kazimirovich,” she whispered, “and I decided that you refuse.” And Vasya will rewrite the script again.
- Damn, I doubled the fee. We'll have to work out.
Dzarovsky's number met them with an intimate twilight. On the table were two glasses of champagne. Verochka was confused, wanted to ask why, even turned around for this. Vlad stood close behind her, slightly bowing his head, and his long hair touched her forehead. He smelled of the sea, salty breeze, gentle waves and ocean winds.
- How does it start there? He whispered. - With “lips touching lips”?
Verochka convulsively nodded and forgot about everything, sinking into the gray oceans of her eyes and quietly shaking from happiness, inhaling the smell of his hair.
“Vladislav ... oh ... Kazimirovich, but there was no such thing,” she tried to explain, when his hands were letting the robe off her shoulders, “Vasya will curse.

- Tss, - Vlad put a finger to her lips. - Vasya is a fool and he does not understand what masterpiece he wrote. We will get Oscar for the best eroticism in cinema.
There was a knock at the door. Knocked once, knocked two.
- Do not get dressed, this director came to check.
Dzarovsky winked at Verochka and unbuttoned his jeans. Bella was not under them. What for?
“For clarity,” he explained to the astonished girl, “let him see that the rehearsal process is in full swing.”
On the threshold of the room stood a tall, showy and very irritated woman. Thin dark fingers nervously tugged at the bag strap. Black shiny hair beautifully played in the meager lighting of corridor lamps.
- Inga? !!! What are you doing here?
- I need to talk to you, Dzarovsky.

Perfectly outlined eyebrows met over huge brown eyes. Without waiting for an invitation, she pushed her husband aside and walked into the room.
- What's going on here? - Inga said, glancing at the half-naked Verochka.
At the sight of this beauty, the actress felt like a gray mouse and put a robe over her shoulders.
“We are rehearsing,” Vlad replied from the door.
- With champagne and grapes? - the wife was surprised.- With this little sweatshirt? Since when do you play bed scenes, Dzarovsky?
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