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PART ONE FEAR

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A large office at the BCH television studio flooded with light.

The BCH initials are on everything. Five people sit at five computers. MANIAC, who is a tall, handsome blond, ORANGINA, SNOWFLAKE, LENOCHKA and BLIZZARD, a psychedelic-trance star and a charming, short-statured young man of about 26 with the face of a child and child-like eyes to match. All of them are at work.

There is a sixth – a young man also of about 26 with the pale face of a cherub, as if he were created to give women insomnia. He sits on a sofa, wears large silver headphones and leafs through a magazine. A small yellow case stands at his feet. He occasionally puts down the magazine and moves about the room, dancing and looking around. This is his first visit here – he is a stranger. All are dressed in black or dark blue tight-fitting clothes. Only ORANGINA wears orange. LENOCHKA wears a T-shirt emblazoned with the text, “Fuck Face Control,” and she has a big, black eye. She constantly looks at it in her mirror, touches up her make-up, powders the shiner and brushes it with toner. SNOWFLAKE wears a black blouse printed with “Sin” in red letters. The red straps of her bra occasionally slip seductively off her shoulders. SNOWFLAKE takes tranquilizers three times a day and so is always very calm.

Music plays. People come and go, bringing things in, taking things out. The five sign papers. MANIAC stamps official documents, draws something, leafs through glossy magazines. It is as though all of them have stepped out of one of these magazines – they are young, hip and attractive. Someone fiddles with computer or stereo wires; someone else is looking through compact discs. MANIAC counts money. Someone wipes off a camera lens. Someone watches television; someone looks at a computer monitor. On some computer monitors we see the faces of SNOWFLAKE and BLIZZARD – their faces are also on magazine covers and advertising posters. On one of the computer screens we see the words of the TV station’s slogan running continually: “No Fear in Love.” Someone smokes in the corridor and peeks in the door. The teapot whistles; someone is making tea, someone else – coffee. Someone is sitting beneath a palm tree, others beneath an aquarium. A big gold fish swims in the aquarium. Some people are tired, others are sad and stare thoughtfully out the window. Outside the window there is snow, life, sun, blue clouds, cafes, cars, bustling people in scarves and winter hats.

MANIAC: The sensation reminds you of fear. You feel it between your solar plexus and your neck. Somewhere in the chest. You know it because you feel the desire to touch. You physically want to touch someone. To see, to hear, to smile and to be embarrassed.

BLIZZARD: It’s a chemical reaction.

MANIAC: Nobody can define why it happens at this very moment with this specific person. Every telephone ring sets you on fire, every time you go out you hope you will see them.

SNOWFLAKE: Nobody knows the secret.

LENOCHKA: The meeting of two parallel lines.

BLIZZARD: Nobody knows why it disappears.

ORANGINA: You try to get it back, but it’s not the same.

(They work silently. It’s obvious they’ve been working together forever; they’re a tight-knit, well-oiled crew, as if they are relatives or a band of small monkeys. They are constantly in motion, never sitting still, always doing something and they have no idea they are being observed. MANIAC likes SNOWFLAKE but SNOWFLAKE has all kinds of affairs going. She considers MANIAC a friend. BLIZZARD is smitten with ORANGINA, he directs his every word at her. She pretends not to notice; she likes SNOWSTORM. In fact, all the girls like SNOWSTORM, although maybe that’s only true because he’s the newest one here – they all want to be the first one to win him. LENOCHKA has a husband; he’s the one who gave her the black eye. She likes SNOWSTORM, too, but she is mortified because the shiner has made her less beautiful than she really is. All of them are extremely attractive; you want to look at them, to be next to them, to be their friends, to fall in love with them. Something about them gives off warmth, contentment, tranquility and a physical sense of pleasure.)

BLIZZARD: I had a girlfriend, a ballerina, and we used to buy things in pairs – unisex. That way both of you can always wear the same things.

LENOCHKA: It’s that easy?

BLIZZARD: Not really. When she dumped me she took everything. Even the sheets. When I tried to stop her she hit me on the head with a chair.

SNOWFLAKE: She was absolutely firm in her decision.

BLIZZARD: The whole hall was bloody.

MANIAC: Did she find somebody else?

BLIZZARD: You know how girls do it.

ORANGINA: How?

BLIZZARD: To get rid of one guy they find a third they go live with and then they dump him. They just keep crab-legging it from guy to guy until they find what they want.

MANIAC: I asked a friend today if you can just walk up to a woman you like and put your head on her shoulder. He said you can.

BLIZZARD: Basically, that’s what everybody does.

(MANIAC goes to SNOWFLAKE and puts his head on her shoulder. SNOWFLAKE smiles and washes a tablet of some kind down with a drink of water.)

SNOWFLAKE: I finally decided today. I’m not going to love anybody anymore.

ORANGINA: Why’s that?

SNOWFLAKE: I can’t love anybody if they don’t love me.

MANIAC: I can’t either.

SNOWFLAKE: I’m only going to love when somebody loves me.

LENOCHKA: I feel this hatred welling up in me. Instantly. I don’t know what it is.

SNOWFLAKE: I know exactly what you mean. And I’m perfectly aware of it as it happens.

MANIAC: It’s the ego.

SNOWFLAKE: But that’s what my love is like.

LENOCHKA: If I see somebody’s getting frustrated with me, that’s it. It’s all over. The love boat has landed. On the rocks.

SNOWFLAKE: I know it sounds awful, like somebody handing down an irreversible verdict. It’s not very Russian and it’s not very feminine – but these mood swings have just become a part of my life.

(They work silently. Someone sighs, someone eats something, someone drinks something, someone goes out, another comes in, someone forgot something and came back in before going back out.)

SNOWFLAKE: I was walking down the street today and on the corner when I turned in from the left side, right there on that spot, I promised myself – this is it. I’m crossing out love and I’m never going to love alone again.

LENOCHKA: Yeah, let’s put an end to solitaire love.

ORANGINA: What’s he say about it?

SNOWFLAKE: He says, “Your skin drives me wild! Show me another man who can love you more than I do!”

LENA: How’s that for an equation?

MANIAC: Yeah, but he doesn’t know you’re toying with him –

SNOWFLAKE: Is that what I’m doing?

MANIAC: Well, yeah –

ORANGINA: I need him, I need him not; I love him, I love him not

BLIZZARD: Good in the evening, bad in the morning

ORANGINA: Or the other way around

SNOWFLAKE: You know what he says to me? A thousand years ago people like me were burned at the stake

SNOWSTORM: Snowflake, that’s a compliment

SNOWFLAKE: It is?

BLIZZARD: A hundred years ago you would have been stoned

ORANGINA: Poor women

SNOWFLAKE: I don’t care what you say; I think women are an incredibly deprived lot

BLIZZARD: I mean, women have fear instilled in them from childhood

SNOWFLAKE: I mean, it’s men that are afraid of women

ORANGINA: I mean, everybody’s afraid of everybody

MANIAC: I mean, everybody’s just afraid of fear

LENOCHKA: I’m afraid of darkness, maniacs, the cold, germs, snakes, spiders, heights, fast cars, policemen, guards, face-control, rude people, dogs, men and random sex

(ORANGINA looks out the window, beyond which another window is visible, as well as the window of a café, a really pleasant place where it smells of coffee and a waitress’s hands are cleaning off a table and emptying ashtrays. A handsome young man named VOLODYA is drinking espresso and talking about something as he cracks and eats pistachios. The waitress, BUSHY-TAIL, looks like Twiggy. She has huge eyes, a smart little blue dress, long legs, a white apron and a chic, tidy hair-do. She is always smiling, humbly and modestly.)

VOLODYA: I think about women a lot. I think about them constantly. In fact, I don’t think about women in the plural, but about one woman, one single woman. Of all the women I’ve ever met, I know not one who could ever become my other half.

BUSHY-TAIL: Why not?

VOLODYA: Ah, for one reason or another. When people come together – it’s a whole science.

BUSHY-TAIL: What about when they break up?

VOLODYA: No one person is ever to blame for breaking up. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just two puzzle pieces that don’t fit.

(VOLODYA sips his coffee. BUSHY-TAIL leaves. VOLODYA is silent. Looks at her. Waits for her to come back. Looks out the window. Sees ORANGINA looking out her window but he doesn’t know her name. BUSHY-TAIL returns, replaces his ashtray. )

I’ve always been attracted to unhinged women, I guess you could say. I mean, the kind of girls who know how to stick up for themselves, the kind that can really stick it to you. But I’ve always wanted someone defenseless and fragile so that she’d be the kind I’d be able to protect and take care of.

BUSHY-TAIL: Can you do that?

VOLODYA: You know, I never leave anyone in the lurch. Anybody’s secrets are safe with me. If you ever end up on an uninhabited island with me – you won’t go hungry.

(The office. People are coming and going. The group of six is constantly surrounded by a crowd of faceless people. Five of them are working. SNOWSTORM is always up and dancing. Somebody sighs. LENOCHKA puts make-up on her eyes. Somebody’s looking at the clock; somebody’s washing their hands. SNOWFLAKE sprays on some perfume. Somebody’s cleaning their desk, somebody’s putting something on, somebody’s taking something off, somebody’s getting ready to go somewhere.)

LENOCHKA: I think women are made purely for decoration

ORANGINA (Taking SNOWSTORM’s photo): Those are just childish illusions

LENOCHKA: Why did people invent Faberge eggs or Feng Shui?

SNOWFLAKE: I would really like to settle down. Become soft, calm and caring. But I’m so sensitive. I like it when people care for me

MANIAC: People ask God for love even though they haven’t the vaguest notion what it is. What a nightmare.

LENOCHKA: I’m afraid of falling in love

BLIZZARD: Why?

LENOCHKA: I can’t. I’m married

ORANGINA: I fall in love once a year

SNOWFLAKE: I never do

BLIZZARD: Being in love should be more controllable the older you get. But –

ORANGINA: Whenever I fall in love I am all nerves

MANIAC: Love is a damned psychosis. Last fall I liked this one girl so much my knees went weak. I prayed to God, “Lord, bring her back to me. Bring her back.” And what do you think happened? What came of all that? Six months of nagging ailments.

LENOCHKA (Reading from a book): An obsessive thought of a yellow-black aura evoked by the constant reconsideration of a certain individual of the opposite sex

SNOWFLAKE: All you have to do is redirect the energies of love

LENOCHKA: The older you get, the less there are

BLIZZARD: Love is destiny putting you to the test

MANIAC: It’s destiny having a systems failure

(The café. People are coming and going. Music plays against the sound of tinkling forks, plates, knives, glasses, cups and saucers. It smells of cinnamon, honey and hot apple cider.)

BUSHY-TAIL: Are you married?

VOLODYA: No.

BUSHY-TAIL: Why not?

VOLODYA: I had a girlfriend. She was a ballerina. I had really strong feelings for her. They still surface at times. Like a time bomb or something. We used to meet in corridors and dark corners, there was never anything official about it like I would have liked. She always denied it all and she begged me never to tell anyone about us. “If you tell anybody, I’ll kill you,” she used to say. That’s the kind of girl she was

(Through the big window the six are seen leaving their office and going out onto the street. One breathes in the fresh air, another lights a cigarette and stands looking around with satisfaction. SNOWSTORM forgot something and goes back inside. Everyone waits. The girls are beautiful and flirtatious and they look towards the window of the café. Snowstorm returns with a yellow suitcase. Everyone waves their arms in different directions; they can’t come to a consensus about where to go. Big snowflakes fall on them all. Someone is cold, others are not. Someone goes back in for a hat or a scarf. Others fumble as they put on gloves or mittens, taking them off, dropping them, picking them up as they cross the street while others catch up with them. One tries to hold another’s hand, but the hand is pulled back before it can be clasped. Someone pulls up a collar or a hood; someone puts on glasses. They laugh.)

And then this guy shows up in a white Lexus. Makes a ton of money a month, all real cool-like. A DJ or something. Talk about being outgunned. I tried to make her see sense, tell her it was just a fling, but people don’t hear anything at moments like that. So she packed up her bags and she was gone. I even wanted to marry her. But it turned out she didn’t love me.

BUSHY-TAIL: Why not?

VOLODYA: I don’t know. Probably because she was afraid of ruining her reputation.

BUSHY-TAIL: What’s that supposed to mean?

(The six enter the café, which is packed and noisy. They shake snow off their coats as they remove them. It seems they are endlessly taking things off, coats, scarves, hats, gloves, mittens, until they finally get down to their beautiful, bared shoulders, bare midriffs and thighs. They take seats, read the menu, someone walks by, someone else recognizes someone and waves, someone moves in front of someone, somebody makes room for somebody else who couldn’t find a seat, somebody scoots over, others bring a chair, while others move over to a table by the window and people exchange seats. Someone recognizes SNOWFLAKE and BLIZZARD and points a finger at them. Someone opens his mouth...)

MANIAC: When you start looking for things in love, there’s nothing left to find

BLIZZARD: What’s dangerous is sudden moves

LENOCHKA: Why?

MANIAC: Because then the search is expanded. And there’s a whole universe out there. Whatever you want to find is out there to be found.

BLIZZARD: It all happens suddenly. You don’t have time to think. Any person with brains figures that out sooner or later

LENOCHKA: Love dies anyway

ORANGINA: And so fast

LENOCHKA: But why?

MANIAC: Because whatever it is, it’s already been done

LENOCHKA: Who?

MANIAC: Who? Partners. Lovers. People. A human. One, two

BLIZZARD: It all comes down to sex

MANIAC: Is that before you know it’s love or after?

SNOWFLAKE: And you’ve got to have education of some kind

SNOWSTORM: At least elementary

BLIZZARD: Basically it’s a very difficult thing, all these physical signs

BUSHY-TAIL (Approaches with a notepad and pen): Whiskey? Tequila? Two whiskeys and one tequila? One? One whiskey and two tequilas? Gold or silver?

MANIAC (To SNOWFLAKE): What’re you gonna have? To drink?

LENOCHKA: If a woman takes the time to answer, then she’s already said “yes” to everything he has in mind. And that’s all there is to it. It’s horrible. There’s nothing more horrible than that. A random affair in the making.

BLIZZARD: That’s what destroys our youth

MANIAC: If only

SNOWFLAKE: Carrot juice

ORANGINA: And orange juice

MANIAC: I suggest a compromise

BUSHY-TAIL: A carrot-orange cocktail?

MANIAC: And a salad of some kind

BUSHY-TAIL: What kind?

MANIAC: Herbs

LENOCHKA: And herbal tea

BLIZZARD: Green tea

BUSHY-TAIL: With jasmine?

SNOWFLAKE: And orange pekoe

BLIZZARD: I need a vitamin boost

SNOWFLAKE: And dessert

ORANGINA: Make that two

SNOWSTORM: I don’t know what I want

BUSHY-TAIL: The fish plate’s good

SNOWSTORM: I hate fish

BUSHY-TAIL: It’s very good

BLIZZARD (Takes BUSHY-TAIL by the hand): If it’s not will you have dinner with me?

BUSHY-TAIL: Try it

SNOWSTORM: I’ll chance it

(VOLODYA puts on his coat and scarf, all the while keeping a close eye on BUSHY-TAIL, no matter where she goes. He casts a suspicious glance at BLIZZARD, waves to BUSHY-TAIL, pointing to his watch. She nods back at him, as if sharing with him something only they know. VOLODYA goes out into the snowstorm on the street. The café is filled with music, the television is tuned to BCH, on which the TV star SNOWFLAKE is seen reporting the news but without sound.)

You’re a lot more elegant in real life than on screen

SNOWFLAKE: The screen adds twelve pounds

LENOCHKA: Really? I didn’t know that

SNOWFLAKE: Do you like my eyebrows?

ORANGINA (Taking SNOWFLAKE’s picture): Oh, yes

LENOCHKA: I bought some new boots

MANIAC: I want some just like that. Do they have big sizes?

LENOCHKA: I’ll ask if you want

ORANGINA (Smelling SNOWFLAKE): I just love the way you smell

SNOWFLAKE (Her cell phone rings with the melody from “The Umbrellas of Cherbourg.” She doesn’t answer it): With his love he pours molten copper over my head

MANIAC: If you aren’t part of the solution, you’re part of the problem

BUSHY-TAIL: Here’s your fish plate

BLIZZARD: Why don’t you join us?

BUSHY-TAIL: You haven’t even tried it yet

SNOWSTORM: The smell alone is making me sick to my stomach

BLIZZARD: I love fish

SNOWSTORM: What’s your name?

MANIAC: Her name’s Bushy-Tail

(A small book of some kind falls out of BUSHY-TAIL’s apron. ORANGINA picks it up.)

ORANGINA (Photographing first the book and then BUSHY-TAIL): What are you reading?

BUSHY-TAIL: A biology textbook. I want to be a doctor

SNOWFLAKE (Gagging): Are you kidding?

BUSHY-TAIL: Why?

MANIAC: You’re too beautiful

BLIZZARD: Order something for yourself

BUSHY-TAIL: Another time

MANIAC: I’ll take care of this

BLIZZARD: Tell me, Bushy-Tail, what do you love more than anything on earth?

BUSHY-TAIL: Macaroni and cheese

BLIZZARD: Is that bizarre? I do too

BUSHY-TAIL: And boiled onions

BLIZZARD: You’re joking

BUSHY-TAIL: No, it’s true

BLIZZARD: I thought I was the only person on earth who loved boiled onions

(BUSHY-TAIL leaves, clears something from the table, brings back another order, is always efficient and on time with everything. She seems to be everywhere at once. People are walking all around. BLIZZARD is seen on the TV screen.)

SNOWSTORM: Do you have the sensation that the world revolves around you?

BLIZZARD: Non-stop almost

ORANGINA: And that everything around us is a lie?

BLIZZARD: I have the feeling people confuse the truth for what it’s not

SNOWFLAKE: She really is a pretty girl

ORANGINA: She has such delicate wrists, slender ankles and such an androgynous figure

BUSHY-TAIL (Appears): What kind of figure?

LENOCHKA: Two huge eyes

BUSHY-TAIL: I’ve never considered myself pretty. Not for five minutes

ORANGINA: You could be a trend-setter

SNOWFLAKE: God wanted to make her a handsome boy

SNOWSTORM: But changed his mind at the last minute

MANIAC: Come on, Bushy-Tail, have a drink with us

BUSHY-TAIL (Speaks and disappears): I don’t drink or smoke

LENOCHKA (To SNOWFLAKE): Did you quit smoking?

SNOWFLAKE: I never smoked to begin with

ORANGINA: You don’t know how lucky you are

SNOWFLAKE: I have lots of other flaws

BLIZZARD (To BUSHY-TAIL): Where do people like you come from?

BUSHY-TAIL (Appearing): The Far North

LENOCHKA: Just what I thought for some reason

BUSHY-TAIL: Where are you from?

MANIAC: The eternal question – whence have we come?

SNOWFLAKE: It’s because she’s so natural, sincere and photogenic

ORANGINA: How old are you, Bushy-Tail?

BUSHY-TAIL: Me? I’m seventeen. What about you?

ORANGINA: Me? I think I’m twenty-five. I don’t remember

SNOWFLAKE (Hands BUSHY-TAIL a business card): Call me this evening

BLIZZARD: Don’t be afraid

ORANGINA: BCH

BUSHY-TAIL: What’s that?

BLIZZARD: Don’t you watch television?

BUSHY-TAIL: No

SNOWFLAKE: “Love Knows no Fear”

BLIZZARD: Definitely give it a watch

(Outside. VOLODYA walks along the street looking in shop windows, shivering from the cold. He stops in a store, shakes the snow off his shoulders, looks over the men’s clothing then moves on to look at the women’s clothing. Looks at the hats, tries on one, another, a third, standing before the mirror, gazing at himself from all possible angles. Takes off the hat, puts it back in its place and walks back out onto the street.

In the café it’s warm. Someone is even dancing; someone has walked away, another has returned. Someone is still eating, someone is drinking. SNOWFLAKE reads a book, SNOWSTORM drinks whiskey on ice, smokes and people watches.)

SNOWSTORM: I was totally phased out by helplessness, uselessness, moneylessness – I left my wife. I went to another city to live with a friend. I wasn’t doing anything at the time, just playing some music, writing some poetry, and I remember how everything just came crashing down on me. I was writing these really gruesome, depressing poems with suicidal overtones. They came under the title of “Me Searching for Glory.” They were about this guy lying in a bathtub who slits his wrists and realizes that the only thing tying him to the real world is his girlfriend who he really loves and empathizes with. These poems were colored by the dramatic experiences of a friend of mine – he’d split up with his girlfriend, too. She was a ballerina. And the last line went like this:

She’ll return to me, of course,

Some other Monday morn.

But today the end is my goal.

A knife is my compass,

My heart is my atlas.

And then it all ends with a lot of howling. The only things I had to my name were a towel, three books, forty rubles and 200 records. Two hundred records was the sum of my life. That’s the exalted state I lived in at the time. I was a genuine maniac. A maniac of despair.

MANIAC (Peering over SNOWFLAKE’s shoulder): What are you reading?

SNOWFLAKE: I’m rereading Nabokov.

MANIAC: You break my heart. That’s my favorite writer.

LENOCHKA: So what do you do when you’re not working?

MANIAC: I swim. That’s why I have big shoulders

ORANGINA: That’s beautiful (Takes MANIAC’s photo.)

BLIZZARD: I like track and field, myself

LENOCHKA: You run fast?

BLIZZARD: I wanted to run to the sun when I was a kid

MANIAC: What is that food you’re eating?

BLIZZARD: Bread, mushrooms and cheese

MANIAC: I’ve got greens of some sort

LENOCHKA: Vitamins

MANIAC: I wonder who the first guy to eat greens was

LENOCHKA: Our neighbors used to complain to my mother that I sniffed the grass

SNOWFLAKE: You get in trouble?

LENOCHKA: She says, what do you sniff grass for?

MANIAC: Really

SNOWSTORM: My mom still has no idea that I smoke and use psychotropics

BLIZZARD: Is that already a beer you’re drinking?

SNOWSTORM: Beer and coffee

LENOCHKA: Ooh, yuck

MANIAC: What are your blinies with?

SNOWFLAKE: Kiwi and strawberries

LENOCHKA: Mine are with chocolate

ORANGINA: Mine are with honey and lemon juice

SNOWSTORM: Don’t non-conformists live well?

MANIAC: But we die young

(VOLODYA walks along the street outside, stops in front of a woman’s lingerie store, goes inside, warms up his hands, looks at his watch, gets embarrassed, leaves, goes back in the opposite direction, enters the previous store, tries on hats again – one, another, a third. Finally chooses one and buys it, puts it on and goes back out on the street.

In the café the six pay their bill and prepare to leave. Someone washes his hands, others endlessly keep putting things on while somebody helps someone else put something on.)

BUSHY-TAIL (Looking over the business card. To ORANGINA, who takes her picture): What do you do?

ORANGINA: I’m a designer. I make everything beautiful. You know how that is?

BUSHY-TAIL (Nodding in the direction of Maniac): What about him?

MANIAC: I have the luxury of doing nothing whatsoever at the moment. Sometimes my friend and I (embraces BLIZZARD) hire prostitutes and we film it on video

(BLIZZARD gags. BUSHY-TAIL’s eyes get real big. ORANGINA takes advantage of the moment and photographs it.)

LENOCHKA: Ooh, yuck

SNOWFLAKE: That’s his stupid idea of a joke

BLIZZARD: Want some chewing gum?

LENOCHKA: Is it strawberry?

ORANGINA: My favorite

SNOWFLAKE: My perfume is strawberry

SNOWSTORM: I’ve been wondering how come it smells so sweetly of strawberries

LENOCHKA (Takes the chewing gum from BLIZZARD’s hand and then takes his hand in hers): What an interesting hand. Now, now, now, now, now – let’s look at this in the light

MANIAC: What about me?

SNOWSTORM: Do you believe in palm readings?

MANIAC: Tell my fortune

BLIZZARD: What do you see?

MANIAC: What are you looking so hard for there?

SNOWSTORM: Careful, Lena. He’s jumpy

LENOCHKA: You have a very strange life line

BLIZZARD: Why?

LENOCHKA: Because it breaks off

BLIZZARD: Okay –

SNOWSTORM: So now you live on with the weight of this painful paranoia hanging over you

MANIAC: How much time does he have left?

LENOCHKA: You have about –

MANIAC: The years are numbered

BLIZZARD (Pulls his hand away, hugs it to him): Knock it off. I don’t want to know.

LENOCHKA: I realize, you probably shouldn’t do that

SNOWFLAKE: That’s serious stuff

ORANGINA: You have a beautiful T-shirt. What’s that written on it?

LENOCHKA: Angels don’t weep

ORANGINA: What about yours?

SNOWSTORM: Masturbating is no crime

MANIAC: What do you think?

ORANGINA: I think it’s a sin

(SNOWSTORM has left, but he comes back.)

SNOWSTORM: I forgot my case

BUSHY-TAIL: I thought I saw someone forgot a case

SNOWSTORM (Picking up his case): That was me

BUSHY-TAIL (To SNOWSTORM): I forgot, what’s your name?

SNOWSTORM: Blizzard

BLIZZARD: Blizzard – that’s me. He’s Snowstorm. “There once lived two fine friends – Snowstorm and Blizzard.” You know that song?

BUSHY-TAIL: No

BLIZZARD: That’s about us. He wrote the lyrics. I wrote the music

SNOWSTORM: But we’ll sing that for you another time

BUSHY-TAIL: How come you have such funny names?

MANIAC: Because they’re homosexuals

BLIZZARD: He’s joking

SNOWSTORM: Does that bother you?

BUSHY-TAIL: I don’t care

SNOWSTORM: Somebody gimme a smoke

BLIZZARD: Here

MANIAC: You like to dominate?

BUSHY-TAIL (Remaining alone. Looks over the business card): In the Far North there’s never anything to do. There’s nothing except theater. And in the Far North women really dress up beautifully to go the theater. It’s not like here. People here just wear whatever they wore to work when they come to the theater. Where I come from, women put on evening gowns and jewelry, and they never fail to put on heels. When you walk to the theater the fresh sea air comes in and it smells like fresh-cut cucumbers. That means the fishermen are beginning to sell their day’s catch of smelt – that’s a kind of fish. It smells like fresh cucumbers.

(The six are out on the street. They head in the direction of the office, slowly, deliberately, taking their time, chewing their gum, looking around, sometimes just stopping and standing there. Once again, someone forgot something, so they went back to get it. Someone puts on glasses, someone else takes something off and asks another to try it on. They exchange clothing and laugh, looking at their reflections in storefront windows and car windshields. Someone pulls out a make-up case, someone else steps off to the side and talks on their cell phone.)

SNOWSTORM: Unlike you I simply have no talent for talking to women. For some reason I start lying immediately

BLIZZARD: You just have to think that they have nothing you want

SNOWSTORM: But that’s not true

MANIAC: Just pretend it is

BLIZZARD: Coffee, ice cream with mint and don’t look ’em in the eye

SNOWSTORM: I do just the opposite. I look deep into their eyes

BLIZZARD: She’ll think, “how come he’s not looking at me”

MANIAC: You look at ’em later

SNOWSTORM: I made a date for dinner with this one girl. I call her up and confirm and then I come to pick her up and call her and she hangs up on me

MANIAC: What the hell are you confirming? Dinner dates aren’t office jobs, you know

BLIZZARD: Did you talk to her about love?

SNOWSTORM: What’s there to say about love on the phone?

LENOCHKA: Women don’t accept commands

ORANGINA: Women only understand presents and aromas

MANIAC: Women have to listen to everything all the time, to convince themselves and others that they are wanted 24/7. That used to be done by letters, now it’s telephones and text messages

BLIZZARD: People have started hiding behind text messages

MANIAC: Orgasm. Sex only in words, only in text messages. Without that you’ve got a temper tantrum

BLIZZARD: Her underwear didn’t match her eyes

MANIAC: And she already wore that dress last time

BLIZZARD: To another restaurant

MANIAC: And not with him

LENOCHKA: You are exceedingly cynical

MANIAC: I can’t deny what’s true

(They ascend in a transparent glass elevator, shake off the snow, take off their gloves, mittens, caps, and scarves and wipe off their foggy glasses.)

LENOCHKA: Sex for men is a sport

MANIAC: The kind of sex where you go and come – that strikes me as something savage. You kind of want something more

ORANGINA: Everyone dreams of happiness

MANIAC: Or of sex

SNOWFLAKE: Is there anything sacred in your life, Maniac?

MANIAC: No. You can’t serve God and mammon. You can’t sit on two chairs at once

LENOCHKA: Snowstorm, are you married?

SNOWSTORM: No

LENOCHKA: Why not?

MANIAC: When the evaluations begin – all these “are you married, I’m not married” – that’s it. From there on even the slightest minus becomes a huge tragedy. Everything should be absolutely ideal

SNOWSTORM: I’ve got some numbers in my cell phone belonging to girls who send me messages sometimes. Most of them are exes, women I’ve been involved with. Sometimes I have sex with them

BLIZZARD: It can happen to anyone

ORANGINA: But not everyone

BLIZZARD: Sometimes it’s really hard to jive different sex drives

ORANGINA: You’ve got to understand them to do that

(The café. VOLODYA drinks an espresso. BUSHY-TAIL eats pistachios out of his bowl.)

BUSHY-TAIL: So what was she afraid of? You were telling

VOLODYA: She was ashamed of me because she said I was just a sergeant

BUSHY-TAIL (Impressed): You’re a sergeant?

VOLODYA: First I was a junior sergeant. Then, after 14 days, I made senior sergeant

BUSHY-TAIL: That fast?

VOLODYA: For service to my country. When I was out on a mission. True, they wanted to discharge me later, ’cause I wasn’t the only one who got a promotion. We were out celebrating that. And nobody ever celebrated big events like that without me. I ripped off my stripes and I said, leave me alone – I’ll just be a regular soldier. But they changed their minds later. Before the army I studied agriculture in college.

BUSHY-TAIL: Isn’t that something

(The office. People walk around and leave. Five people sit at five desks, working at their computers. SNOWSTORM keeps dancing. He’s wearing silver headphones. People are drinking coffee and tea, others feed the gold fish. SNOWFLAKE and BLIZZARD are having their make-up done. ORANGINA takes photos as someone is hooking wires up to something. Maniac signs pieces of paper as others come and go.)

SNOWFLAKE: If a man and a woman come to an agreement, then, yes, mutual understanding of some kind is possible

MANIAC: Nobody understands anybody. Everybody only understands their own desires

BLIZZARD: Eat, drink and sleep

SNOWSTORM: It’s hard for anyone to see beyond the end of his own nose

LENOCHKA: The only thing anyone knows well is what he wants

SNOWFLAKE: If someone can clearly define his desire, then something may come of it

MANIAC: What if he wants sex? Does he get it?

SNOWFLAKE: What if he wants a fairy tale?

LENOCHKA: Rules are what we want

SNOWFLAKE: We don’t do things by consensus, we just follow our feelings

LENOCHKA: Irrationality is a woman’s only logic

BLIZZARD (To ORANGINA): Admit it. That’s true

MANIAC: Let’s go to my place and watch a movie

LENOCHKA: That’s the second “yes” a woman says: If a woman agrees to go to the movies, then that’s all she wrote

MANIAC: If only

BLIZZARD: For love a woman must have three things

SNOWFLAKE: What?

BLIZZARD: First, a stopwatch

LENOCHKA: Why’s that?

BLIZZARD: So as not to open her mouth for more than six seconds

MANIAC: Forget all that la-la-la bla-bla-bla chicky-chicky sis-boom-bah

BLIZZARD: Remember: you have only six seconds. Men understand only short, unambiguous commands

MANIAC: And don’t back a man into a corner

BLIZZARD: Family life is just like life on the job. Right-left, gimme your hand, sit, when, how much, and where. Wednesday evening, Tuesday. I can make it Wednesday, Wednesday at five, all right

LENOCHKA: What’s the second?

BLIZZARD: The second is a black belt

SNOWFLAKE: Karate?

BLIZZARD: A classic black belt

ORANGINA: What’s the third?

MANIAC: The third is that there is only one foreign language. And you have to learn it

BLIZZARD: That language is called the male language. You have to learn to speak to men in their own language

LENOCHKA: How do you learn it?

BLIZZARD: You simply have to forget Russian. And learn three phrases. These three phrases are very difficult to pronounce. (Counts off on his fingers.) I’ll wait for you. I love you. I kiss you. And then in the opposite order. Kiss you. Love you. Waiting for you.

MANIAC: And no philosophical, psychological or religious conversations

LENOCHKA: Why not?

MANIAC: It’s forbidden

BLIZZARD: One way or another, they lead to fights

LENOCHKA: What do you talk about then?

MANIAC: You have to understand each other without words

SNOWFLAKE: But understanding is very difficult

MANIAC: There’s a lot of zeroes on the end

SNOWFLAKE: A man and a woman can understand each other on an animalistic level, that they want each other, that they want tenderness and understanding

LENOCHKA: They themselves don’t know what that means

SNOWFLAKE: It’s all very mystifying

(BUSHY-TAIL and VOLODYA walk down the street.)

VOLODYA: I was christened when I was sixteen years old. I was big. I believe everything that has anything to do with God. Do you?

BUSHY-TAIL: Yes, I do believe

VOLODYA: I went into the army and I had this cross. I lost it in combat training. I lost my cross. Basically all we did was beat each other’s faces in. And then a week later at five in the morning we get into formation in the yard in full combat dress and they do the roll call and say, “You’re going to Chechnya.” You don’t question orders. On the runway at the airport this guy approached us. He says, “You guys are going on a mission and I’ve got crosses for you. Only I don’t have enough for everybody.” It goes without saying that I didn’t get one. There were 54 of us. We didn’t have enough ammunition to go around. Naturally, there wasn’t enough for me. They passed me over. But all I could think of is that I didn’t have a cross. And with no ammo all that stuff just starts to overwhelm you. Bad, bad thoughts.

BUSHY-TAIL: How could you not have ammunition?

VOLODYA: They gave me some later. Later on there was plenty of everything. One day we were cleaning out one house. It was obvious Russians lived there. There was a small icon right where you’d expect one to be in the corner of the room. The place looked like a hurricane hit it. We went in, looked around and I sat down on a chair. I felt something poking me underneath. I stood up and looked and there was this cross lying there. So, you see? I found one. I haven’t taken it off since.

BUSHY-TAIL: They say you shouldn’t wear someone else’s cross.

VOLODYA: Yeah, I’ve heard that; about taking on somebody else’s sins. But I found that one there and I’ve had no problem. After that luck was on my side. A grenade blew up three feet from me and I didn’t have a scratch. I don’t know if that was a fluke or what. Everybody thought I was dead meat but it didn’t even touch me. Except I went deaf for awhile. Not a scratch. And now I’ve met you.

(VOLODYA and BUSHY-TAIL stand at the entrance to her apartment building. BUSHY-TAIL says goodbye and goes in. VOLODYA continues to stand there as if he’s waiting for something.

The six stand in a parking lot. Snow is falling and all of them are gesturing in different directions as they discuss who will ride with whom in whose car. Everyone approaches his or her own car. MANIAC invites everyone to pile into his; BLIZZARD invites all to join him in his. The women laugh as they decide which car to get in and the men try pulling them in their direction. BLIZZARD and MANIAC clean the snow off their cars. MANIAC’s car is red, BLIZZARD’s is white. The doors are now open, music can be heard from the cars and everybody is dancing in the snow as they wait for the engines to warm up. It emerges that MANIAC’s car is an Alpha-Romeo, BLIZZARD’s is a Lexus. SNOWFLAKE and LENOCHKA get into the Alpha-Romeo, ORANGINA and SNOWSTORM get into the back seat of the Lexus. They drive off.

BUSHY-TAIL’s apartment. BUSHY-TAIL pulls a box out of her closet – in it is a new pair of black shoes, a white dress and fancy earrings. She looks over SNOWFLAKE’s business card. Makes a telephone call. Somewhere on the other end of the city the music from The Umbrellas of Cherbourg can be heard.

The Lexus. BLIZZARD, SNOWSTORM and ORANGINA.)

BLIZZARD (Turning up the music): What do you think of this?

ORANGINA: I like it

BLIZZARD: The female organism also differs from the male in that speakers affect it differently

SNOWSTORM: Women feel physical pleasure from this music

ORANGINA: I had this terrible dream that I was dancing all wrong

BLIZZARD: You dance and you dance and there’s no point to it

SNOWSTORM: Except that it feels great

ORANGINA: Will you teach me how?

BLIZZARD: Just stand in front of the mirror and dance

SNOWSTORM: You have to make friends with your body. Your own. Since you’ve been given a body, you might as well live in harmony with it. It’s so cool to be able to glide across the floor

BLIZZARD: I used to have a great body. I wanted to be a bodybuilder and compete in competitions with the Arnold Schwarzenegger technique. No anabolic steroids. I loved looking at myself in the mirror. I looked like that statue of Apollo

SNOWSTORM: It’s hard to move well if you don’t love yourself

BLIZZARD: And if you don’t like the way you are when you dance

ORANGINA: When I dance at least I stop thinking

BLIZZARD: So what is it you think about all the time?

ORANGINA: I’m constantly haunted by thoughts that maybe I’m not living right

(SNOWSTORM’s knee accidentally comes to rest against ORANGINA’s knee. She pulls her leg away.

The Lexus catches up with the Alpha-Romeo and begins to pass it. ORANGINA’s knee falls against SNOWSTORM’s knee. BLIZZARD sees this in the rear-view mirror and ORANGINA tries to pull away. As the car turns ORANGINA falls over into SNOWSTORM’s lap.)

BLIZZARD (Smiling): Are we lacking excitement in our lives?

SNOWSTORM: Excitement can appear only when you don’t expect it. When you chill out and just live, boldly, putting nothing into parentheses

(The Alpha-Romeo. MANIAC, SNOWFLAKE and LENOCHKA.)

MANIAC: The most exhilarating moment in my life was when my brother took me up in a supersonic jet. Now that was something.

SNOWFLAKE: Wasn’t it scary?

MANIAC: It was thrilling. It made me want to sing. But everything inside me was all churned upside down as if I was no longer me and my body wasn’t mine. The only thought I had in my mind was – God, I hope I don’t barf

SNOWFLAKE: And you call that the most exhilarating moment in your life?

MANIAC: Nothing can compare to it

LENOCHKA: Music sometimes does that to me

MANIAC: There was this time when I had just returned from a BASE jumping competition and it was my mother’s birthday. She asked me to bring over a video of it to show the guests. So I do. And this one guy comes up to me and he asks, “Why do you do this?”

SNOWFLAKE: Really

LENOCHKA: Why do you?

MANIAC: Well, this is what I say to him: “See, when I come right to the edge and I look down from the top of a cliff or a skyscraper with my toes hanging over, my heart stops and my breath stops and I think – now I’m going to go and jump

SNOWFLAKE: Why would you do that?

MANIAC: That’s just what he asked me

LENOCHKA: Adrenalin rushes, the psychological wounds of childhood and inferiority complexes all take on extreme forms

MANIAC: I wondered about it myself for a long time. Everybody has dreams of a material kind, hopes to achieve material prosperity. But why do you live? Take a step out there on the edge and you instantly understand why

(The Lexus is caught in a traffic jam.)

BLIZZARD: This world is so chaotic and futile, you have to know how to distance yourself from it. There are so many things to do in life that you waste all your energy on everything at once instead of focusing on one specific thing. But life was granted to us so we could extract the maximum enjoyment from it. Comfort is the true fetish of the 21st century. So when you fall in love you have to do it with comfort in mind. You have to be relaxed together.

ORANGINA: Every person strives for harmony in life

SNOWSTORM: Or at least for inner tranquility

BLIZZARD: The Japanese know the secret of love. It’s comfort. I dream of having a Japanese woman

SNOWSTORM: Me, I like plump women with glasses and a young kid

ORANGINA: Every woman in the world wants to lose weight

(The Alfa-Romeo. Also stuck in a traffic jam.)

MANIAC: Look around at people. Why do you think they jump? Because the most awesome high a person can get is to rise above his own self. Lenochka, conquer that wild beast in you that arises from savage fear! The sensation you get when you jump is like turning somersaults

LENOCHKA: Where did you learn to do that?

MANIAC: I used to be really fat and I weighed 300 pounds. Blizzard and I started taking private lessons in acrobatics. We wanted to fly freely and sublimely. And I lost weight.

SNOWFLAKE: How many times have you jumped?

MANIAC: I’d guess about 80

LENOCHKA: You’re kidding?

MANIAC: Oh, that’s no big deal

SNOWFLAKE: Some countries have banned it as suicidal

MANIAC: Every person who jumps from four different objects gets his own number. Maybe I’ll get my own number soon. By the time I get to 835...

LENOCHKA: Orangina lives in apartment number 835

MANIAC: Maybe 834

LENOCHKA: No, Blizzard lives in 834

SNOWFLAKE: You mean they’re neighbors already? I didn’t know that

LENOCHKA: Everything everywhere has numbers on it

MANIAC: Then maybe it’s something else

SNOWFLAKE: There are so many sick people in the world

LENOCHKA: Is it true you don’t have a safety chute?

MANIAC: No safety chute and no insurance

SNOWFLAKE: You must have some philosophy about that

MANIAC: My philosophy is that, sooner or later, all of us will be smashed to death against a cliff

SNOWFLAKE: Isn’t that lovely

LENOCHKA: Are you a good BASE jumper?

MANIAC: A good BASE jumper is a live BASE jumper

SNOWFLAKE: He’s crazy. Did you know that even his hands glow in the dark?

LENOCHKA: Yeah, he shows that to everyone

MANIAC: Blizzard and I once got drunk on champagne and we did a two-way jump

LENOCHKA: Together?

SNOWFLAKE: I’d never jump

MANIAC: What about with me?

SNOWFLAKE: Not in your dreams

MANIAC: Snowflake, I’m beginning to wonder if you’re a conformist at heart

SNOWFLAKE: Is that so bad?

LENOCHKA: You don’t have any principles at all

MANIAC: You think I don’t have any principles? Man, it’s you that doesn’t have any principles

LENOCHKA: Yes, I don’t have any principles, but that’s because I get new ones every day. We live in an accelerated age. Everything is speeding up

MANIAC: Speeding up for some, slowing down for others

SNOWFLAKE: It’s all so confusing

(The street. BUSHY-TAIL rides a tram car. Looks out the window.

MANIAC’s apartment. An enormous amount of people in constant, chaotic motion. Smoke. Music. Someone’s dancing. Someone isn’t. Someone’s watching a DVD. The girls are changing clothes, pulling new things out of bags, brushing their hair, rebrushing their hair, putting on make-up, redoing their make-up. BUSHY-TAIL enters, looks around, takes off her coat. Nobody pays her any attention. BUSHY-TAIL, on the contrary, misses nothing. She’s transfixed by everything she sees, her eyes open wide as she looks for a familiar face in the crowd. She recognizes BLIZZARD, then ORANGINA and sees MANIAC, SNOWFLAKE and LENOCHKA in various places. She listens carefully to the conversations going on around her.

BLIZZARD (In the bathroom, shaving his head bald): I’m in a mood like roulette – betting on red but the ball doesn’t fall

ORANGINA (Photographing the process): You have really sharp mood swings, up and down, up and down

BLIZZARD: Is it that obvious?

ORANGINA: It’s really irritating

MANIAC (On his telephone): Six feet? How much is it from the blast pipe to the blister fairing? Wow –

SNOWFLAKE (On her phone): You’re so cool about your decision it’s absurd

SNOWSTORM (Leafing through a magazine, going into the bathroom): Would you do me a tattoo?

BLIZZARD: I’ve been wanting to do one for a year

SNOWSTORM: Me for three

SNOWFLAKE: Maybe you’re ready but I’m not

MANIAC: Federal? Then that’s clear

SNOWSTORM: What ideas do you have?

BLIZZARD: I dream about these ideas – birds, patterns, dragons

SNOWFLAKE: Just because you want to isn’t enough. Nothing can come of nothing

MANIAC: All right-all right. But where’s the guarantee they don’t decide at the last minute that some cosmonaut would be better?

SNOWFLAKE: Well, you can think so if you want to

MANIAC: What can I say, man? You’re cool

LENOCHKA (On her phone): Listen, I can’t spend my whole life in the process of creating this thing

BLIZZARD (In the bathroom): I had this dream about Vladimir Vysotsky. I had that dream and I said – that’s it! I’ll do Vyotsky’s profile on my chest!

MANIAC: No, I can’t say as I’m ready for that. That came out of the blue

SNOWSTORM: You gonna do Marina Vlady on your back?

BLIZZARD: Yeah, I already set aside a hundred dollars

MANIAC: How much you need? 60 thou? Yeah, I got it, I hear what you said

SNOWFLAKE: No, I’m not depressed. I’ve got too much to do, to be depressed. I’ll give you a call if that happens

MANIAC: Can you put that in an email? Get it off to me today

LENOCHKA: You can redo it 60 times over but it still isn’t going to be right! Everybody’s so damn smart. Did you think I was going to go slit my wrists in the bathtub?

MANIAC: Those fighter jets are his? Holy shit! (Laughs hysterically.)

SNOWFLAKE: A woman can’t only give with her body. She has to give with her head, too

LENOCHKA: If you like it, dig it. If you don’t, get over and get on with it!

MANIAC: Is he offering anything under the table?

BLIZZARD (In the bathroom): Is that a nice skull?

SNOWSTORM: You want a skull tattoo?

SNOWFLAKE: It’s the eternal problem – the battle of reason and feeling

MANIAC: So what you’re saying is basically everything revolves around these fighter jets

SNOWFLAKE: I have no idea what to do

MANIAC: All right, okay. There’s people waiting here

BLIZZARD: This tattoo drove me wild

MANIAC: Our project was accepted on the federal level. The President just signed off on it

BLIZZARD: That’s hot shit

MANIAC: It’s perfectly logical

SNOWSTORM: What’s the project?

MANIAC: It’s secret

BLIZZARD: Then you’ll read about it tomorrow in the papers

SNOWFLAKE: Are you going off into space?

MANIAC: Unlike you, when I go, I’ll go on travel orders

(The six walk along the street with BUSHY-TAIL. They duck into a night club of some sort, passing by a long line. Neon lights flicker as they pass through face-control. LENOCHKA shows signs of nervousness, Snowflake keeps talking on her phone. Strobe lights, a bar, the dance floor, bathrooms, sofas, pillows, the bar, dance floor, bathrooms, the street – and so it goes until morning. ORANGINA photographs BUSHY-TAIL.

SNOWFLAKE (On her phone): Are we talking about the ideal man? All men say it doesn’t happen like that

LENOCHKA (To BUSHY-TAIL): You show too much of your personal self in your facial expressions

SNOWFLAKE: “Just like that,” as Assol said in Scarlet Sails

BUSHY-TAIL: What do you mean?

ORANGINA: Signs of a good upbringing

BUSHY-TAIL: Is that bad?

LENOCHKA: It could cause problems. But it might not

BLIZZARD (Looking at himself in the mirror): I’ve already tried on a coupla different kinds of crosses. I didn’t want anything ostentatious, nothing with gold chains, you know

MANIAC: Well, that one’s just right

SNOWFLAKE: I always sit and cry when I watch that film. God, I love it

MANIAC: Are you macho?

BLIZZARD: Macho sometimes. You gotta always be ready. I can turn on the tough-guy

SNOWFLAKE: Over 35, smart. No, I don’t admit the possibility of a man without brains

BLIZZARD: Sometimes I’m as soft as a baby’s kiss

LENOCHKA (Looking at BUSHY-TAIL): A whole utopia of feminine innocence and female infantility

BLIZZARD: I’m a prince. Really. In fact.

MANIAC: Weak, jumpy and jaded

LENOCHKA: You have to awaken men’s pity. You know? But as a child, not as a woman. Make them want to feed you, put you to bed, kiss you tenderly on the forehead and rub iodine on your banged-up knees

BUSHY-TAIL: Why?

LENOCHKA: That’s what all women want

BLIZZARD: And men

MANIAC: Everybody wants back in the womb

BUSHY-TAIL: Yesterday a couple got married at our church. They were really young. They were all surrounded by little kids and then all the old women ran up to congratulate them. It was really beautiful

MANIAC: A woman’s imagination is excited by a prince on a white horse and a wedding with fleurs d’orange at 20, at 30 and at 60

LENOCHKA: Which is entirely natural

MANIAC (Sniffing the air): And howling winds blow the sands of Morocco past our faces

BUSHY-TAIL: It smells just like autumn leaves

LENOCHKA: Only don’t start smoking here

SNOWFLAKE: If you smoke next to her you are liable to be blinded by a flash of bright light. You can be injured or burned

MANIAC: I’ve finally figured it out. I’m going to be a homosexual

LENOCHKA: Why do you say that?

SNOWFLAKE: Don’t accept sin into your heart

MANIAC: You’re not going to be jealous of men, are you?

SNOWFLAKE (In MANIAC’s direction): Only don’t be obsessive about it

BLIZZARD: We’ll just try it on for size

(VOLODYA’s apartment. The alarm clock rings. VOLODYA gets up, washes, does his exercises. Turns on the iron, irons his shirt and his pants, checking the folds on his pants leg.

The street. MANIAC, SNOWSTORM and BLIZZARD. They smoke. It’s snowing. It’s cold. Snowstorm has stripped off his shirt, baring his breast to the elements. Steam rises from his body.)

MANIAC (Clapping BLIZZARD on his bald head): Looks good on you. You’re the man

BLIZZARD: That’s not what’s important

SNOWSTORM: What’s important for you?

BLIZZARD: I myself don’t know. (Looks over his life line.) The funniest thing about it is – my life line really does break off. It used to be really long and all normal, but now it’s like there’s this white spot all over my palm

MANIAC: Oh, screw that

SNOWSTORM: Go wash your hands

BLIZZARD: Easy for you to say

SNOWSTORM: Nobody’s got a guarantee

BLIZZARD: You’ve gotta be ready for death at any moment

MANIAC: Now that’s my warrior, that’s my samurai

BLIZZARD: What if Lenochka’s a sorceress? She’s got a really heavy eye

MANIAC: Have you ever noticed her eyes are different colors?

SNOWSTORM: Like David Bowie

BLIZZARD: Come on, get off it. It’s time to get back to the grindstone (Heads back in the other direction.)

MANIAC: Only please don’t be late

BLIZZARD (Digs through SNOWFLAKE’s purse, spritzes on her perfume): I’m going to make one more strategic move

SNOWFLAKE: Just don’t drown yourself in that stuff

ORANGINA: Who are you doing that for?

BLIZZARD: I have an interview

SNOWFLAKE: Be careful. Never say what you really think

BLIZZARD: Why not?

SNOWFLAKE: Because everything changes so fast

BLIZZARD (He’s all dressed. Tosses keys to SNOWSTORM): I’ll be back around 10 or 12. (To ORANGINA.) Will you get Snowstorm back to my place?

ORANGINA: All right.

MANIAC: Lemme give you a kiss on the forehead

SNOWSTORM: Come on, let’s hit it!

BLIZZARD: This is called taking a leap into reality

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