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Late in the evening. Sergey is standing in the pouring rain in front of the Fleur de Lys Art Studio. There is a light in the windows. Sergey is clasping an object wrapped in fabric.

Sergey. I will catch a beam of sunlight and give it the shape of the royal golden lily. Fleur de Lys. «I see a golden lily in my sleep, the golden lily longs for me and weeps…»

Sergey unfolds the fabric. He is now holding his Benelli M4 shotgun. He loads a magazine and goes inside.

Curtain.