According to the plot of the film "Non-raised" ("1 + 1"), the main characters are in the exhibition hall of the center of George Pompidou in Paris, where the preparation for the exhibition is being prepared. Their attention attracts a strange picture on one of the stands around which one of the storylines of the movie is built in the future. We decided to dream, which story could hide behind this picture.
Posted by: Nikolai Kodiy, graduate workshop Andrugevich
On the street stood deep cold autumn. The wind sadly drove the fallen leaves on the empty street. The sun was already a village, so there was already rather dark in the alley. - How much for everything? - asked a low sleeper guy. - 300 per barrel and 50 cartridges. - A man replied in a long raincoat. Even at dusk, a scar was visible through all his face. - Here you go. - The guy handed the money and took a bundle.
Already at home, closing the door to two castle, he turned a bundle and began to study the contents. A small revolver and 6 cartridges to it. He would have enough and one, but he decided to take nearest. I am glad to look at the clock, he decided - it's time. The day before, he bought a set of clothing in second-hand, so as not to leave random evidence and throw away clothes after all. Conventional black jeans, a dark sweater and a dense jacket with a large inner pocket. The longest thing I had to choose the jacket - the revolver should always be at hand, and for this you need a comfortable pocket.
He decided not to use the elevator - less risk to meet someone - and ran away on the stairs. In the yard was quiet. Most people were already at home and warm in a family circle. It was not far to go down - three quarters down the street. In order not to attract attention once again, he tried to go along houses where there was less risk to be noticed.
He stopped near the desired entrance, pulled out a cigarette and lit. Because of the nerves, the hands went to the walker and the cigarette fell on the asphalt. He shouted, sucks and went into the entrance. Light bulbs, as in any Soviet entrance, were unscrewed. Rising to the fifth floor he gently pressed the call. Behind the door there were singing of cuckoo: "Ku-ku". "It's very symbolic," he noticed about himself.
The door opened a young guy - his colleague from work. His name was Sergey, they worked together for more than a year. - Oh, Dima, hello! He happily exclaimed. "I walked past, I decided to visit ...," Dmitry missed. - Yes, yes, take place, go to the kitchen. - suggested Sergey and went to put the kettle.
Dmitry did not shoot shoes and passed immediately to the kitchen. The apartment was performed in the fashionable now Loft style - one large studio kitchen. - Seryozha, I know about you with Lena. I have long followed you. You sleep with her, until I do not at home. - As if Cheky, Dima said every word. "Dima ... I wanted to tell you ... yes somehow ..." Sergey's voice trembled. He was confused. - New picture? - asked Dmitry and nodded to the easel with a clean sheet. "Yes ... I still don't know where to start ..." Sergey slowly approached the easel. - I will help you.
Shot came.