— My God, who wrote this? Is there a screenwriter here at all? Nikita shook his head nervously, trying to drive away the nonsense that, in his opinion, he had just read in the script

— I'm a screenwriter. the girl came forward and reached for the script in his hands — What's wrong?

Nikita stood silently for a while, staring at the girl, and then continued, but more gently

— Right here... he came a little closer to her and pointed his finger at a place in the script — This is some amazing shit.