evening musical concert of the Great Palace of Culture.

in the center of the grand assembly hall, a dim, warm yellow chandelier with crystal elements made of gold suddenly flared up. the red velvet, which covered all the seats of the Palace, shone with imperceptible iridescence, resembling a wine shade. huge curtains began to tighten, meeting at the center of the stage. most of the people who had previously been sitting in their seats began to rise, following the cascading stairs up, going out into the foyer.

intermission.

leaving the third tier of the balcony, a woman goes out into a small corridor. ringing female laughter, a low velvety male voice, quiet music in the background, the clink of glasses of champagne ... a cacophony of sounds sounds in her ears when she steps a little further from a small group of stately women, going around them. a slender figure in an elegant red dress looked like a new Ferrari. the velvety fabric, already shining under the moonbeams, stretches over the cold tiles. she went out onto a small balcony, from which the night city was visible, from a small hill. a cool breeze blew her curls while she moved on high black heels further and further, to the railing, wanting to lean on it.

-Lady...

a low male voice comes straight from behind. it does not frighten her. fascinates. turning around, she notices that the hem of her dress is hanging on his fingertips. he lifted the fabric, noticing that the corner of the door was about to touch it. no way. he's not going to watch an expensive dress get torn.