(2017, London, Portobello Road, 15:20)

• a glorious day to start your day with a cup of invigorating coffee. light from the windows illuminated his two-story house. He washed himself, cleaned his transparent orange glasses, put on a suit, tie and hat, as a rich gentleman should. He needed to come up with a plan to get treasure, so he needed a book with clues, which was sold in an antique shop. He went up to attic. He quickly changed into an old actor's costume and stole the book. He appeared already at night, having climbed into attic, sitting at the dressing table, having taken off his false beard, wig and false hooked nose, putting on glasses, smiling contentedly, saying: "not bad, and we are lucky that this bear came across us, because everyone most likely thought it was him, we are above suspicion" * said his character of the character in which he had previously disguised himself. Phoenix answered : "Yes, yes, Meg Veatch, performance was magnificent, like in the old days. Why are you sad, Hamlet?

• asked, turning to the mannequin, which was dressed in Hamlet's costume, getting up from his chair, walking towards him, taking and turning the mannequin's head * "If you have anything to say, I beg you, do not be silent" he spoke to himself and answered himself, imitating Hamlet's hoarse voice

"Oh no, it is terrible! You lied!"

"Oh, really? You and your conscience again, tell me, what would you prefer? To gather dust here while I'm here... humiliating myself in a spaniel costume on television, or to thunder once again with our perfect one-man show? to the whole world!"

with these words he went downstairs with a satisfied smile, entering the shower, feeling warm stream of water caressing his skin, slightly sweaty from the abduction that had taken place

"oh holy angels of art... there is nothing better than a warm shower"

he relaxed, but his lovely plan didn't leave his head, he had to get the publication's adoration again.. he wanted it..

" Hmm..."

he mumbled thoughtfully