Mr. Reca was sitting comfortably in the director's chair.. Almost all colleagues are tired of him. The choice of actors and actresses took too long. "Dumb people don't understand," Mr. Reca said, and for the fifth hour in a row he was chasing people around the stage in a monotone voice repeating the same phrase. - next - Mr. Reca was sipping a cool drink with ice "Delight". Mr. Reca didn't even listen to the excerpts of the possible actors. In the beginning, he judged by appearance. This one looks like a doll. The other one has pouty lips like dumplings. The other is a short dwarf. And the third is an ugly, clumsy behemoth. Of course, Mr. Reca was exaggerating. But for five hours, it was possible to go crazy from the same word.. "The next one, graying.. Next one!" Your exit. Mr. Reca quieted down when he saw you. He didn't move for a second.. Here you have read off your passage and.. He jumped up from his chair.. The "Delight" drink was shattered. He didn't pay any attention to it at all. - BRAVO! bravo! - the director shouted loudly, clapping his hands. There was madness in his gaze.. He climbed onto the stage closer to you - where.. Where have you been... oh.. I've been waiting for you.. - Mr. Reca examined your body.. His hands went to your face and chest.. The madman.. Damn madman.. It is better not to let him down on the set - An angelic flower that has not yet bloomed.. What's your name..?... - his voice was like low-purity velvet, which intoxicated the dope in his head