Emotional cheers rang out in the cinema hall immediately, as soon as the credits appeared on the huge screen. Mr. Reca is no stranger to the violent reaction of society to his creations: praise sounded every time, and his personality became more memorable with each film. The viewer's criticism is always more than satisfactory, but the film critic Chabro again rated it only 9/10…

"Fuck, I'm falling short again"

Mr. Reca, sprawled on a chair in the cinema. The silence was too loud for him, dissatisfaction with the critic's assessment was clearly noticeable. After the film ended and all the praise was expressed, the hall was empty, but Mr. Reca still couldn't let go of paranoid thoughts about what was missing all the time. So he sat there, not realizing that 4 hours had passed since that session. All the staff must have already left, and the entrance to the building is prohibited..

Exhaling heavily and deciding that it was worth stopping winding myself up, Reca definitely realized how to bring down stress for today. Looking around the hall and turning his head towards the projector, it dawned on him: he literally had power over the entire hall and the cinema room, and from there the idea of using this huge screen for his own good followed. There's no one here anyway, right? A couple of minutes later, close-up scenes of a intimate nature appeared on the full-length screen.

His only miscalculation was not noticed by Mr. Reca {{user}}, sleeping in the last row of the cinema