Finding Fanny Page #6

Excuse me,

sir.

We're looking for Stefanie Fernandes.

Of course, you are.

She's waiting for you.

You must come in, please.

Come,

come.

Welcome to my home!

She married a foreigner? - No.

He's a bloody hippie.

Russian. I'll handle it.

What is he talking?

What do you want my friend?

An umbrella would be nice,

but we're looking for...

What's her name?

- Stefanie Fernandes.

This is her husband,

he wants to tell her that.

Not like that.

This morning, Stefanie Fernandes...

runs away with my umbrella.

With your umbrella?

This morning?

You must all sit.

I come back.

Any pictures of Fanny?

I can't really tell.

My name is Vladimir llyanova.

But you can call me Vladimir llyanova.

Both.

Hey you?

Why you have brought

yellow flowers to my house.

Don't you know it's bad luck?

They are for Fanny.

What is funny?

Fanny.

- This is not funny.

Stefanie Fernandes, remember?

Sir, Stefanie Fernandes your wife?

My wife...

My wife is in Russia, long dead.

And my mother...

Can I offer...

Why are you doing this to me?

Please take them outside.

Excuse me.

This man has come looking

for Stefanie Fernandes.

You know her, right?

Vladimir?

Vladamir.

My mother named me Vladimir. - Sir.

You bought this house

from Stefanie Fernandes?

20 more years ago.

Wonderful lady.

She moved to Tivoli...

that is few hours on

the other side from here.

The government made a lot of problems.

"about selling to a foreigner.

But... I had married an Indian.

So... I got lucky.

Lovely lady Stefanie Fernandes.

Just star-t the car when I tell you.

Savio.

- Yes.

Thanks.

For what?

I love her.

I really love her.

Hey, Savio.

Tell you a secret?

Yeah...

You know Albert and

I were shippies together.

Rosa | ina's husband, Albert.

I heard.

We sailed together that last time...

just before he never came back.

So you were on the ship when he died.

He didn't die.

He did not die.

- What?

Just never came back.

Just wrote her a letter saying

he's never coming back.

Gave me to give her.

But... wasn't there a big memorial?

Rosalina, the pregnant widow...

Husband buried at sea.

He found a girl in Madagascar.

Jumped ship, disappeared.

What I mean is why tell such a big lie?

Of course.

Pride.

Her bloody pride.

That's why she hates me, you know.

Because I am the only one who knows.

Apart from her and Albert.

Now you know.

That explains her bitterness.

Promise you won't tell her.

Then why you told me?

Be nice to her.

Sometimes.

Sometimes.

When I was small,

I used to be an angel...

in feasts.

Do you want to hear a song?

Okay then.

Either this car doesn't use petrol...

or we need to get some

when we get to Tivoli.

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