Nemirni Page #4

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.. the minute I saw her going out with that

Milan Djordjevic guy, son of a drunkard from 28.

And what are you doing, young

man? What is police doing about it?

Bogdan, are you completely sure they didn't steal our Peugeot?

- What!

Avala, do you hear me? Any news?

Did some investigation. Vera Bogojevic's

mother claims she left with Milan Djordjevic.

The one who died in the accident?

- Yes. You have full description of her...

Her parents are here. If you have her arrested,

please tell her that her parents have forgiven her.

Ok. Have them announce

that on Radio Belgrade.

Are you alone.

- Yes.

Move on.

What is that awful smell? Sea fish.

Sorry, we're closing.

- Police.

Feel comfortable, please.

- We need an information from you.

What would've happened

if he caught us together?

It's still ticking very fast.

Do you have an ID?

- No.

Nowadays people don't carry their ID's and

when they do someone else's photograph is on it.

Do you still think I lied

to you about my real name?

Sure. Every girl that wanders

down the road late at night...

...lies about her real name, name of her

father, mother, address, city, nationality...

That's why I'm not asking you

who you are and where you're from.

She went with the freezer

driver. She's not even 16.

Are you sure? I saw

her with my own eyes.

When did that happen?

About one hour ago.

Are you feeling better?.

I'm still having a headache.

I'd like to help you.

Kiss me.

If you order me to.

- I do.

I'm not the person you think I am.

Who are you?

I am a real girl.

- Real girl?

I've never been with a man before.

And you've never been kissed, either?

No. That doesn't make much sense.

In Belgrade there are girls

who strip in front of men.

I would die of shame

doing something like that.

In city you'll learn that

people don't die that easily.

Why are you scaring

me with your stories?

You'll see.

My father told me that, if it becomes

very difficult for me I can return home.

I met a lot of girls

who came to big city.

They were just like you.

Never stripped in front of men.

They were very ashamed.

And do you know where are they know?

- Where?

Six feet under.

Why are you talking like

this? Because I know the city.

A man looks you in the

eye and says:
I'm Peter.

But he's not Peter. Or Pavle. Or

any other name that starts with P.

If things were really like that

people wouldn't live their lives.

Is that what the

forester's daughter says?

You see, people do live their lives...

...when they take their masks off and when

they stop pretending they're someone else.

C'mon, tell me your real

name? Does it start with P.?

I've told you already.

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