Orangelove

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Today is my first

day without her.

It's so cold.

I'm ashamed of every breath

without her.

I steal every one.

And again and again...

No, that's not me.

It's just a reason for

a photograph.

That's how that day began.

Katya, have you finished

your solo?

I can't work like this.

Stop. Intermission...

Igor, do something with

your colleague.

She's... she's distracting us...

I can hear it,

it drills into my head.

First volta, second bar.

But we agreed

at the beginning...

we agree, called. Why...?

Come here!

Come on! Come you shithead!

Kolya, please,

you can see he's drunk.

I'll kill him.

She's a simple girl,

plays the cello.

I'm going crazy about him,

you know?

During sex,

she never closes her eyes.

You know that kind of look...

She's very strong.

I'm even afraid sometimes.

I want him.

I don't know how this whole

story will end, but...

We'll definitely never

forget one another.

Open up...

Open up...

Open the door!

Open up... Open the door!

Help me.

Help! Help me!

Open up!

Hello. Hi.

Are we not mistaken,

do you really exchange

an apartment for love here?

Actually you may

keep your love,

if you really have it.

Anything else?

Yes, please,

fresh orange juice and coffee.

Yes, of course... excuse me.

Don't worry, it happens.

So, what do we have here

with the apartments?

Put away your gun. Roman...

So. We have to decide about

the apartment...

Uh-huh.

First about the apartment,

shall we?

Go ahead, I'm all ears.

Go ahead...

Go ahead...

First, there's

that crazy old woman

with her small flat in the slum

and the old KGB colonel...

You know, I'd prefer some

old woman without any superstitions,

and a three-room apartment,

in the center of the city,

for the same price.

Miracles don't happen.

Of course they do.

No, they don't.

- They do.

In matters of housing,

definitely not.

Although, for those

who believe in miracles...

an apartment in in the center

of the city with a bank account.

Only those really in love

are welcome to apply.

Phone number and address.

An interesting offer,

but not enough.

For love - it's very little.

But Roman,

you yourself wanted it.

You are so sly!

Don't shoot me any more.

Please...

Listen, let's go to my place.

It's so nice there.

I've got half a bottle of whiskey,

fresh bathrobes...

we'll draw a bath

...launch your boat and...

Let's go!

Then it's either the

old woman or the colonel.

Katya, listen,

I stopped believing a long

time ago in all these free apartments,

trips to the Canary Islands,

dollars...

and you know why?

No, I don't.

Because in any country,

in any city,

in any spot on the globe you

ought to remember one thing:

"Free cheese can be

only in a mousetrap."

Don't you know that?

All these stories end

very simply -

You get your money taken away,

that's all.

Stupidly, cynically,

routinely, understand?

Do you love me?

First of all it's a game.

You can't come in.

The game has rules.

The first rule:
No contacts

with the outside world.

No TV, no phone, no pager -

no contact at all.

Rule number two:

You live in

this apartment together.

This game is for those

who need only each other.

It's so easy to live...

I can hear you.

You can hear me.

Tell me...

Was it always this way?

Always.

I don't want to be a mystery.

But I want to

remain enigmatic.

Don't ask me what

you don't want to hear.

And I'll answer

all of your questions.

So, what's the prize?

After my death you become

the owners of the apartment

and of all my savings.

Around two hundred thousand euros.

And I have only about

Maybe less...

(make me happy)

You'll receive a letter

informing you of my death...

This will mean

the game is over.

And you will become owners

of all my property.

Okay, I got it.

We'll think it over...

Thank you in advance.

Katya, let's go.

Once I left too.

And I never

had a second chance.

And?

My lover died in

that apartment.

Well, I hope there's

no blood on the walls

Or brains smeared

all over the titles.

I gave him a piano.

The piano was delivered

in the rain in that container.

That day we found out he

had AIDS.

Every morning he nailed

a board to the window.

When the window disappeared...

so did I.

So, it's a choice between

an old Advetist-woman

and a surrealist old man.

Stop it. Okay, okay.

But damn it, we have to know

where we're going to live?!

Yes. But candor for candor.

I also have

the right to know

who's going to live in

my apartment and spend my money.

Okay.

How did you meet?

In a tram.

No. it was earlier.

In a hospital.

Don't.

What?

It's raining anyway.

You love. Why?

That's it.

Come here, a bit closer.

You know,

I've got this feeling

we'll part soon.

Why?

Katya.

Stop.

I don't think so.

I think we're doing to live

like in a fairy tale,

a long and happy life,

and die on the same day.

Because our guardian angels

have already arranged it.

Now it's up to us.

Let's not look ahead.

You know, when there's

too much of everything around,

I run.

From yourself?

No, towards myself.

You're crazy!

You're

not afraid of anything.

I'm afraid of everything.

Really.

I'm afraid of cars.

When I was a child,

my parents and I were in a car crash.

And ever since then,

I've been very afraid.

Then after the orphanage,

I was afraid of people.

Didn't know

how to talk to them.

Thought they

looked down on me.

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