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She. Invent?
He. Ivent.
She. Ivent?
He. Intent! I intent go with you!
She. It is not nesessary. Just show me the right direction.
He. No, I will go with you. It is dark. Wind. Scared shadow. Suspishion sounds. We are arounds criminals. And inwaiders. And zombys may be.
She. I don’t beleve in zombys. Munster is calm small town.
He. So why evere 20 minute I ear sound of the police car? I-u, I-u, I-u?
She. May be it is every time was the same police car?
He. O, it is serjant Muller is driving to the bakery! He is always driwe this way, newer mind.
She. You are fanny. Where you from?
He. I am from Russia. Vodka and balalaika is what another names of my country.
She. You are not so funny now.
He. I am trying.
She. Why? Just show me my hotel!
He. We are going to you hotel. It is nere. This town really small. Lake and curch. And complete town between Lake and curch. Your hotel is nere the church. Do you saw church?
She. Yes.
He. Do you saw cages under the churches roof?
She. Cages?
He. Cages. Sells. (crossing fingers) Hanging cages.
She. No I didnt sea it.
He. This cages for unabuptisest. They was execute at this cages.
She. You know so much about this sity.
He. God bless wikipedia! Do you know that Munster is best raining town at Germany?
She. Best raining? Whan is it mean?
He. Most raining.
She. It is not raining.
He. You just luky. They say
She. Is it church you talk me about?
He. Yes. Do you see it? Three hanging cages under the roof. They hangs this poor unabaptises here. And they sitting in cage above sun and rain before they die and they became to sceletons.
She. Why they not get away this cages.
He. May be waiting for another unabaptizes.
She. It is not funny.
He. You rigth. I am sorry. Here is your Hotel.
She. This is not my hotel.
He. Really? You sad Munster hotel. This is Munster Hotel
She. This is «Muvenpik hotel».
He. O. It is. It is not my fault. It is you with your dead anabaptizes comfused me.
She. Am I? Are you kiddin? I am leaving.
He. Wait! I khow where is your hotel. I have help you. I am sorry. My behavour was really stupid. It is just my broken English. I fill my awkwardness, and I traing to be funny.
She. Please, don’t try so hard any more! Just consentrate and say me: where is my hotel?
He. There! Not. There. There, may be.
She. You have no idea where is my hotel?
He. A-A-A. Yes.
She. Okey. Where is your hotel? We can go there and call the cab.
He. I don’t know where is it.
She. What we will do now?
He. Just walking, I suppose. Sunrise is come in.
She. Okey. Go.
Pause.
He. I think…
She. Please, stop talking. I am tired from your funny jokes.
He. It is not joke. Its…
She. Shut up!
He. Okey. Jupiter, you hangry… o, you angry, so you not right.
She. Sut the fuck up!
Pause.
She. Okey. What do you want tell me. I hope it will be important information.
He. I don’t know, important it is or not, but I think… What if this night is just my dream.
She. What?
He. Don’t interrupt me, please. What if now I am sleeping at my bed at Moscow and see you, my imagery love.
She. I am not your imagery love, you, idiot!
He. Prove this.
She. What?
He. If you is not my dream, prove this.
She. How?
He. Kiss me. If you is my dream, I will wake up. Is always happened when I see my imagery love.
She. Okey. But if you will not wake up, You kill youself.
He. Kleopatras condition. I agry, my qween.
She. No. I will not kissing you. It was joke. I traing to be funny, like you.
He. How disappointed.
She. I am not sorry.
He. Do you see it?
She. What is this? You find my hotel?
He. Not! It is cemetery! Graveyard.
She. I know, what is mean cemetery. So what!
He. You are not understand. At this cemetery burned Mundog.
She. You sad, Dog? Is this a cemetery for animals?
He. No! Mundog! Is the greate musishion, they called them «Viking from sixth Awenu».
She. Why he did burned here?
He. It is long story, but we are not harry?
She. Forget about, wikienziklopedist. Hey! Where you going?
He. At cemetery. I have to find Mundogs grave.
She. No. Don’t live me here.
He. I ll be back soon. Or you can go with me. Foto me nere the his grave.
She. No. You stupid Russian. Stay with me.
He. What do you say?
She. Stay with me.
He. Not, before it. You sad, «Stupid Russian».
She. I sad it becose you…
He. May be you think all Russian is stupid?
She. No.
He. Are you hate Russian?
She. What? No!
He. May be you nazi?
She. I am not!
He. So why you called me stupid Russian?
She. I am just…
She grabs her head and kiss her. Kiss — 20—30 second.
He. And I was not wake up. It is not dream.