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A Tricky Game
Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova
© Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova, 2018
ISBN 978-5-4490-8473-6
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
FADE IN:
In the light of street lamps, big fluffy snowflakes swirl down, covering ground with a thin layer of snow.
MALE VOICE/DMITRY VORONOV (V.O.)
Before you, silently I sway.
In vain, I feel this agitation,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
I’m sure that I will never say,
What freely says imagination.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. NIGHTCLUB (MOSCOW) – NIGHT
A silver Bentley tears out of the night, WHIZZES along the curb and stops before the club, leaving an imprint of its tires in the new snow.
A stunning woman in her 30s, wearing an evening dress, – ANGELA – steps out of the car.
At the door to the club, a HOSTESS, a crimson-lipped smile attached to her otherwise expressionless face, welcomes Angela in.
INT. NIGHTCLUB (MOSCOW) – NIGHT
The insistent beats of MUSIC slam across the room.
Angela makes her way through the crowd of raving CLUBBERS and dancing STRIPPERS towards an elegant businessman in his late 40s, – KAZIMIR STANKEVITCH.
Seated at the table by the stage, Kazimir draws on his cigar, watching the movements of a STRIPPER#1, wrapping her tanned body around the pole.
Angela approaches Kazimir and extends her hand to him. He grabs it. His lips parted, Kazimir is about to impresses them on her hand, but Angela pulls it away.
KAZIMIR
(grinning)
Are you playing with me?
ANGELA
I think you enjoy being played with.