Marina. Where did you see my ex again?
Frolov. Sergey is tending the winter garden in the city park. The beat cop said that he struggled to find a job after the nervous breakdown but there are some good people in this world.
Marina. A gardener then. I wish he’d go to hell.
Frolov takes a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket, pops it open, and fills the glasses.
Marina. Let’s drink to our engagement, Igor.
Frolov. To our bright future!
Outside the windows, there is a flash of lightning, the thunder rumbles in the distance, and it starts to pour.
Frolov. It’s Kupala Night. You aren’t a witch, are you?
Marina. Maybe. [She kisses Frolov.]
Frolov. You stole my heart and now you’re taking my soul.
Marina. I always get what I want. Take what you can. Give nothing back. That’s a rule of thumb.
Frolov. I am yours, and you are mine.
Late in the evening. Sergey is standing in the pouring rain in front of the Fleur de Lys Art Studio. There is a light in the windows. Sergey is clasping an object wrapped in fabric.
Sergey. I will catch a beam of sunlight and give it the shape of the royal golden lily. Fleur de Lys. «I see a golden lily in my sleep, the golden lily longs for me and weeps…»
Sergey unfolds the fabric. He is now holding his Benelli M4 shotgun. He loads a magazine and goes inside.
Curtain.