Without losing hope of continuing his career, Yuri Borisovich put his affairs in order and kept himself in shape. He had time to meet with his grown-up children and ex-wives. As a young and popular actor, Yurasik led an appropriate lifestyle. He was officially married four times. He couldn't say for sure how many affairs he had. He had three children that he was aware of. Perhaps the best thing he could do for his children was to be constantly absent and indifferent. All three were determined, independent, and principled. They didn't hold a grudge against their father, but none of them followed in his footsteps.
One day, there was a knock on Yuri Borisovich's door. A year ago, he would have ignored it, but now he was waiting for some kind of movement. Standing on the other side of the door was a very small girl. She was holding a red folder in her hands. She was wearing sneakers on her feet, which were almost covered by a long, floor-length skirt. Her top was an oversized gray sweater, with the sleeves folded almost in half. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, giving her a formal appearance. So are the large round glasses that cover almost half of your face and make your eyes look surprisingly large.
– Are you Yuri Borisovich? "What is it?" the girl asked.
"I'm not sure," the slightly offended popular actor, who was not recognized, decided to play the guest.
– How are you not sure?
– I'll clarify now. Today is Thursday. So I'm definitely Yuri Borisovich.
–Uh," the girl sighed with relief and walked into the apartment uninvited, kicking off her shoes at the threshold.
"Make yourself at home,– Yuri Borisovich said after her, closing the door, "don't be shy.
The girl went into the living room. She poured herself a glass of water from a large carafe and immediately drained it to the bottom. She sat on the sofa and waited for the landlord to sit next to her. Keeping a small distance, Yuri sat down on an armchair so that there was a coffee table between them. Seeing that the guest was distracted by the details of the interior, Yuri started the conversation first.:
– So which studio are you from?
– Not yet from which one. I brought you the script and I want you to read it.
"Well, you know, I'm kind of busy. I have now…
– Put everything aside. Read it. Come on, I'm waiting," the girl said imperiously, pushing a red folder across the table.