YANA. I’m shy.
MARK. Of course, you’re shy. But I want to remember.
ANYA. Mark asks Yana to touch him. Yana has already done that a couple of times. She touches him. Mark loves it. Mark doesn’t put the phone away.
MARK. Sit on my lap.
ANYA. Yana sits on his lap.
MARK. Take it off.
ANYA. Yana takes off her bra. Mark grabs the leftovers off the plate and slowly smears them all over Yana’s face, neck and her naked breasts. He keeps filming. She looks him in the eyes. Mark exhales. Yana looks away, starts laughing, gets up and reaches out to kiss Mark.
YANA. You crazy perv.
MARK. Don’t get me dirty.
14.
ANYA. Why did she go to that flat again?
MAYA. I don’t know. I’m afraid to know. How lonely she must have been. What she was hoping for. How she was trying to defend them. Didn’t know, didn’t hear, feared the flat host who was older. It was just once and would never happen again. That Ilya’s glance for a split second. Maybe this time he’d come up to hug and comfort her.
Max catches up with her in the doorway. He has been sent off for more booze.
MAX. Don’t go there.
YANA. Why wouldn’t I?
MAX. Please. They’re swines, today especially.
MAYA. Yana pauses to think for a second. And then sees Max’s lip trembling. He’s stoned again. And about to cry. Yana thinks some more.
YANA. That pussy is trying to save me?
MAYA. And says…
YANA. That’s because you act like a faggot.
MAYA. Takes away an expensive bottle from him and enters the flat first.
ILYA. Hey you, Yana-Hole.
MAYA. He has never called her that before.
YANA. What’s that?
ILYA. It’s alright. Come over.
MAYA. He’s plastered. He puts his arm around her and leads her to the room.