The director told me: late evening, dark, uninhabited. leaves the office of partners, carries work documentation, strongly wants to go home, the car with the driver stands under pairs. He opens the back door of the car, folds books into the pocket of the driver’s seat, clamps the door, begins to bypass the car from behind to sit on the other side. At this time, the car crashes abruptly from place and quickly hides from sight. She runs, shakes her arms and makes some sounds in the eyes of the amused bomziki. The bag is in the car, good that the phone was in the pocket.
Now the driver’s story. I stand waiting. It comes out. The driver is always behind. The door opened and my knees fell. I exploded, finally home! Here is a call. I see – she. I pull my head into my shoulders and look in the mirror with horror: Who is there?