We talked with the casting director near the buffet.
She: Let’s go back to Moscow, let’s film the hospitals.
I: It is great! I’m going to meet some beautiful young pathologist.
Alina, knowing me well, sneezes and leaves. The buffetchica, not knowing me at all, asks:
Why a pathologist?
First of all, a doctor is a respected profession. Meat in the house.
(From the snow)