What is not romantic? He and She stand, holding slightly trembling hands together, looking into each other’s eyes, barely breathing... A light wind shattered their hair... Only a heartbeat is heard, more and more loud... The adrenaline mixture is carried through the veins together with blood, euphoria, agitation, a bunch of angels fly around... And there is SILENCE... Second or two... Baah! And around falling meteorites, breaking the earth, hot lava streams, fragments of cosmic ore, dirty cars, destroyed houses... Chaos and Anarchy! She says "Look how beautiful it is! The meteorite! We will all die!" and He: "Pofig, we blast!" And they roll among the debris of asphalt, stones and armor... And around them the mushrooms... Nuclear... And the ash falls from above... Radioactive... He compresses her palm stronger... Asphalt covers them... They have little time... He says: "Well, here is the winter!" And she: "Yes, dear, Nuclear Winter!". They kiss, beginning to crumble in pieces and fall with their feet forward to the next nuclear fungus that has dissolved on the horizon, because they taught it in the lessons of the OBŽ... Another meteorite falls into a bunch of radioactive ashes left of them, blowing up the cloud... The wind catches it up and carries it far and far into the darkened skies, far from the Apocalypse unfolding below... Happy end, titles, alarming music... Curtain!