“The living room in Sirena’s apartment. The Kremlin chimes are striking, which makes one guess that Red Square is somewhere very close. At the open piano Victoria. Tchaikovsky sounds. Siren listens to her, sitting at a large table richly set for two people. Siren. Victoria, aren’t the verb “to be” and the verb “to have” the same thing? If I am in the present tense... No, let's say, in the past tense - I was, then I definitely had something... in the past... Victoria. These are different verbs. Music plays for a while...”