“First you need to feel the object, introduce yourself into the character, then feel the situation, and only then catch the flow and improvise... I am a man. Not very tall. Slim. With a narrow thoroughbred face. In fact, my object is fifteen kilograms heavier, but let everything remain as it is... I am standing barefoot on a garden path sprinkled with white sand. Hair is still damp after bathing. Right in front of me, parting the thickets of hydrangeas, the openwork dome of the gazebo smolders in gold. The entrance arch entwined with ivy is like a gate to heaven. I know, I can guess what awaits me inside, and this already makes me impatiently excited. I climb the ground stone steps and see Her. She, as always, is a little different and, as always, still the same. She smells like sex and flowers. I'm glad it's her..."