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BORIS: The night was cold and clear… All clung to the campfire and each other… (Boris moves closer to Raiechka)

RAECHKA: Dima brought out his guitar and started to play…

BORIS: We all sang… Let us sing our favorite song?

RAECHKA: “My dearest”? I’ve forgotten the words.

BORIS: I have them right here… Happy Birthday Raechka!

(Low music from CD disk…BORIS and RAECHKA listen to the music)

THE END

MICHAEL: Thirty years old, he is in T shirt, shorts, and slippers.

JULIA: Thirty five years old, she is dressed to the nines.

Sunlight streams into Michaels neatly maintained apartment. A large brass ships bell hangs on the wall as well as some nautical scenes and stuff. There is a sofa with at least one throw pillow on it. Michael is hurriedly choosing a necktie. He lays the tie on a chair where already neatly is hung a white shirt and business suit

Knocking at the door.

MICHAEL: Come in! It’s unlocked!

JULIA: (enters and surveys the scene)

MICHAEL: Hi, Julia!… I’m sorry! Today will be fast… I have a business meeting.

JULIA: Well, well!

MICHAEL: I have a business appointment in an hour. I’ve already shaved and showered. (Motioning to a closed door) Ah…I’ve pulled down the bed covers…you can undress in there, while I find some black socks.

Julia, pouting, plunks her self down on the sofa.

MICHAEL: Julia! What’s the matter?

JULIA: With me?….Nothing! Absolutely nothing.

Julia resolutely makes herself more comfortable on the sofa using the throw pillows. Michael comes to Julia. He tenderly strokes her hair. He moves a few strands of hair away from her ears

MICHAEL: You want me to undress you, just like I did after we met on the “Dating Show”?

JULIA: No… I don’t want…

MICHAEL: Remember, we just had to decide so fast… had to rely just on “chemistry”. Man did I think it was a dumb TV show! But Tom and Ann persuaded me to go…and now look! Almost two whole years together. What a good match we turned out to be.

JULIA (cynically): Ya’ think so?

MICHAEL: You don’t agree?…You’re mad because I have to hurry out!

JULIA: What do you think? I only come here three times a week, and now you have scheduled something more important than me… Where are you going, anyway?

MICHAEL (condescendingly, slowly): I explained. I-have-a-business-meeting…

JULIA(suspiciously): You’re sure? This is really “a-business-meeting”?

MICHAEL: Really Julia…I have missed you.

JULIA (cynically) I didn’t notice.

MICHAEL: You don’t believe me…I’ll prove it to you…take your clothes off.

JULIA: Earlier you’ve never had “business meetings”. Now practically every time you have a “business meeting”!

MICHAEL: Earlier, I didn’t have such difficult and important situations, as I do now…I have more responsibility… Now let’s move on to our “business”.

JULIA: Now you talk about “our business”…earlier you called it different.

Michael tries to hug Julia. Julia pushes him away

MICHAEL (surprised): Hold up! What is this?

JULIA: Don’t touch me… Do you remember the “Sacred Trip” you talked about right as we walked off the TV set?

MICHAEL: I didn’t really know what I meant by “A Sacred Trip”… Just wanted to get the sex going…

JULIA: We giggled together while we scrubbed the make up off… You stuffed the roses the show host gave us in your vest pocket and we went for coffee with Ann and Tom.

MICHAEL: I remember how long we had to talk and moon at the restaurant before they decided it was time to go.

JULIA: Our journey started as we flouted from the sofa to your bed…

MICHAEL: I was floating….drifting… to you…

(Pause)

JULIA: Me too. (Beat) Now it’s turned into an obligation… We never sit on the sofa…You never light candles. Right to bed… Our trip lasts only fifteen minutes.

MICHAEL: Julia, that’s a terrible way to talk! We are fine together.

JULIA (cynically): You’re fine!

MICHAEL: You don’t get any kind of pleasure?…Some..?

JULIA: Cosmic flood?… Ecstasy?… Vibrations?… Needling Sensation?…Well….

MICHAEL: Well…what more can I do?

JULIA: Value me more… Why don’t you ring the ships bell anymore?

MICHAEL: I will ring it… on my own yacht…

JULIA: Yacht!… Where…?

MICHAEL: Soon we will really be floating on the waves. I’ve always dreamed of sleeping on a boat…

JULIA: Where is the money… for this yacht?