[Aleksander]: Someone asked me to see if you'd model for some photos.
[Emma]: Ah.
[Emma]: Modelling...
[Emma]: Modelling...
[Aleksander]: Uuh... in a way, yes.
[Emma]: it's someone that changes clothes all the time, right?
[Emma]: Makeup, too?
[Aleksander]: And since you love dressing up...
[Aleksander]: Well, it's true. That's what a model is.
[Aleksander]: And a lot of people will be looking at you.
[Aleksander]: And you told me you like to do all sorts of things...
[Emma]: Yes, that's true...
[Emma]: More than I can ever dream to carry.
[Aleksander]: My fault?
[Emma]: The pockets and buttons are so funny!
[Emma]: They're all really nice to feel.
[Emma]: They're so soft.
[Emma]: This coat, for example, is so soft, I love it!
[Aleksander]: I'm glad you like them.
It's like burning...
[Aleksander]: The guy we met in the hall the other day...
[Aleksander]: Do you remember?
[Aleksander]: He's a photogra-
[Emma]: Is he, now...?
[Aleksander]: And you become a sign for high brand shops.
[Aleksander]: The shops on the big avenues.
[Aleksander]: In some big display...
[Aleksander]: There'll be gigantic pictures of you...
[Emma]: Woah!
[Emma]: You sure have a vivid imagination.
[Emma]: You should share it with me.
[Emma]: By the way...
[Emma]: If I like dressing up so much, it's only your fault.
[Emma]: All those clothes in the wardrobe...
[Emma]: You're the one that chose them.
[Emma]: I don't even know how many there are.
[Emma]: Today, your voice is shaky I feel.
[Emma]: ...Would you be happy?
[Aleksander]: It'd be nice, I think...
[Aleksander]: Well... I don't know...
[Aleksander]: I don't know anything about it.
[Aleksander]: I have no clue...
[Emma]: Really, I thought you knew everything...? But not that.
[Emma]: When I answer the phone at the station...
[Emma]: That means that...
[Emma]: Or serve tea for everyone...
[Aleksander]: Is that true?
[Emma]: Yes.
[Aleksander]: You might not be fit for that job, then...
[Aleksander]: And yet, you're so pretty...
[Aleksander]: Go ahead.
[Emma]: And if more people than I can count on my fingers and toes...
[Emma]: Were to look at me like a model...
[Emma]: ...Or listen to music...
[Emma]: You don't know either! You don't realise...
[Emma]: I don't even know which way is up!
[Emma]: My head's so busy...
[Emma]: That I feel like my eyes are like spinning tops!
[Emma]: Say...
[Emma]: Can I ask you something?
[Emma]: Why don't you sit next to me?
[Emma]: And let me feel your face, come on.
[Emma]: Stay close to me, alright?
"Her"
Emma, 21 years old She grew up fed with a silver spoon. She likes to "touch". She hates doctors. She likes wine and spirits. She likes herbal tea. She has three older sisters, two younger sisters, and a dog.
"Him"
Aleksander, 23 years old He's a civil protection officer in Sashenka's police station. He likes reading. He's not a morning person. He smokes Chesterfield. He likes Assam tea. His half sister works in a cabaret.
[Emma]: Well, well...
[Emma]: You shouldn't stay like that, a thousand steps away from me.
Veil 1; Body temperature of Orange - END
Aleksander conveys a photographer's modeling offer to Emma. As Emma questions the concept of modeling and her interest in clothes, she reminds him that he chose everything in her wardrobe. Confused by the idea of many people looking at her, Emma notices the hesitation in Aleksander's voice and asks him to sit beside her and allow her to touch his face to deepen their bond.
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