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Since September last year I do
nothing but waiting for a man.

On his call, or his visit.

I just kept working, I went
to the movies, went shopping, I read.

But everything I did...

...seemed far away
of reality.

I have vague memories
to my life back then.

When I lie awake, I often think about Porto.
I was there on vacation before I saw him.

Then I think of what I did
where I walked.

And to my room
in the annex of the hotel Albar.

Then I'll list everything that was there.

All objects, for example.

And I think about everything I did
before I went to that dinner...

...where I first saw him
with friends.

Everything that happened
before we met.

Like I like it that way
can experience again.

I want to go back to that room
at that hotel in Porto. That keeps me busy.

Since he left
is all i do and think...

...a kind of repetition of time
before I saw him.

Like I'm the past tense
to bring it back to the present.

An opening to happiness.

You know I would never ask you anything.

But do you really have to leave?
-Yes.

Is your homework done?
-Yep.

Just say 'yes.'

What did you eat at school?
-Nothing. There was ratatouille. dog food.

Oh, Paul.

Stay with me in Hiroshima.

He comes to me.

Then he grabs my shoulders...

...and kisses me.

Then he kisses me
and I am lost.

Is there no range here?
-No idea. Did you like it?

Him, not her.
-How's that?

It's always the same in those movies.

A beautiful woman who does all that
finds normal. A man's fantasy.

Some women never find love
no matter how beautiful they are.

And less beautiful women
who deserve love...

...you never see it.
-You think about it too much, Hélène.

Come on, let's have a drink.

Really, everyone does it.
There are thousands of apps for that.

You can see who's single around
also in your area.

Really, give it a try.

I don't do it, but my sister
has one friend after another.

It actually seems like something to me.

Why should I try?
-Because you're single.

What now, single?
-You rarely see that man.

you are very different
than that woman in that movie.

Shall we?

He has a lovely body
and a nice ass.

Okay, that's important too.
-Not you, I don't know you.

A man in love, does it really
his eyes close to a kiss?

Oh Helene. Stop it.

He is married,
he goes back to Russia.

Be real.
-I am also.

We'll stop talking about it. Cheers.

I'm not in love with him.
-No not at all.

You are rather in love with love.

I recently grabbed a glass of whiskey
in the kitchen.

I suddenly had to think
to an aunt of mine.

My mother told her that she was her lover
saw in the afternoon.

The whole village knew about it
and whispered about it.

I wonder if they judged her
for her infidelity...

...or because she was making love
instead of cleaning the windows.

I felt a lot of satisfaction
when I thought of her.

That's always nice. I mean...

Women who have something in their head...

...who flee their easy life,
their husbands are unfaithful.

And then fuck a slacker
which has nothing to offer.

And thank you, huh.
-I don't mean you.

A strong woman who enters in 1660
against its conventional environment.

Hello?
-How is it going?

Good.

And with you?
-Also fine.

What are you doing?
-I'm working.

Can I see you?
-Yes. Now?

In 20 minutes. Good?
-Yes. I'll be ready.

I want you.

Mom.

I've been waiting for hours.
-What time is it?

Really so irritating.

It's not so bad?

We can only name things,
very banal and precise...

...to make sure
that we don't forget anything.

Don't forget anything.

Where are my soccer shorts?
-Your pants? That is on...

Have you lost it?
-No, I'll find him.

Who is that guest?

There is no guest.

I've been dreaming about it for days
to kiss you.

Everything fine?
-Yes.

I've never felt this with anyone.

Fucking you is so delicious.

Poetry aims to be poetic.

And no poem is so beautiful,
noble and worthy of the name 'poetry'...

...like a poem written
for the joy of writing.

Baudelaire knew that.

He was stigmatized, humiliated,
reviled just because he wrote.

Aphra Behn, whom we are discussing today,
was even called a prostitute...

...a hermaphrodite, a monster between
husband and wife in because she wrote.

And?
-Why, and?

What do you mean?

I've been driving like crazy
to come here.

This is for you.

A note.

You can only read it
when you're in your car.

Throw it out the window if you want,
or tear it up.

But you don't have to.
-How sweet.

tell your wife
that you bought a new T-shirt.

I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERY DAY

My friend is gone.
-I can give you a mask.

And additional points.
-I do not know.

I am very tired.
I take antidepressants.

I think that can be seen.
My hair isn't far away.

I'll take care of you. Just relax.

Where did I leave my bag?
-There.

Bye.

It's snowing today.

It's going to rain in Moscow.

The sun shines.

The weather is nice.

I'm working with a writer
named Aphra Behn.

Did I already tell you
that she was spying too?

She had two names.

Who was she spying on?
-The last time at the Belgian court.

There she was arrested
and then she started writing.

Do you also have two names?

Do you think I'm a spy?

What do you do at the embassy?

I work there as a security guard, you know that.

I work with important people.
They talk about money and power.

They are obsessed with Putin.
It's quite complicated.

How did you get there?
Were you in jail?

What does that tattoo represent?

This one?
That's a wheel.

They spin together
but against each other.

It's water and fire.

Just like you.

Like us.

French people are afraid.

for what?

For Russians or Russia.
Before war. For all.

Not you.

That's why I like you so much.

And you?

Aren't you afraid of me?

Say it.
-I'm not afraid of you, Helene.

And now as if you mean it.

I'm not afraid of you, Helene.
-Without laughing.

I'm not afraid of you, Helene.

So you want to know...

...if I'm a spy.

My father used to...

...that my brother and I
were going to do something important.

Like in your books.

Then we went bird hunting...

...and he told us to be patient
should have and listen.

He taught us to be discreet,
to observe.

But I didn't want to listen.
I'd rather pick berries.

Did you give it to your mother?

I used to fight a lot.
She just congratulated the winner.

Then she said, 'You must be the strongest,
not the weakest.'

In Russia we don't like to be weak.

You know I'm very happy
that I see you, Aleksandr.

I don't care about the rest.

That you're married, that I'm not you
can call, write or text.

That you decide when we see each other.
I do not care.

I don't know when we'll see each other again.

I'm gone for three weeks
maybe even longer. With my wife.

Thank you.
That's very nice of you.

Shall we go on vacation tomorrow?
To Florence?

Well?
-I have to go to school, you know that, right?

You forgot the alarm clock yesterday.
-You still have plenty of time.

You are free on Friday.
Then you only miss two days.

And you have no exams yet.

We're not going far
I'll write a note.

I do not feel like it.

Come on, honey.

Paul.

Why is that white?
Why is that white and not brown?

Write all the leftists in town
everything on the church wall.

And then the priest comes
out in the morning...

...to paint that over.

Honey, what is it?

Listen. Make three wishes.

One of them will come true,
if you really believe in it.

Cheer up, don't cry.

Shall we?
-I'll be right there.

come on.

If you study ancient literature...

...you need to know something first
about the writer's life.

A recognizable and vague universe
to enter that which lies beneath ours...

...and at the same time seems strange.

So, how does life look
of a writer?

Helen, are you okay?

Can I see you?

Excuse me.

It's been three weeks.

Are not you scared
that someone will see us now?

New.

Where have you been with your wife?
-Why do you want to know that?

So that I can see it before me.

Lake Baikal, in southern Siberia.

Near Mongolia.

The oldest and deepest lake in the world.
It is considered a god.

It is sacred and ancient.

Buryat tribes live there.

They believe there are old ghosts
in the deep water houses...

...that protect them.

What are you doing?

I'm filming you so I can see you
when you are gone.

They raise horses and goats.
They seem to be perfectly happy.

Shall we go there too?

Did you miss me?

Yes.

Really bad.

Do you go out on the street in a skirt like that?

Yes.

Are you jealous?

Any man can see your ass.
-Yeah so?

Well, you don't have to
to wear outside.

So I have to hide there
and wait for you?

I don't want you to look slutty.

Do I sometimes give my opinion about you?

You drink quite a lot.
Soon you will have an accident.

Then you kill someone, or yourself.
Am I saying something about that?

Take off and never put this on again.

I have a lot of respect for sluts.

What are you doing?

I love you baby.
You are my Everything.

Eat your fruit, then sleep.
You have to get up early tomorrow.

Can I stay with Antoine on Thursday?

When is Thursday?
-What kind of a question is that?

That is between Wednesday and Friday.

Everything fine?
-Yes.

You haven't said yet
if you come Friday.

I'll have to see if I can.
-Do your best.

Yes, you are right.

All I want is to see him.
Do you understand?

I don't want to do anything else.
Only see him, all day.

This morning I was...

An incorrigible villain, he lives
from his stepmother's credit card.

That weekend it will be very intense.

He decides his stepmother
to enjoy it for a while.

You didn't call me.

So that you think of me
and dreams of me, Mrs Augouste.

Thank you.

And it's not Mrs Augouste,
but Mrs. Auguste.

I dreamed about us yesterday.

There were a lot of people.
I have forgotten their faces.

We were in a big car.

There was a mysterious man behind it
The wheel. I saw him from behind.

I only saw his neck.

He took complicated roads.

You sat next to me and said nothing.

Until the man took a turn and I a huge,
beautiful landscape loomed.

I suddenly felt weightless,
like I was flying.

I think I actually flew.

And the others? Where was I?

No idea,
they were gone at the end.

You were gone too.

You've never said
what you drink for breakfast.

Coffee.

Don't you eat anything?

New.

Does your wife make you coffee?

New.

Where do you live in Russia?
Which street in Moscow?

Tverskaya, in the center.

Come here.

Are you going to Russia for Christmas?
With your wife?

He is very different from me. He keeps
of Dior clothing, of large cars.

He drives very fast
blinks his lights, and says nothing.

Like he enjoys being free and good
dressed to drive on a French highway.

He hates books and intellectual matters.
He likes Hollywood pulp and Putin.

And that doesn't interest me.
-But he's married and younger than you.

So what?

With the library of the Arsenal.

The Collected Works of Aphra Behn,
the British writer, is not available.

Okay.
-There is a copy in Antwerp...

...at the library
by Hendrick Consciense.

Thanks, but I can't talk right now.
-Okay. Sorry to bother you.

Bye.

I love you.

I love you.

I sometimes quite often with my wife.

Sometimes often?

What does that mean?
Does she turn you on like me?

How do I know this isn't
was the last time?

I have to go. Do not call me.

Is that an order?

Say it won't be the last time.

Stay here sometime. This one night.
-Do not act so childish.

Stop.

stay. Here you go.

Did you lock the door?

Why do you look like you don't care?

Why do you keep waiting?
You don't do anything else.

I do not know.

What else should I do?
-Do you want to know what I think?

Men get what they want.
Then they panic and get mean.

That goes for yours and mine.
Mine doesn't have the nerve to leave.

Everything is happening. Feminists leave
hear from themselves. I agree with them.

We've waited ages for this.

We need men for sex,
to live, for everything.

To drive you crazy.

But that's not the point.

Feminists also become submissive
when they are in love.

Happens often enough.
-I don't know. Or you're just blind.

Maybe he doesn't love you.

Sorry. I'm not exactly moving
in a position to criticize you.

Where are you playing today?
-Not place, but position.

Okay, what position?
-Rush hour.

Near the opponent's goal.
-Okay, so that's your plan today.

I'd like to see that.

Sure you can't?
-No, I have to continue with my investigation.

You said that last time.

No, that was a lie last time.
Now it really is.

Maybe it's a lie now too.
-I'll come and see for real next time.

Promised.

That's what you said last time.

Malo's mother takes me home.
-Good.

See you later, Mom.
-Have fun.

Stop.

Is everything alright?
-You almost ran me over.

Didn't you hurt yourself?
-New.

What? Won't you let me in?
-New.

I have to work.
-You didn't say that yesterday.

New. I only just now know.
-Would you like to play it that way?

I do not play.

Do you want that?
-New.

And now?
-New.

I have to stop coming here
but i can't.

Good day.
You have no new messages.

Main menu.

Hi, I'm looking
to Aleksandr Svitsin.

Yes, is this the Russian consulate?

That's right. Who am I speaking to?
- Helene Auguste.

The connection was lost.
I am looking for Aleksandr Svitsin.

Mr. Svitsin?
-Yes, I'm looking for Aleksandr Svitsin.

Just hold on.

Is everything OK?
-Yes.

Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting.
-Come to Hotel Albion.

Tomorrow at 12 noon. Can you manage that?
-Yes. See you tomorrow.

The number you want to reach...

Hi, I'm looking
to Aleksandr Svitsin.

He is not here.

Excuse me?
-He's on his way to Moscow.

When is he back?
-I don't have that information.

Do you want a lift?
-No thanks.

Where should you go?

I do not know.
- Are you by car? On foot?

Excuse me?
-Did you come here on foot?

Yes.

This isn't exactly a safe neighborhood.
-I know that.

You look quite lost.
-I'm waiting for a cab.

A taxi?
-Yes.

They are not here.
- There's one on the way.

Shall I call one for you?
-No that is not necessary.

Or can I drop you off somewhere?

No, thank you.

Or can you take me to the station?
Or to my car?

Where is your car?
-Sorry?

Where is your car?

I do not know that anymore. Wait.
That sounds pretty stupid, actually.

No, not stupid. You are confused.
-I was near Place de l'Etoile.

At Etoile.
-That's back there.

there?
-You just have to go back.

That's only a five minute drive.

I'm a little lost too.
We lost our way together.

You are lost too.

You thought: If she too is lost,
then she will listen.

Yes. But maybe I know something about it.
-Life is cruel, don't you think?

Helene.

What are you doing here?
-Paul asked if I could pick him up.

What?
-He's staying until Wednesday.

But why?

Doesn't that work?

What do you have? Should I call a doctor?
-No, just the flu.

That will pass.
-What's about?

Paul, can you leave us alone for a moment?
-No, let's go.

What kind of junk is that?

Leave it.
- Are you swallowing this crap?

Mind your own business. Leave it.
Paul, give us a second.

You are naked all day.

That's none of your business.
-That's not against the flu.

I'm not from yesterday.

You fuck all day
you can't even cook pasta.

Stop it, he told it himself.
-Come on.

He's been taking care of himself for two weeks.
You don't even go shopping.

You almost ran him over.
-Do not worry so much.

Why not? You are completely lost.
-I know.

You were allowed the house, I pay alimony.
-Not again.

Every month.

Are you going crazy?
-I'm ruining everything, I know that.

Is this pubertal depression?

You do not look good.
- Now stop.

I'm sorry.

And now you're driving me mad.

Come on, Paul.

The Acorn.

I miss you.

Excuse me.

I would like a prescription for sleeping pills.
I can not sleep.

And I need a note
to call in sick.

A couple of weeks.

I can not anymore.
I teach at university.

It's quite complicated.
I want to sleep, but I can't.

How long has that been the case?

Say it.

Since September last year I do
nothing but waiting for a man.

On his call, or his visit.

I just kept working, I went
to the movies, went shopping, I read.

But everything I did...

...seemed far away
of reality.

I have vague memories
to my life back then.

Of the people I saw then.

Without knowing it, he has me
reconnected with the world.

He set the rhythm of my life,
I set my clock on him.

I tried to act normal
and show nothing.

But if I was surrounded by women...

...for example in line at the checkout
or the couch...

...then I wondered if she too
constantly thinking about a man.

And if not, how did they manage it?
to survive.

I have stopped working on my thesis.

I can't even take care of my son.

I'm even a few hours
been to moscow...

...to breathe the air
that he breathes.

And did that feel good?

Yes.

Is this Tverskaya?

The centre?

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

I am so proud of you.

It's 8 a.m. Rise.

I liked it better when you forgot that.
-Oh yeah?

Get dressed.
And wait until I'm out of the bathroom.

Thank you.

16.28 euros.

Please. Have a nice day.

Excuse me madam,
there's still something in your cart.

Oh, I'm sorry.
-No problem.

Can you record?
-I don't know where he is.

I'm here.

Can you stay with Malo tonight?
-No, don't feel like it.

Do you want to call him?

He doesn't answer.
-The neighbors, then. Call Valentin.

Why?

Why?

I do not want.
-Do it for me.

Don't worry, everything is fine.
Come on.

Where do you stay?
-In the hotel.

Stay here.

No, they're waiting for me.

People from my work.

I'll take you and take a taxi back.
You've had too much to drink.

You're concerned about me.
I'm lucky with you.

Our affair...

...is it over now?

Will I not see you again?

I call you.

Do you know what those words mean?
-Is your son okay?

Yes.

That's the first time you're asking.

Are you done with your work on that spy?

I didn't find anything.
Well, I've found a lot...

...but she was rather a mistress.

The man who returned that evening
wasn't the one I'd loved.

It never came back.
And I will never see it again.

But with him I saw
what I am capable of.

I am capable of anything.

Thanks to him I reached the limit
between me and the rest.

I could even imagine
that I would exceed it.

My love.