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- Mm, we land in Minneapolis late tonight.

Yeah, we're gonna meet
with Bill and his brother

from California.
(traffic whooshing)

(man speaking indistinctly)

Yeah, he's the reason
I got the (indistinct).

A customs official (indistinct).

Here's to hoping, yeah, go to New York

and take care of that (indistinct).

That's it, simple as pie.
(feet shuffling)

Go to our office, man.

Cool, simple, yeah.

Yeah, he's the reason
I got the (indistinct).

This is, this is dot
the Is and cross the Ts,

and it's all done.

Biggest day.
(car whooshing)

(gentle music)
(birds chirping)

(machine clattering)

(Fyo clears throat)

- So, I had this, uh, dream last night

that I was here at work till pretty late.

(machine clattering)

(bell chimes)

(elevator clattering and squeaking)

♪ Love used to be a dream ♪

- Fyo?

(laughs) Oh, my God, Fyo.

- You know who I am?
- Of course, you look so good.

You've changed so much.

- Thank you.

(bell chimes)

(elevator clattering and squeaking)

Goodbye.

(gentle music)
(doors thudding)

(paws pattering)
(gentle music continues)

Oh, hey, nice dogs.

Uh, what kind of dogs are they?

(gentle music continues)

(car whooshing)

(feet pattering)
(Fyo grunting)

(gentle music continues)

(traffic whooshing)

(crickets chirping)
(gentle music continues)

(lips smacking)
(gentle music continues)

Oh, hey, how's it going?

You wanna try me?

(keys jangling)
(gentle music continues)

(switch clicks)

(paper rustling)
(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(paper rustling)

(statue rasping and thudding)

(brush rasping)
(machine clattering)

It's lunch. Hey, it's lunch.

(machine clattering)

(birds chirping)

(engine humming)

- Uh, excuse me.
(gentle music)

Excuse me.

I was wondering if maybe you
could tell me if there's a bus.

I'm just waiting.

I've been at this bus
stop for a long time,

and I thought I heard one,

but I don't know if it's the right bus.

If you could just look at there

and, and tell me maybe if the
bus has the right colours,

or if you could just tell
me what street to go down.

Hello?

(engine humming)

Hello?
(gentle music continues)

(hand thuds)
(Nastenka gasps)

- Hey, hey!
(energetic music)

Hey!

(broom clattering)
(Fyo screaming)

(body thudding)
(energetic music continues)

(Fyo whimpering)

(feet pattering)

(dog barking)

(Fyo exhales)

(dog barking)

(engine humming)
(pensive music)

(gentle music)
(birds chirping)

(traffic whooshing)

(pensive music)

(bag rustling)

(paper rustling)
(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(gentle music)

(Fyo inhaling)

(gentle music continues)

(door clattering)
(gentle music continues)

(chair rattling)
(gentle music continues)

(birds chirping)
(chair continues rattling)

(gentle music)

(chair rattling)
(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(cane thudding)

(lips smacking)

(envelope thuds)

(cane clanking)
(gentle music continues)

(bird squawking)
(gentle music continues)

(grass rustling)
(gentle music continues)

(rope whooshing and thudding)

- Maybe, no, longer, no.

(rope whooshing and thudding)

Steve?

(birds squawking)

Who is it?

Who's there?

(item whooshing)
(Fyo grunts)

- Please don't. Please don't.

I, I, I have your purse.

Uh, I, I saw the mugger.

I chased him down, and I, I
protected it with, with my life.

- You have my purse?

- Yes, here.

- [Nastenka] Oh.

(flower whooshes and thuds)

- Uh, it's a...

- [Nastenka] There's nothing in it really.

- I, I didn't give him the
chance to take anything.

I, I hope. Is everything in there?

- Oh, everything's fine.

You're staring at me.

- Oh, uh, sorry.

I, uh, I've just never
met a blind person before.

I, I mean, I've never
interacted with a blind,

uh, I'm bad with women,
people in general, really.

- Thanks for saving it.

- You're welcome.

(item thuds)

- Bye.

- So you're really blind?

- Yes.

- Like, blind blind, full blind?

Sorry, I, (laughs) um,
oh, that's a nice stick.

Where'd you get it from?

- Can you just leave?

- Yeah, uh, sorry, I'm just
not good at conversating.

Um, where are you from?

- Look, I wanna be alone.
- I mean-

- Please.

- Yeah, sure, uh, yeah, yeah.

Okay, I, I understand.

(grass rustling)

Bye.
(Nastenka breathing heavily)

(Nastenka grunting)

- Can you help?
- What?

- You help me?

- Absolutely, yes, but what can I do?

- Can you take this rope
and tie it to the tree?

Just toss it over the branch,
secure it to the tree.

- Sure, sure, I'm, I'm
really good at tying knots.

- (exhales) Thanks.

- I, I used to tie knots all
the time as a kid. (laughs)

I used to get tied to the tree
by all the neighbourhood kids,

and they'd leave me
there for hours. (laughs)

It was a game we used to play.

I miss those days. Boy, that was fun.

(Fyo grunts)

They were just kids, you know.

I, I actually got really
good at untying rope

'cause I used to have to
untie myself all the time.

And it's kind of a lost
art, but, uh, anyway,

what are you doing here?

Uh, I'm Fyo, by the way.

- Theo as in Theodore?

- No, I wish, as in Fyoni.

Uh, my parents were hoping I'd be a girl

so they can call me Fiona
after their good friend Fiona,

but, well, they used to say, uh,

"You were born with a penis, so..."

Uh, here's your rope.
- Oh.

(feet shuffling)

- Here you go.
(Nastenka exhaling)

- Yeah, that's perfect.

- Good.
- Is this about right?

- What?
- Placement-wise?

- Oh, um, no, actually,

you wanna, well, it's pretty good,

a little bit to the left.

Here.

- Oh.
- Careful.

- [Nastenka] Thanks.

(bird squawking)

- Wait, what are you doing?

(feet pattering)

- [Nastenka] Oh, what's
it look like I'm doing?

- But wait. No, you can't.

- I can do whatever I want.

- But, no, please, you're, you're

the most beautiful blind
girl I've ever met.

(gentle music)

- You're an idiot.
- Huh?

- Put me down.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

(chair clattering)
(both grunting)

Ah! (groans)

Oh.
- You really had no idea?

- Uh-
- You were just helping me

kill myself.

- Uh, I thought you were,

I don't know what I
thought you were doing.

- Nastenka.
- What?

- Nastenka.
- What?

- Nastenka!
- I...

- My name.
- Oh.

- It's Russian.

- You're Russian?

- No, just the name.

- Oh, it's a beautiful name, Nastenka.

I, I don't know anyone
with a name like that.

- My grandmother's Russian.
(gentle music)

- Wow.

Sorry if I scared you

with, with my staring, I mean.

Sometimes people can't look at me

because I stare.
- Oh.

- Is that bad? I don't know, maybe.

Oh, oh, but I swear I'm harmless.

Uh, I'm not as hideous as
people seem to think I am.

(Nastenka laughs)

- [Nastenka] You're funny.

- No one's ever said anything
like that to me before.

Uh, I-
- Oh.

- Uh, are you hungry?

- No.
- Oh, no, hmm.

- Uh, I'm am exhausted.

- Yeah, me too, right? I know, ah.

- What?
- What?

- Oh.

I swore to stop coming here.

I can't come, church, tree, embassy.

No church, tree, embassy.

No church, embassy.

Shame on me.

Can you walk me home?

- Yeah, yeah, I, I, I can, uh.

- Okay.
- Sure.

Oh, here, here's your coat.

- Oh.
- Here.

And, and your stick here.

Uh, and your bag and your chair.

Oh, I'll get this stuff.

(rope rustling)

Wait up.

Just a sec, uh, I'm coming.

(chair rattling)

(Fyo grunts)

(feet pattering)
(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

- So what do you do, Fyo?

- Oh, you won't think
much of me if I tell you.

- Now you have to tell me.

- I work in a print shop.

- Oh.
- It's pretty lonely.

Can be exhausting work,
especially on Thursdays.

- Why Thursdays?

(Fyo laughing)

- Can I tell you something, Nastenka?

- Yeah, you may.

- When I saw you yesterday, my
fear of women just went away.

- You have a fear of women?

- Yeah, it's always been that way.

- Oh.

- Yeah, every time I
fall in love with a girl,

she ends up with another guy.

- That's so sad.
- I know.

- Oh.
- I mean, they never know

who I am or anything.

I don't actually talk to them.

I tend to fall in love from a distance,

but when I saw you, I-

- You mean to tell me that
you've never been with a woman?

- No, not in person, no, in-

- Oh.
- in my head,

many times, yeah.
(Nastenka laughs)

What?

- Clearly, you're your own worst enemy.

I can imagine you ruin any chance you have

even before you say hello.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean,

you're a gentle creature.
(hand thuds)

(both laughing)

(exhales) I'm home.

- Can I see you again, Nastenka?

- [Nastenka] Yeah, I'm sure
we'll see each other again.

- No, I, I mean tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? So soon.

Okay, but you, you have
to promise me one thing.

- Uh, anything.

- You can't fall in love with me.

- I promise.
- Okay.

Then maybe I'll ask for your advice.

See, I don't have anyone to ask and-

- Advice?

- I was hoping you could help me.

- Yeah, anything you want.

What can I do? Tell me.

- No, I'll tell you tomorrow, Fyo.

And till then, it shall remain a secret.

I wanna get to know you better.

And it's more romantic like this.

I wanna know everything about you.

- Everything?
- Yeah.

Oh, oh, what was that?

- What? Oh, my, my beard?

- No, it's okay. I-

- But I-
- Just I didn't know.

- No, it-
- No, it's, it's all right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(door clattering)

- [Fyo] You sure?

(residents chattering indistinctly)

(birds chirping)
(siren wailing)

- I wanna know everything about you.

Tell me the story of your life.

- You, you wanna know
the story of my life?

- [Nastenka] Yes, I'm eager to know it.

- (exhales) Well, uh,
I'm incredibly boring.

I, I, I live alone,

and, uh, I-
- You don't talk to anyone?

I mean, who are the people in your life?

- Well, there is, um-

- You're so much fun.

I mean, you must have parents

or a grandmother like myself.

My grandmother, she was blind, too,

and she never let me leave the house.

One time, she didn't like my behaviour,

so she called me over, and
she pinned me to her dress.

- Shame on you. Good girl.

- Shame on me. Good girl.

So we sat there, just
pinned to one another.

- For how long?

- Two years.

- Wow, that's terrible.

Well, I don't have a grandmother.

Do you really wanna know who I am?

- Yeah, of course.
- All right, well,

there's two things I'm pretty good at.

I'm a, I'm a drummer.

- A drummer?

- Yeah, I'm a drummer and a dreamer.

- Oh, me too.

I mean, sometimes when
I'm pinned next to Granny,

I let my imagination run wild.

Sometimes I imagine that
I'm married to a senator.

- Good girl, Nastenka.
(upbeat patriotic music)

(gentle music)

- I always wanted to be a senator.

- No, a Russian senator.

(senator speaking Russian)

- Do you like turtles?

- I love turtles.
- They smell so bad.

- I mean, I don't love 'em.

They're not, I've never owned one.

- My granny loved Boris,

but when he died, he
just, he smelled so bad.

It was on my hands for weeks.

I have a very sensitive nose.

- You're so special, Nastenka.

- You're not falling in
love with me, are you?

- No, no, (laughs) but, uh,
I, I, I do love your name.

- Tell me about you, Fyo.

I wanna hear about your loneliness.

I know what it's like
to be alone in the dark,

sleep alone for an entire year
waiting for him to come back.

- Him?
- Yeah.

- Who?
- Steve.

- This was a bad idea.

- Fyo, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I just, I had so many
feelings to let out and share.

Fyo, Fyo, you saved me.

(gravel crunching)

- I didn't know what else to do.

- Oh, you came from the
sky like my guardian angel.

It's like we were meant to be together.

- Really?
- Can we never be apart?

Can we, Fyo?

- Are you trying to crush me?

- (laughs) Then we have a deal.

From now on, we'll always be together.

- Would you like to come see my drums?

- I can't see.
- Oh, sorry.

I meant that-
- (laughs) I'm teasing.

Well, I like to tease you
if you're okay with it.

- Well, sure, yeah, I'm okay with it.

I love being teased.

(Nastenka laughs)

Thanks.
- All right, let's go.

- All right.

Uh, this is my place.
- Oh, wow.

- Oh, it's a little messy.

I, I haven't had
(paper rustling)

company over much lately,

so I'm sure it needs, oh!

(items clattering)

- Oh, sorry, oh, sorry.
- Are you okay?

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

- Sorry.

- I'll put it up here.
- Oh.

- I'll get this.

- What is this?

- Uh, that's my world collection.

- [Nastenka] Oh, what's this?

- Oh, that's the, uh,
Buddha. It's from Japan.

Here you go. Have a seat.

- You've been to Japan?
- No, I got it in the mail.

- Oh.
- But, uh, oh.

- Wow, what's this?

- Uh, this is, uh, from
Canada. Here you go.

- You've been to Canada?

- Uh, no, but, um, I'm
a serious collector.

- What's this?

- Uh, this is the Notre Dame.

- Notre Dame.

- It is from Paris.

- You've been to Paris?

- No.

- I always wanted to go to Paris.

I've never travelled, but I
wanna see the Eiffel Tower

and the Notre Dame.
- Uh, Notre Dame.

- Dame.

That's where Quasimodo lived.
- Who?

- "The Hunchback of Notre Dame."

That's my favourite
book. Have you read it?

Oh, you're so lonely.

Yeah, he's so hideous on the outside

but so beautiful on the
inside like you. (laughs)

- Uh...

- See, that's the difference.

You say that you're so boring,

but you've been to all these places.

- Well, actually, I, I have, I, I've-

- I've never been anywhere.
Is this your family?

- Uh, no, it's just a,
it's just a landscape.

- Where's your family?

- Mm, my mom died when I was six.

My dad, I don't really talk to him.

- [Nastenka] Why not?

- I don't have a phone.

- Oh, you don't have a phone?

- No.

- Oh, that's so sad.

I can't imagine what it'd
be like not to have a phone.

- Why? Who would you call?

- No one in particular, but I have to know

that it's there in case
Steve calls from Africa.

- He's in Africa?

- Yeah, Mugumbai.

I don't know why he never calls.

- Do you wanna see my drums?

- Your drums, yeah.

- Okay.

(footsteps plodding)

Uh, I, I found 'em on a street corner.

They were broken down, but,
uh, I fixed 'em up myself.

I'm a little rusty.

- Play.

(drums resonating)

(drums continue resonating)

(hands smacking)

You're really good.

- Thanks, I'm self-taught.

(drums resonating)

(cymbals clanging)

(drums resonating)
(drumsticks clanking)

(drumsticks rasping)
(drums resonating)

(drumsticks clattering)
(hands thudding)

(fingers tapping)

- Teach me.

- Put this there and this there.

Okay.

- What do I do?
- Uh, you just drum.

(drumsticks clanking)
(drums resonating)

- Like that?
- Uh, sort of.

Um, what's important is
you just close your eyes

and, and play what you feel.

That's what I do.

- Oh.

(drumsticks clanking)
(drums resonating)

(cymbals clanging)
(drums resonating)

(hands smacking)
(Nastenka exhales)

- That's really great.

- Teach me how to play like you.

You have to, uh, come sit.

- Okay.

(chair creaking)

Um.
- Mm.

- Oh, you just wanna
keep a, keep a, a beat.

(drums resonating)

(gentle music)
(drums continue resonating)

(gentle music continues)

- [Nastenka] Fyo, I'd like
to ask for your advice.

- Oh, my advice, yeah.
- Yeah.

- I've never given
advice to anyone before,

but for you, I can already
think of so many great advices.

(laughs) Can you imagine

if we just gave each
other advice all the time?

I, I have so much good advice building-

- No.
- inside of me.

- Fyo, I want your one brotherly advice.

- Brotherly?

- Yeah, here, give me your hand.

Okay, so I told you about Granny.

I mean, she was blind, too.

That's why she would pin me to her dress,

keep me right by her side.

Have you ever been pinned to a person?

- No, not to a person or a
dress, I, I'm pretty independent.

- Oh, well, back when
my eyes were still okay,

I would sit by Granny and do my lessons.

She'd never let me leave the house.

But when the lodger
living in our attic died,

I had to take him out.

(Nastenka gasping)
(body rasping)

Then we had to find a new lodger.

That's when Steve showed up.

Can I show you his picture?

- Oh, I...
(gentle guitar music)

- [Nastenka] Isn't he beautiful?

- [Fyo] It's a little blurry.

- Even though I can't see it,

I carry it with me wherever I go.

It makes me feel like he's always with me,

including right now.

- Uh, uh, uh...

- One day, Steve came down to inform us

that we promised to paper his room.

(latch clicking)
(pensive music)

- You promised to paper my room.

(Nastenka and Grandma screaming)

(cuckoo chirping)
(clock chiming)

- I was so excited that I jumped up,

forgetting that I was pinned to her dress.

(exhales) His eyes were so beautiful,

and his masculine scent
made me lust for his body

like a wild beast craving
something ferocious.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you know this feeling?

- Yeah, I mean, no. Continue.

- Oh.
(gentle guitar music)

Granny, poor thing, got this
awful infection in her hip

and had to be in bed most of the day.

And then Steve would go
on these long missions

with his church, and I nearly fainted

every time I heard a noise outside.

I was just desperate for him to return.

(latch clicking)

- Nastenka, you wanna catch a flick?

(Fyo groans)
- He took me

to the most wonderful movies.

I've never had such a time in my life.

- I love movies.
- You're so much like him.

- Really?
- Uh, sort of.

Well, Steve and I became
fond of each other,

and that's when my eyes started tingling,

and he got more involved
with his missionary work,

saw him less and less.

Weeks and months passed,
and my eyes went bad,

and then one day, he called me over

to our special spot in the woods.

- [Steve] Nastenka.
(feet thudding)

- Yes.

- [Steve] I, uh...

- Yes.
- I, uh,

I uh...

- Yes.

- I have to go to Africa.

(dramatic music)

- Africa?

- I have a calling now.

My mission is to serve building
schools for the children.

- Children?
- African children.

- What about me?

- Wait for me.

Look, I'm gonna carve our
initials here into this tree

so that you can wait for me.

(knife rasping)

I leave in the morning.
I'll be back in a year.

- A year?

- Before your birthday.
I hope to find ya here.

So wait for me if you
want to do this and stuff.

Oh, and I'm giving up my room.

Thanks for your hospitality.

(suspenseful music)

- And what was I to do?

I thought and thought,
and I worried and worried,

and finally I made up my mind.

- I can't stay.

- Please take me with you to Africa.

- Listen, Nastenka, I can't.

- Is it because of my eyes?

They're not that bad.

- No, Nastenka, it's
because of my journey.

This is about my journey.

- I begged and pleaded.

I explained how he was
my saviour, my only hope

to escape from my granny's
guilt, and shame, and abuse,

and he was the first
person who was nice to me.

I told him I couldn't go on
living with Granny anymore,

that I'd pack myself into
a suitcase if I had to.

He was distraught.

- Yeah, I can't.

(gentle guitar music)

- Love me.

- Okay.

- And then the next day, he left,

and then Grandma died of a broken hip,

and it's been a year, and
six months, and three days,

and I know he is back, but
he hasn't come to see me.

- That's so sad.
- I know.

- Well, how do you know he's back?

- Well, my birthday passed
six months and three days ago.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

- What if there was a hangup?

Is there anyone here
he was in contact with?

Or where does he live?

- I don't know where he lives.

- Oh.
- I mean, I tried to find him,

but no one'll help me.

- [Fyo] That's sad.

- Yeah, but there is one person who knows.

- Who?
- Sister Sarah.

- Sister Sarah?
- Yeah, at his church.

- Well, let's call her then.

- No, no, she won't help me anymore.

- Why not?
- Because she just won't, Fyo.

- Well, he won't call you,

and she won't help you get through to him.

Doesn't that seem a little strange?

Maybe you should just
move on with your life

and-
- No, Fyo.

Don't, don't say that.

- Sorry.
- But what if, what if,

what if you went to see her?

- To Sister Sarah?
- Yeah.

- Uh-
- Oh, no.

I mean, that's a stupid suggestion.

- I just thought that-
- No, uh, uh, I could.

I would, uh-
- Well, I thought that maybe

because, uh, I have some trouble-

- I would, I would do it.
- seeing her.

You, uh, do you think you could?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

- I could, and I, I would.
What if you wrote an email?

Did you think about an email?

There's a computer at the laundromat.

I know how to use it.
- No, no, no, Fyo.

Steve doesn't use these things.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Uh, well, what if
you wrote him a letter?

- Oh, a letter.
- You could give it to me

to take to her to give to him.

- Yes, Fyo, you're so smart.

- Uh, (laughs) that's just my advice.

- Wow.
- I don't know.

It's in me, I guess.

Uh, I'll even help you write it.

- You're so good to me.

- Right?
- What?

- Huh?

- Huh?
- Well, uh,

how would you write it?

- The letter?
- No, the novel. (laughs)

- The novel?
- No, no, the letter.

- Oh, the letter, well, I
would start with, "Dear sir."

- Dear sir.

- Yeah.
- That's a little formal.

- Oh.
- Don't you think?

He's not your uncle. Um,
how about, "Listen, Steve."

- No, I, I don't-

- No.
- know about that.

- Oh, okay, yeah.
- Well, well, what about,

what about, "Dearest Steven"?

- "Dearest Steven."
- Yeah.

(item clattering)
Ow.

Um, "Will you forgive me

for my impatience?"
- Forgive you?

What, you're asking for forgiveness?

- Well, for my impatience, Fyo.

- Well, no, he's tormenting
you. Can't you see that?

- Am I timid?

- (sighs) Listen, Nastenka,
this is what you should write.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Um, "Dear Steve," no, not dear.

Uh, "Steve, for the past year, six months,

and three days, I've been in
torment while you have been

off in Africa doing missionary
work, saving children."

- That's perfect.
- "But I'm here alone,

and you don't even"-
- That's perfect, Fyo.

- [Fyo] "understand that I love..."

- That's perfect. Oh, thank you, Fyo.

Thank you, just you put
an end to all my doubts.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, sorry.
- Oh, okay.

- Here.
- What's this?

- Well, you'll take it to him?

- You, you've already written a letter?

- You give such good advice.

- But I didn't-

- But, Fyo, you're so helpful.

- You just...

- You'll get it to Sister Sarah?

- Sure.

- Yeah, and, um, can you
just write your name on it?

- My name?
- Yeah.

Just write your name on it, Fyo.

- Well, why?

- Well, because it's very important

that Sister Sarah doesn't think

that that letter came from me.

She has to believe that
it's from you, Fyo.

(pensive music)

(envelope rustling)

(pencil rasping)
(pensive music continues)

(engine humming)
(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(floor creaking)

(door slamming)
(brooding music)

(brooding music continues)

(Fyo clears throat)

(Sister Sarah speaking faintly)

(Fyo clears throat)

(Sister Sarah speaking faintly)

- Excuse me, Sister.

Excuse me, Sister.

Uh, hi, hello, sorry.

- It's okay. (clears throat)

Sister Sarah.

I should...

(sighs) Amen.

How can I help you?

- Uh, well, um, I'm here

to see my good friend, Steve Popovich.

He's a missionary for your church.

- Steve.
- Yeah.

- Why? Who are you?

- Uh, I, I'm his really good friend.

Uh, my name's Fyo.

- Theo, like in Theodore.

- Oh, no, I wish, (laughs) as in Fyoni.

As my parents would say,
"Well, you were born with a..."

Uh, uh, I...

(Sister Sarah laughing)

(Fyo laughing)

- [Sister Sarah] You're his good friend.

- Yeah.

- Well, any friend of
Steve's is a friend of mine.

- Oh, well, I just really wanna see him.

- My Steve?
- Well, we go way back.

It's been a long time.

- You can't see Steve.

He's in Africa.

- Still? I thought he was back.

- We haven't been able to collect

enough money for the ransom.

- Ransom?

- Oh, you don't know.

But I thought you were his good friend.

- Uh, I am.

- He was kidnapped a few months ago.

- Kidnapped?

(Fyo exhales)

But by who?

- The Mugumbai opposition rebels.

- Oh.

- He sacrificed his
freedom for those children.

- What children?

- The four-year-old African children.

- Oh.

- (gasps) You have a letter from her?

- Uh, no, yeah, yeah, no, it's, who?

Uh, no, this is, I wrote this.

See, it's, uh, uh, to Steve from Fyo.

- You used the same yellow envelope?

- [Fyo] Huh?

- Oh, she hasn't written in a while.

- Who?
- Nastenka.

- That's a strange name.
What, what is it, Yiddish?

I, I don't know who you're talking about.

- Nastenka writes the
most wonderful letters.

She has sent hundreds of them.

Oh, does she still go out at
night asking random people

if they'd seen Steve? (laughs)

- Uh, I don't know.
(Sister Sarah laughing)

- Oh, I miss her. (laughs)

Do you know that Steve asked us

not to give her his number in Africa?

- He did? Why?

- So you know who she is.
(pensive music)

- No, I, I don't.

- Oh.
- Ah.

- I have all her letters.

They have touched me in special ways.

- Ah!
- They're special.

Let me read it please. Let read it please.

- I can't. I promised.

- Please, please give that letter to me.

- I promised her I wouldn't.

- Let me read it!
- No!

- Nastenka should know better!

One shouldn't put one's selfish needs

above the greater good
of Africa's children.

(dramatic music)

(Fyo gasps)

For the ransom, for Steve.

(Fyo breathing heavily)

(cash thuds)

(feet pattering)

(cash rustling)

Good, 10.

- Nastenka.
- Steve?

- No, it's me, Fyo.

- Oh, Fyo, Fyo, did
you give her my letter?

What did she say?

Fyo? Fyo?

- Yeah, uh-
- Oh.

- Yeah, uh, I gave her the letter.

- [Nastenka] Oh, thank
you, thank you, Fyo.

Did, um, she tell you where he is?

- No, but, uh, she said
she'd give it to him.

- Oh. (laughs)

So, so he's back. He's okay.

(laughs) There was this awful rumour

that he was still in Africa. (laughs)

(Fyo laughs)

- Uh, hmm.

- How do I look, Fyo?

Do I look good?
(gentle music)

- Of course.

Nastenka, can I show you something?

- Sure.

- Great.

(Nastenka laughs)
Okay.

Here, come with me.

(dress rustling)

(Nastenka grunts)

(footsteps plodding)
(gentle music continues)

- What is it?
- It's a labyrinth.

I found it.

- [Nastenka] What's it for?

- Well, we're gonna take a journey.

Do you trust me?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Fall backwards.

- Oh, yeah, I don't know.

- No.
- I don't know.

- Please, please, trust me.

- Um...
(gentle music continues)

(Fyo grunts)

(Nastenka laughs)

- Okay, we're starting
our journey by boat,

and we're travelling
across the Atlantic Ocean.

Ah, can you feel the water
splashing up against your skin?

(Fyo imitates water splashing)

(Nastenka laughs)
(gentle music continues)

And we're coming to our first destination.

- [Nastenka] Oh.
(shell clattering)

- Listen.

Where are we?

(waves lapping)
(gentle music continues)

- Hawaii?

- No, Scotland.

- Oh, I've never been to Scotland.

- Oh, me, me neither.

But can you feel the
wind of the Highlands?

(breath whooshing)
(gentle music continues)

- Oh, yeah, I feel it.
Smells like peanut butter.

- Oh, well, we gotta get
to our next destination,

so we gotta hop on a plane.

Have you been on a plane?

- No, I've never...

- Okay, hop on, hold onto me,

and, oh, (grunts) and here we go.

Ready for takeoff?

We're going, and we're up.

- Whoo! (laughs)
- We're in the air.

We're flying.
(gentle music continues)

It's really happening.

Oh, rough turbulence.
(feet shuffling)

Oh, we're gonna come into a crash landing.

No, but the pilot pulls it out. (panting)

And we've arrived.

(plastic rustling)

Smell.

- Oh, cheese?

- Yeah, we're in Switzerland.

Do you want some?
- Mm-mm.

- It's good.
(plastic rustling)

Well, we have to get on
our next destination,

so hop aboard the plane again.

(grunts) Isn't this much better

than carving names in a tree?

- Uh, yes.
- Here we go to Madagascar!

- Africa?

- Uh, uh-oh, looks like the
African airport's shut down.

We're gonna have to-

- Oh, no.
- continue on to Australia.

Here we go.
(Nastenka laughing)

Fly around
(feet shuffling)

(Fyo exhales)

to Australia.

- What is it?

- It's a boomerang.

- Oh, it feels so Australian.

- Yeah, you throw it,
and it comes back to you.

- Really?
- Yeah, try it.

- How do I know when to catch it?

- I'll help you.
(gentle music continues)

(boomerang whooshing)

Uh, well, that's that,

and now we're off to our next destination.

Would you like a boat
ride or a plane ride?

- Or a pony.

- A pony, yeah, okay, hop on.

(Nastenka laughs)
(gentle music continues)

(Fyo clicking tongue)
(Nastenka continues laughing)

(Fyo grunts)

And here we are at our final destination.

(gentle music continues)

- It is Paris.

- Yeah, that one's for you.

- Fyo.
(gentle music continues)

(passerby clears throat)
(tape whirring)

Steve?

- Have you seen a dog

yea big or another dog yea big?

- No.

- Well, one had a black collar,

and one had a blue collar,
or the, the other way around.

- No.
(birds chirping)

(grass rustling)
(birds continue chirping)

- Fyo?

Fyo?

- I need to tell you the truth, Nastenka.

- What?
(birds chirping)

- Uh, I went to go see Sister Sarah,

and, and she told me that, that-

- What?

- that he wants to stay in Africa.

- [Nastenka] Impossible, she's lying.

- She's a nun. Nuns don't lie, Nastenka.

He's decided to, to stay in
Africa with the children.

- Over me?

But he, he said he'd be
back before my birthday.

I mean, he, he carved
our name in the tree.

People don't carve their names in the tree

and then break their promises, Fyo.

- It was just your initials.

He didn't even carve your whole name.

Look, sometimes one has

to put the greater good above herself.

I'm sorry, Nastenka, but, but I'm here.

- You know why I was yelling, Fyo?

It's 'cause I was comparing
the two of you in my mind.

Why couldn't he be just like you?

So selfish.

- (exhales) He is.

- Yeah, and I love him more than you.

He had to be a hero and go
save all these children,

but who's left to suffer?

Me.
- Me.

Heroes have flaws.

- He did have a tender heart

like you.

- Like me?

- Yeah.

Oh.

His touch, I miss it so much.

Do you know what it felt like?

He had such masculine features (exhales)

and muscles.

He had firm muscles.

Oh, his torso,

oh, I miss his torso.

I miss it so much.

Fyo, if you ever fall
in love with someone,

I hope you're happy with whomever she is,

and I don't have to wish her anything

'cause I know she'll be happy with you.

(hand rasping)

Uh, it's late.

Maybe he'll come tomorrow.

(feet shuffling)

- He's in Africa, Nastenka.

- I like the way you say my name.

- Nastenka.

- We'll always be together, won't we, Fyo?

- Always.

- Yeah, maybe he'll come tomorrow.

You stay here in case
he decides to love me

like he loves the children.

Oh.

Bye, Steve.
(grass rustling)

- Fyo.

(footsteps plodding)

(pensive music)

(birds chirping)
(pensive music continues)

(machine clattering)
(pensive music continues)

- [Steve] "My dear
Nastenka, where do I start?

You have consumed my mind
while I was in prison in Africa

by the Mugumbai opposition rebels.

I was beaten, and I was tortured,

but I escaped because
you gave me willpower.

The truth, Nastenka, is
I don't think I loved you

before going to Africa.

It was my imprisonment that
brought me to love you.

Before prison, you were nothing
but a piece of meat to me.

But one day, in my darkest hour,

you appeared like an apparition.

And you told me, "Hang in there."

Every night of my captivity,
you became more beautiful.

You were my God and hope

while my body suffered their beatings.

(dramatic guitar music)

I cannot wait to be reunited with you,

my Nastenka."

(feet shuffling)
(gentle music)

(chair rasping)

(paper rustling)
(gentle music continues)

(pensive music)

(paper rustling)
(pensive music continues)

(traffic whooshing)

(gate clattering)

(gate squeaking)
(traffic whooshing)

- "My dearest Steven."

(envelope rustling)

"Kill myself." Kill myself?

(pensive music)
(Fyo breathing heavily)

(feet pattering)
(pensive music continues)

Nastenka, please don't!

- Steve?

- Please wait.
- (sobbing) Steve.

- [Fyo] It's me, Fyo.

- [Nastenka] Oh, Fyo.

Don't try and stop me.

- What are you doing, Nastenka? Why?

- [Nastenka] I hate him.

- No, don't hate him. Don't hate him.

I found a perfectly good explanation.

Everything makes sense now.

- What did I do to deserve this cruelty?

- Listen, I went back to the church.

Look, they gave me a letter from him.

- [Nastenka] I can't see, Fyo.

- Oh, sorry, I, but honest to
goodness, it, it is from him.

It's addressed to you.

- [Nastenka] I don't wanna hear it.

- Let me just read it, please.

You never know what's inside of it.

- [Nastenka] I've already
removed him from my heart.

- I'm gonna read it anyway.

(paper rustling)

"My dear angel, Nastenka,

I write you this letter
from the jungles of Africa.

I am so sorry I have not
written you all these months.

I know how much you love me,

but I want you to know
I love you even more.

I love you more than
the angels in my dreams

and the stars in the sky.
(gentle music)

You brought life and colour into my world.

You brought hap- happy,
happiness to my sad heart

with your lovely voi- voice.

Every word sung to me
like a gentle lullaby.

(Fyo and bystanders laughing)

It's because of your love that
I've chosen to give my heart

to the children who need me here."

- Oh.

(Fyo laughs)

- "It's as if"-
- Yeah.

- "you give your love to them through me."

- Yeah.
(bystanders laughing)

- "You see, you've given
your heart to their need,

and now your light is shining on Africa."

- [Bystanders] Yeah!

(bystanders laughing and cheering)

- Oh, wait, there's more.

Hey, can I come up?

Hi, uh, there's more.

Uh, "I am so grateful
that you came into my life

and made me the better
person that I am now,

and here our paths shall
go their separate ways,

but know that even though I
will never return to America,

ever, you will always be a
part of me here in Africa.

This is my goodbye. I
love you and release you

to fall in love with
someone new, love, Steve."

- Oh, he loved me. I knew he loved me.

- (laughs) He did love you.

I love you, too, Nastenka.

- Thanks.

- So what do you wanna do now?

- Well, should I follow him to Africa?

- Uh-
- Yeah, that's what I'll do.

I'll, I'll go there. I'll find a way.

My grandmother's savings,
I'll, I'll spend 'em all.

Oh, wait, I already spent
'em. Oh, what about you?

Maybe you could come with me.

Will you fly the two of us to Africa?

- [Fyo] I, I think he wants
you to move on, Nastenka,

and, and not wait for him.

- Oh.
- He's not coming back.

You know, and he needs to move on, too.

I mean, what would be worse
than going all the way to Africa

and finding him there with another woman?

(bell tolling)

- Another woman?

What do you mean another woman?

Oh.

- Uh, where are you going?

- I'm going to Africa.
- Are you kidding?

Nastenka.
- Well, I can't let him

be with another woman.

I mean, I spent a year, and six months,

and three days saving myself for him.

It was my fault.

I should have followed him
there in the first place.

Yeah, I shouldn't have
let my eyes hold me back.

- You're being irrational.

- [Nastenka] Love has no rationality, Fyo.

- What about me?

I mean, why go all the way to Africa

when you know you have someone here

who completely loves you,

who dreams of growing old
together, and, and, and laughing,

and dancing together?

He's given you permission to move on.

(gentle music)

The moment I met you,
my entire life changed,

just from the first words you said to me.

- [Nastenka] Steve?

- Yeah, no, after that.

Nastenka, I love you.

- Oh, Fyo, I knew you loved me,

but I, I thought you loved
me in an ordinary way.

- In an extraordinary way.

- Like a brother.

- Not just any brother, I
mean, more than a brother.

- Oh, but you promised.

- Uh, I know.

(Nastenka exhales)

- Fyo, this is so sudden.

- It is sudden.

- Scary.
(gentle music continues)

- [Bystanders] Yeah!
(hands smacking)

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Whoo!

- Yeah.
(gentle music continues)

(singer vocalising)
(gentle music)

(singer continues vocalising)
(gentle music continues)

(singer continues vocalising)
(gentle music continues)

(singer continues vocalising)
(gentle music continues)

(singer continues vocalising)
(gentle music continues)

(singer continues vocalising)
(gentle music continues)

(pensive music)

(footsteps plodding)

(gate clattering)

(Steve exhales)
(pensive music continues)

- I'm sorry, Nastenka. I love you.

No. I love you.

I love you, Nastenka. You saved me.

You saved my life.
(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

Oh.

(hand thudding)
(Steve breathing heavily)

- I like books.
- Yeah, me too.

- [Nastenka] Can you read to me tonight?

- Of course.
- Oh, thanks.

- [Fyo] I read to you every night.

- [Nastenka] (laughs) Yeah, I know.

(Steve groans)
(pensive music continues)

(gate clattering)

(pensive music continues)

(siren wailing)
(tyres screeching)

- [Steve] Oh, beautiful
Nastenka, what have I done?

You loved me so desperately.
Why didn't I love you back?

I took you for granted.

You told me not to go,
but I did not listen.

I went and left ya with only
words of hope to cling onto.

I was selfish.

I put Africa and my selfish needs

to change the world above you.

I deserve this.

I deserve to suffer the pain
of seeing you with another man.

I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.

If only you knew how you stood

beside me when I was in prison,

how you held my hand while they beat me.

- (laughs) Stop.

- [Steve] You were my angel.

(Nastenka laughs)

Who is this man who courts you?

Who is this man that took you away?

I saw the way he looks at you.

Oh, how I wish I could
have looked at you this way

when we were together.

You deserve him.

You deserve pure love
such as this and nothing-

- Yeah, but you don't wanna-
- Ow!

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- [Fyo] Sorry, sorry about
that. We didn't see there.

- Uh, who is it, Fyo?
(Steve breathing heavily)

Who is that?

(pensive music)

Fyo?

- Uh, here, here you go.

God bless you.

- Who was it, Fyo?

- Uh, just a nice homeless man.

- Oh, bye.

Why are you pulling me?
- Uh...

(cash crinkling)

I have to go to the bathroom.

- (laughs) Why are we running?

- [Fyo] I just have to pee really bad.

Here you go, sorry.

(lock clicking)
- What was that about?

- No, it, it's fine, thanks.

- [Nastenka] Are you all right?

- [Fyo] Sure.

- Why were we running?

- [Fyo] Oh, we just, uh, yeah, it's okay.

- Uh, I think I gotta go.

- No, no, no, no, no,
Nastenka, Nastenka, here.

- No, I-
- Stay here.

Let me take this.

Here, put your, uh, take your shoes off

and, and put your jammies on.

- Oh, I do like-
- 'Kay, go ahead.

- [Nastenka] I do like the jammies.

(stick clattering)
(pensive music continues)

(Fyo exhaling)

- No.

(pencil clattering)

(Fyo exhaling)

Maybe I can read you a book.

- [Nastenka] Yeah, I got the
new one from the library.

- Huh?

The book.

(hand thuds)
(Fyo grunts)

It's, uh, "Crime and
Punishment," uh, okay.

- Yeah, I love Dostoevsky.

- Yeah, here, great.

(pillow thuds)

(Nastenka exhales)

Yeah, it's so soothing. Here you go.

(Nastenka moaning)

"Crime and Punishment,"
part one, chapter one.

"On an extremely hot
evening early in July,

a young man came out of the
garret in which he lodged

in S. Place and walked slowly
as though in hesitation

towards K. Bridge.

He had successfully avoided meeting

his landlady on the staircase.

And each time he passed,
the young man had a sick,

frightened feeling, which made
him scowl and feel ashamed."

(book thuds)

Maybe we should read another...

Oh, Nastenka.
(pensive music)

(bed creaking)

(book thuds)

(nunchucks clanking)
(pensive music continues)

(switch clicks)

(Fyo snoring)

(brooding music)

(Fyo gasping)

(drum clattering)

(Fyo breathing heavily)

(Nastenka exhales)

Mm. (laughs)

(children chattering indistinctly)

(Fyo gasping)
(dramatic music)

(tense Western music)

(tense Western music continues)

(tense Western music continues)

(faeces squelching)
(birds chirping)

(shoe rasping)

(tense Western music)

(wings fluttering)

(tense Western music continues)

I know who you are. She
doesn't love you anymore.

She loves me. Why are you bothering us?

We're gonna get married soon,

and we don't have room
for ghosts in our life.

- Do I scare you, little man?

- No.

- I came back for my girl.

She belongs to me.

- She doesn't belong to you.

You didn't even call her from Africa.

- [Steve] You don't beat her, do you?

- No.

- This is all my fault. I
should have called or something.

(hand thudding)
- Sorry, pal.

- I should have loved
her like she loved me.

- It's too late for that now, you know?

But it's okay. She, she's
forgotten who you are.

- She has?

- Seriously, it's not a big deal.

She just, she doesn't have
feelings for you anymore.

(Steve sighs)

Uh, you know, she was in
love with the idea of you,

but not really you.

She loves me now.

I even read her stories at night.

- Do you take good care of her?

- Yeah.

- Oh.

Oh, oh.
(feet shuffling)

(nunchucks clattering)

What's that?
- Huh?

- What is that?
- What?

- What are those, nunchucks?

- Yeah, no, I mean... (laughs)

- What, were you gonna use
them to defend her against me?

I mean, come on. I'm a missionary, dammit!

- Calm down.

(Steve breathing heavily)

- Nastenka is my special girl.

- No, Nastenka is my special girl.

(nunchucks clanking)

(hand thuds)
(tense music)

(Fyo whimpers)

(feet pattering)

(Fyo screaming)

(both grunting)
(tense music continues)

(Fyo screaming)

(Fyo continues screaming)
(tense music resumes)

(both grunting)
(feet shuffling)

- What are you doing?

- Fighting.
- What are you doing?

(both grunting)
(tense music continues)

- Fyo, what's going on, Fyo?

- Huh.
(birds chirping)

- Steve?

Steve, is that you?

- [Steve] Nastenka.

- Oh, Steve.
- Oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

- [Nastenka] Fyo?

- Nastenka.
- Fyo.

Oh.
- Oh.

Oh.
- Oh, oh.

Steve?
- Nastenka.

Steve.
- Oh.

- Oh.
- Oh, oh.

- Oh, Steve, I can't believe you're back.

- I'm so sorry.
- Oh.

- But you, you were imprisoned.

- I escaped.
- Why?

- What, imprisoned?

- Oh, they held me prisoner
in Africa, in Mugumbai.

You didn't know?

- No, I didn't know. Is
that why you didn't call me?

- Well, I couldn't.
- Oh.

But, Fyo, you knew. How did you know?

- Oh, I'm sorry. Uh, Sister Sarah told me.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I, I-
- Oh, you lied to me?

Lying is bad. Why, Fyo?

- Because-

- No, Fyo.
- Because...

- No, oh.

- I missed you so much, Nastenka.

I thought about you every
day of my capture in Africa.

- Oh.

- You're the reason I survived.

- Do you still love me?

- Oh, oh.

I love you more than
anything I ever loved before.

- Oh.

- I owe my life to you.

And I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.

- You remembered my birthday.

- (exhales) It was all I thought about

while my wounds healed
in the deserts of Africa.

- Oh, Steve.
- Nastenka.

(Nastenka and Steve moaning)
(lips smacking)

(hand thuds)
Ooh, thanks, pal.

- I hope you don't mind my eyes.

- [Steve] Oh, you look more beautiful now

than you ever did before.

- [Nastenka] Oh.

- I'm sorry, Nastenka.

I know you hate me now.

I know you hate me.

- No, Fyo, I don't hate you.

I'm just disappointed.

You lied to me, Fyo.

Why did you lie to me?

Shame on you.
(birds chirping)

It's okay, though.

Everything's okay 'cause Steve's back.

So...

- No, but, but wait.

He told Sister Sarah not to
give you his number in Africa.

- No, I didn't.
- No, he didn't.

Steve, can you take me home?

(pensive music)

Steve.

- Can I come?

- [Nastenka] No, not today. Fyo.

- I missed you so much, babe.

- Steve.

(feet shuffling)
(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(birds chirping)
(pensive music continues)

(waves lapping)
(birds continue chirping)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(pensive music continues)

(clock ticking)

(water pattering)

(scissors rasping)
(clock continues clicking)

(pensive music continues)

Dear Fyo, it's been three months now.

Forgive me. I beg on my
knees for you to forgive me.

I was so confused. I
didn't know what love was.

You were so gentle and kind.

God knows what I would do for that now.

I hope you found happiness.

I tried to find it,

but I think I left all
my happiness with you.

Steve set a wedding date for us.

It's like I'm being swept downstream

into someone else's life.

I'm scared I'll never hear from you again.

I know you can't forgive me.

I never even deserved you.

I don't know why you chose to love me.

I was so selfish.

How dare I ask?

But I wish you would come to the wedding.

I wish you could come and maybe,

uh, the invitation's attached.

I'm sorry I hurt you, Fyo.

I miss you.

I love you,

your Nastenka.

(button clicks)

(gentle music)

(plastic rustling)

(feet shuffling)
(gentle music continues)

(birds chirping)
(gentle music continues)

(footsteps plodding)

- Hey, you littering?

- Uh, yeah, no, I mean, I,
I, (laughs) I guess I was.

Sorry.

- Do you mind if I-
- Oh, no, not at all.

- Thanks.

It's a beautiful day, huh?

- Yeah, I know, right?

- Somebody told me I could
see the ocean from up here.

- Oh, yeah, you can, on a-

- Really?
- on a clear day, yeah.

Here, you can use my binoculars.

- Thanks.
- Uh-huh.

- You know, I've never seen it before.

- Really?
- Yeah, not in person.

- Okay.
- I've been travelling

1,500 miles.

- It, it's beautiful.

- Hmm, but I guess it's too foggy.

- Hmm.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Hey, my name's Jenny.

- Oh, Fyo.
- Fyo.

- Yeah.
- That's an interesting name.

- Thanks.

- So do you wanna join me?

I'm gonna try to make it before nightfall.

- Um, I'm actually, um,
I'm heading that way.

- [Jenny] Oh, well, where are you heading?

- Uh, I'm not sure yet.

I'm just gonna start my journey

and see where the road takes me, I guess.

- Well, I definitely recommend it.

You can learn an awful lot about yourself.

- Uh, I hope so, yeah.

- Excuse me. You have a little-

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- Oh, it's okay.

- Well, good luck with your journey.

Thanks, see ya.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Uh, have a nice time at the beach.

- Okay.

(footsteps plodding)
(birds chirping)

(bell tolling)

(footsteps plodding)
(bell continues tolling)

- Ah, a little pull there.

Tuck there.

(footsteps plodding)

You look so beautiful.

Boom! Okay.

You look beautiful.

You look prettier than both
Princess Di and Princess Grace.

- Thanks.

- Strange how they both died
in car crashes, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I remember it so well.

Tragic.

But don't you worry yourself.

You have found your Prince Charming.

My Steve is gonna look
after you and protect you.

Right?

- Surely.
(footsteps plodding)

- Let's go, Nastenka. Everybody's waiting.

Chop, chop.

(hands smacking)
(Steve laughs)

Sister Sarah.

Nastenka, what the hell are you doing?

- I can't.

- Are you outta your mind?
- I love him.

I love him. (grunts)

- You can't walk out on this now!

I done paid for this thing, man!

Nastenka!

Nastenka!

- Fyo.
(jaunty music)

Fyo, help me.

Fyo, Fyo.

(shoes clacking)

Fyo, Fyo, Fyo.

Fyo, Fyo.

Fyo.

Fyo, Fyo.

Fyo.

Fyo.

Fyo, Fyo.

Fyo.

Fyo, Fyo.

(Nastenka grunts)
(body thudding)

(Fyo inhales)

(birds chirping)

(gravel crunching)

(Nastenka sobbing)
(sombre music)

(Nastenka continues sobbing)
(sombre music continues)

(gravel crunching)
(Nastenka continues sobbing)

- [Fyo] Nastenka.

(Nastenka breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)

Here.

- Fyo, oh!

Oh, Fyo, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Here I was telling you all
these things about love,

and you're the only
person who ever loved me.

Oh, Fyo, it's not about me.

I want you to know that it's
not about me. It's about you.

You're so good, and God,
Fyo, will you forgive me?

Please, Fyo.

- There's nothing to forgive.

I, I just, I can't come to your wedding.

- What?

- I'm sorry. I, I, I just can't.

- Fyo, there is no wedding.

- What?
- I don't love Steve.

I don't wanna marry him.

- You, you don't?
- No, Fyo, I love you.

I wanna be with you. Fyo, I'm so sorry.

If I ever interrupt you
while you're talking to me,

please interrupt my interruption.

Promise me-
- Listen, listen, I, I-

- that you're gonna interrupt me.

- I, I, I never minded your interruptions.

Uh, I actually look forward to them.

The sound of your voice, it's-

- You shaved.
- beautiful.

Yeah.
- Oh.

(gentle music)

Oh, Fyo.

(hands rasping)
(gentle music continues)

(pensive music)

What is that?

- It's my backpack.

I'm going on my journey.

- On your journey?

- Yeah.

- Where to?
(birds chirping)

- I don't know yet.

Um, I'm just gonna go.

- Oh.
(pensive music continues)

(feet shuffling)

- Nastenka, will you come with me?

(Nastenka exhales)

- Yes.
(gentle music)

(lips smacking)
(gentle music continues)

(birds chirping)

♪ Right from the beginning ♪
(gentle music)

♪ The birds wouldn't stop singing ♪

♪ Little songs for you and me ♪

♪ This is a simple love ♪

♪ Floating on a feather ♪

♪ Dreaming we'll always be together ♪

♪ When you hold me in your arms ♪

♪ I could close my eyes and die ♪

♪ Life is like bliss ♪

♪ When I think about your sweet kiss ♪

♪ I don't want a thing to change ♪

♪ This is my simple love ♪

♪ I can see how our life will be ♪

♪ Laughing and dancing forever ♪

♪ And when our hair turns
grey and our lives fade ♪

♪ We will look back and
remember that first day ♪

♪ First time when I saw you ♪

♪ Your eyes shining in the moonlight ♪

♪ I just knew this was a simple love ♪

(gentle music)

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