It all started with a skirt. Looking at Zhanna, Olya suddenly frowned and went to the very edge of the stage. From here, Sablina's legs seemed simply unrealistically long. Olga clapped her hands, attracting the attention of the actress. Jeanne stopped mid-sentence and bowed her head in displeasure.

- Zhanna, I'm sorry, but the hem of the skirt has come apart.

- What? - in the voice of Sablina there was not even a hint of philanthropy.

- The hem parted, - Olya repeated.

- Well, hooked, what now?! Sablina snapped.

- Take it off, I'll sew it up.

- Don't care about him! - Zhanna waved her hand, straightening...