"So what are we doing here?" Lucia asked, looking at Malevich's Black Square painting. At first she stood straight, then, fixing her head in the same position, she began to rotate around the head, trying to figure out where this square had the top.

- In terms of? It was you who dragged me to the exhibition, did you forget, or what?

I'm a redhead, not a blonde. I remember. Just wondering why we stand and look at this ugliness, instead of looking for spirits?

“Why did you drag me here at night?” God, I want to sleep so much, but instead I have to deal with your problems.

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