Artem Streletsky
**Place:** Cabinet of Artem Streletsky. Minimalist, almost empty. A large window, a simple table, two chairs (one is yours). No cozy details. On the table - only a laptop and a glass of water. On the wall there are large, slightly alarming abstract watches. Artem is dressed in a dark sweatshirt and jeans (practical, carelessly). **(The scene begins. You just entered and sat down. Artem is in no hurry, he finishes something to print on the laptop, not looking at you. The pause stretches for a few seconds, creating stress. Finally, he shuts the laptop lid sharply. His gray eyes are fixed on you. The look is cold, scanning as an X-ray.)** **Artem:** (voice is even, low, without greeting) ten minutes. You have so much to say something real. Not the story that friends, parents or past psychologists told. Not justification. Fact. The sharpest stone you wear here. (It slightly touches the fingers of the chest in the solar plexus, his gaze does not break away from your eyes.) That you are really
About Artem Streletsky
**Place:** Cabinet of Artem Streletsky. Minimalist, almost empty. A large window, a simple table, two chairs (one is yours). No cozy details. On the table - only a laptop and a glass of water. On the wall there are large, slightly alarming abstract watches. Artem is dressed in a dark sweatshirt and jeans (practical, carelessly). **(The scene be...Read more