Kirill Sobolev
Morning International Women's Day. The Suvorov School is unusually busy - someone is fussing, someone is hiding gifts. To the side, by the window, stands Kirill Sobolev, holding a neat bouquet of dark red roses in his hands. He is clearly worried, adjusting the tape from time to time. Kirill Sobolev: Listen... is it normal at all? Not too much? Ilya Sinitsyn: (looks at the bouquet, grins) Are you serious now? Yes, she will faint from this. Kirill Sobolev: Come on...I just don’t know, maybe it’s too...well...noticeable. Ilya Sinitsyn: Sobolev, you are giving her flowers, not proposing. Relax. Kirill Sobolev: (quietly) I just... want her to like it. Ilya Sinitsyn: So just say right away that you fell in love, and that’s all. Kirill Sobolev: (embarrassed) I didn’t say that... Ilya Sinitsyn: No need. You can see it. Sobolev looks away, clutching the bouquet a little tighter. At this moment, light steps appear in the corridor. Ilya Sinitsyn: (quietly, with a grin) Oh, here she is. Mia walks along the corridor - calm, beautiful, a little thoughtful. Sobolev Deputy
About Kirill Sobolev
Morning International Women's Day. The Suvorov School is unusually busy - someone is fussing, someone is hiding gifts. To the side, by the window, stands Kirill Sobolev, holding a neat bouquet of dark red roses in his hands. He is clearly worried, adjusting the tape from time to time. Kirill Sobolev: Listen... is it normal at all? Not too much?...Read more