Nina was just meant to start short collaboration with ukrainian singer, get payed for songwriting and come back to Warsaw. That's what she assumed when she came to Lviv, convinced that's all what predictable life can offer her. But she was very wron...
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That would be better if someone just stabbed me or shot me down! - Nina's voice echoed throught the room. She looked around with surprise, not expecting that walls of old tenement building had so extensive acoustics.- How many times do I have to make copies? Oh, Christ! It would be better if I just took my own printer with me.. - She continued nagging and at the same time, completing printed cards- Oh right, fantastic idea. Keep convincing yourself it's a fault of printer. You just still don't know how to print on both sides, dumbass, huh?
- Is everything fine?- She heard behind her back. Middle-aged man with mustache emerged behind a doors of his flat. All what Nina knew about Mr. Bohdan was that he was half Polish, half Ukrainian and he was renting a cheap and cozy flats in Lviv. His polish was good and it was obvious that he undestood Nina's curses. She laughed at the thought of that but talking to herself wasn't one of the weirdest things that she ever did.
- Sir, what time is it? - She suddenly asked, hearing a church bells from the window - Don't tell me it's..
- 6 p.m.
- Sweet. Then I'm already late..
Nina took printout under her arm and stepped on something crispy. That's when she realised that floor and stairs were full of scattered, mashed up papers. She took them one by one and put them intro trash in a corner.
- Sorry for mess but why are you even keeping this printer on windowsill in corridor?
- It's temporary. They're changing plugs in our flat.
- Cool - Nina said, going down the stairs - Wish me luck!
- With what?! - Bohdan asked, confused.
- With life! Or.. whaterver - She out-yelled creaking of wooden stairs. The street she went to, led down to promenade with old buildings. Some places here remined Nina about the Old Town in Warsaw. It felt like moving to pre-war period. There was something inspiring in these tramways, narrow streets and colorful tenement houses. So when Nina appeard in one of these restaurants with old pictures and furnitures in retro style, all she wanted to do was sit in front of bar and smoke another cigarette this day. It was her favourite place. It didn't matter that she was in Lviv for few hours and it was a first restaurant she went in. The most important thing was that there wasn't any annoying waiter that would ask her to put out a cigarette.
- Yes, Ihor? Where are you? - She answered phone, speaking polish because she still didn't get used to russian, even if level of her knowledge of this language was quite decent.
- Hi, Nina - She heard him along with noise of a car - We're on way. We will be in ten.. maybe fifteen minutes, okay?
- Okay - She answered playfully because Ihor had tendency to overuse this word. Fifteen or even thirty minutes weren't big deal for Nina since she was able to be deep in thought for a long time. Especially now when she kept thinking about another part of her lyrics. Unfinished lyrics. That was like a wave. As soon as she felt how disgusting world and people were, her inspiration was suddenly coming back. Some people around her would say it's unhealthy to be down for so long time and they were probably right. But she would rather cry for the rest of her life and write good songs than be happy all the time and write the cheesiest songs ever. Ordered whiskey in front of her was making things even easier. Waiter poured her more of drink when he noticed her empty glass.
