Room in Rome Page #2

Well, I'd be shut up

with the rest of his harem.

The day the doctor told me

I was expecting a girl,

an Egyptian nurse

who I'd told the story to

helped me escape in a Greek ship.

I arrived in Athens at dawn

so I decided to call her Alba.

How did you lose her?

I'd found out that Hamir

had gone to the authorities.

There was a warrant out for my arrest

in Saudi Arabia.

I knew that if I'd had Alba, ha...

He couldn't have rested

until I was caught.

I was only 18 so I got an abortion.

I sold my necklace and managed

to start a new life in Spain.

What about your mother?

I've never seen her again.

And is that how you became a lesbian?

This is how I became a woman.

What about you?

How did you become a woman?

I don't feel

like talking about my life.

You owe me.

What do I owe to you?

The truth or a lie?

Whatever you prefer.

Why? Do you think I lied to you?

It's the Agora in Athens.

Did you know that?

Which came first, the picture

or your story? Who inspired who?

Hm, good question.

This picture has been hanging here

since before you were born.

Long before, and it's been

waiting for me all this time.

Let's make a deal. No stories.

Just tell me where you live,

your area and everything,

so I can get an idea

of your surroundings.

-Hm?

- First go to Moscow.

You have

the biggest map in the world.

Now go to the Volga, further east.

Ala! Even further east.

From there towards Ostrov Nekrasov.

- Where? ?

- Ostrov Nekrasov.

Ostrov Nekrasov.

You write it, please.

What is that there?

Ostrov means island.

Tell me this is your house

and I'll have to spank your ass.

Wow!

It's as hard as a rock.

Hey, tell me,

what are you doing here in Rome?

Auditioning. I'm an actress.

A Russian film actress.

Are you a good one, a very famous

one, or just married to a mafioso?

- I'm single.

- So, you must be a very good one.

Congratulations.

Show me your Arabian palace.

It's not mine. Hm.

Aren't you going to show it to mo?

The thing is, if Hamir finds out that

we are sniffing over his house...

- What?

- Ha's capable of...

Anything could happen to us.

Look, if you don't show it to me,

I'll think you are the one

who owes me a story.

A true one.

I want to know where you live.

Look.

- Do you like it? ?

- (Natasha) Is it a village?

No, its a city called San Sebastian.

- Looks a bit small.

- It depends what you compare it to.

Rome.

Id say about, um...20 times smaller

Ha. Moscow is three times

the size of Rome.

Well, I like it, and you look a lot

like your city. Small, pretty face.

It's not my city.

I'm from Valladollid,

which is like three times bigger.

- Show ma your house..

- (Alba) It's here.

- They left the chairs out..

- (Natasha) So?

I wasn't expecting this.

- What? A child??

- (Alba) A boy and a girl.

- You have children.

- What? Can't I be a mother?

Of course.

What's up, Alba?

The father of your children

know you like women?

It's not that.

It's the picture. It's...

It's quite old.

Look at the beach.

It's full of people.

I'm sure we were there.

Or on the island.

We used to love spending Sundays

on the island.

This picture is from the summer I

started living in San Sebastian.

Two years ago.

What's wrong?

Alba, is there something

you need to tell me?

Poor thing.

Where did you come from?

How could you just show up like this,

without warning?

I can't believe I'm doing this.

What are you doing to me?

You're scaring ms, little Russian.

Is this ms?

I can't recognize myself.

Russian sounds so beautiful.

Only for you.

I'm trembling with fear too.

I'm going to give you

the best orgasm of your life.

Are you ready?

Yes.

- You know what I'd love?

- Tell me, anything you like.

Do you have a vibrator?

I'll come better

if you put something inside me.

I don't use vibrators.

And you're not going

to need one either.

I know myself.

- What about a little wine bottle?

- Hm.

I don't really fancy the idea of

anything masculine coming between us.

It's from "La Toscana". ".

Sounds very feminine.

Mm, Im not sticking anything

inside of you Natasha.

Alba, don't forget I like men.

But you like me as well.

Yes, but I like men more.

You know, I know plenty

who, once they've tried it with a

woman, never want to go back to man.

Well, I won't let that happen to me.

In fact, I prefer the opposite.

So after me

you expect to like men more?

That would be terrific.

It's not very nice

telling me this now.

Oh!

I don't want us to argue,

and even less over a bottle of wine.

An empty one too.

I'm going to order you something.

What are you doing?

Spaniards and Italians

we understand each others language.

Yes, it is.

'Hungry yet?'

The lady needs a vibrator.

'I'm sorry, we don't have any.

'But I can bring something else.

We have fruit.'

That's not good enough.

'Something else might work...'

No, forget it. Thanks, Max.

You are out of your mind.

You know that?

I did it for you.

What if Max takes it as an invitation

and comes up himself?

Well, then youll be able to choose

between Max or a bottle of wine.

Well, Max comes from Maxim us

It is also the diminutive of Maxim us.

Maximo.

Max.

We're fine, Max..

We don't need anything.

I brought a hot cucumber.

What?

I boiled it for two minutes.

It's sterile.

My friend would rather use

the wine bottle.

It's Tuscan.

What about you?

Me?

I'm a virgin.

Congratulations.

Spain beat Italy. Fair and square.

What's that? ?

The Eurocup. Soccer.

Soccer bores me.

What about your friend?

Her as well.

She's a Russian tennis player.

What?

I love Russian tennis players.

Though I'm starting to wonder.

Check her arm..

What?

One arm should be stronger

than the other.

Yes, you are

a tennis player. Look at your right arm!

I'm left-handed!

I mean left, sorry. And you've got

calluses. This is the proof!

Shh! Shh.

You two wanna have a trio?

Uh-oh.

Wanna see it first?

No, Max.

It's nice of you to offer, but no.

You speak Italian?

It's a beautiful language.

Please, go. Leave us alone.

I got my hopes up.

I thought it's what you wanted.

I'm sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

We shouldn't have called you.

Good night.

I was only joking about the cucumber.

Well, thanks to Max,

I've discovered a Russian tennis

player who speaks Italian.

- I like football too.

- You lied to me.

That mansion on the island couldn't be yours.

There is no tennis court.

So you understood me before?

- When?

- When I spoke to you in Spanish.

Yes, and I was thrilled.

Thrilled?

- To hear that you scare me?

- Yes.

Come here.

I'm beginning to realise that

everything about you scares me.

Your eyes. Your mouth.

Your smile.

The way you speak.

The tone of your voice.

Your smell. Your scent.

Your breath.

Your stunning body.

Your skin.

Your skin is incredible.

I'm more scared by

the colour of yours.

Your skin is like the Russian steppe.

That's very scary.

A question.

Mm...

If I had a twin sister,

identical in every way,

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