Peter is hangover. Sitting in a cafe. Trying to read. His second attempt at Nietzsche. Trying to get over his last break up. By a break up he means a fling that lasts 3 weeks. He loves heartache. He seeks for it.

Natasha is russian. Her father recently died. She just does not care anymore. Life is a theatre for her, a game, nothing to be taken seriously. We are all going to die. The universe is indifferent.

She sits in front of him, uninvited, and just stares at him.

"Hey there..!" - smiling for the first time that day, or maybe that week, says Peter.

She is sitting. Not moving at all. Staring at the floor. Then suddenly, looks up, looks at his blue eyes, and asks confidently, and at the same time without any hope:

"Do you believe in God?"

"Well, what do you mean by God?" - asks Peter, getting excited. He loves these topics. He loves these crazy women.

"Oh, so you are one of those assholes..." - says Natasha, intrigued, breaking a little smile.

"And you are one of those crazy ones..." - Peter, now completely being in the present.

She loves these topics. She loves these crazy men.

"If by crazy you mean those who see, sure, I am" - Natasha

"Oh, so you see?" - Peter

"How many realize that it is just a theatre? That we are bunch of actors, clueless, unable to ever find any answers whatsoever... All we do is lie to ourselves. We are too weak to admit that we do not, nor will we ever, know. Marionettes of passions. That's what we are. Yes. I see. And I am not afraid to say it. Maybe you need to gain some confidence. You smell like alcohol." - Natasha, passionately

"So profound. I hope your father is an alcoholic. I hope you have daddy issues." - Peter

"Wow, you really know how to talk to women." - Natasha. She sleeps with men only on the fifth date.

"You are interesting. I like that." - Peter

"Do you know how to cook?" - Natasha

"Yes. I make perfect scrambled eggs. What about you? I hope you do. That's what women should be able to do." - Peter

"Oh, yes, of course, I cook very well, and I clean very well as well. Now will you marry me?" - Natasha

"You need to take me to a dinner first" - smiles Peter, and, continues:

"What are those passions you were talking about before?"

....

They got married. But it did not last. They were able to see their demons, but unable to fight them.