The shooting of the day ended exceptionally quickly and everyone knew that the reason was the sharp exchange between Radosz and Różycki. The producer and director clashed in public to create an unprecedented and difficult situation for all. It is true that the producer apologized and admitted that the misunderstanding was due to him, but everyone saw that Różycki did not have such unlimited power and influence as he wanted everyone to believe.
Therefore, this discussion undermined the director's authority, and everyone was aware of it, including Różycki himself. It is true that he saved his face, but as long as Radosz stays on the set, the director's power will be very much endangered. Yet everyone knows a ship cannot have two captains.
Rafał Brylski, however, did not care about this situation at all. In fact, not being a professional actor, he knew neither the manners on the set nor the hierarchy of importance. He was supposed to listen to the dir
Ok, Rafał took the first step, he said it, but he didn't hear laughter. Not yet. But the first piece of information was not that shocking either.Damian Radosz was not a professional filmmaker, but he must have guessed that it is not easy to find the right romantic emotions when dozens of people from the film crew look at you. The kiss was something intimate, so if someone was not an experienced actor, they may have a problem with it.Many actors have the same problem, but everything passes over time.“You have nothing to worry about. As you get more experience on set, you'll be kissing like a pro. All you need to do is feel comfortable enough to bring up your emotions and real-life experiences.”So Radosz thought exactly as Rafał had predicted. He approached the matter in terms of a filmmaker. He assumed that the only problem with Brylski was his lack of experience on the set.But in the case of Rafał it was not the point at all!
"Of course you didn't! Your sexual orientation doesn't matter at all!" hotly assured Damian, and every word he said carved its way into Rafał's heart. "Everyone has the right to be who they are and it has nothing to do with work! It was Różycki who made the mistake, because he should have informed you well in advance what kind of scene he expected. He can't blame the actor for not being able to fulfill his whims immediately. An actor is also a man who needs time to get into the mood of the scene. I asked, because if Róźycki didn't know, the way he treated you proves he's an incompetent asshole, but if he knew, we could talk about intentional discrimination and…""He didn't know" quickly repeated Rafał blushing even more. Did Damian really not mind that Rafał was asexual? Did he not find it funny? "It's not something I would brag about to others.""I understand," Radosz admitted. His voice was natural and his smile was warm, not mocking. "Thank you
Being so different from everyone else was neither easy nor pleasant for Rafał. He really wanted to be like the others, but there was nothing he could do about it. Despite many attempts to rekindle the flame inside him, he just wasn't interested in any woman, not even the most beautiful one. Neither was a man, because that was something Rafał had tried too.His interest in sex with any particular person was nil.Unable to change this, Brylski had to accept his otherness and the fact that he was inferior to others, handicapped. That he was someone people would laugh at if they found out he felt no sexual attraction. Impotent was a really painful word.Especially since Rafal was not impotent. He was as responsive as possible to any physical stimuli, only he did not feel attracted to any particular person and even when he felt desire, he preferred to satisfy it himself rather than have to be in contact with another person.People, however, did not take the tr
“You should stay at the hotel,” Damian turned to the actor without breaking his fast march.“No way. If help is needed, every pair of hands will count.”“But...”Damian wanted to explain to him that in this weather, with such strong wind, lightning and maybe a huge downpour, it might be too dangerous for Rafał on the set. He wanted to explain to him that as an actor, he should seek shelter for himself and not expose himself to injury. But...Radosz saw determination in Brylski's eyes. The green flames burned with willpower. Rafał was not the fragile, naïve child or lamb that Damian had thought him to be at the beginning of their acquaintance. Rafał was a strong man with an even stronger will.On top of that, Brylski was right. If help was needed in securing the plan, every pair of hands would be useful.“Let's go!” Damian decided.There was no reason to delay. The wind was so strong
Anita instinctively wanted to refuse the invitation, but thought about the fact that the atmosphere around Rafał was not very good at the moment, so if she started to discourage people from coming to them, the situation could become even more unpleasant.“Fine” she agreed. “Thank you. But only until Rafał returns...”“That is enough” Marzena smiled charmingly and they both went towards the door of the restaurant.***“Look out!” shouted Rafał and pulled Damian so suddenly that he did not even have time to react. All he could do was fall inertly onto Brylski.A metal sheet with a metallic sound flew over their heads.What had actually happened? Damian blinked his eyelids as he looked into the mesmerizingly green eyes of Rafał Bryslki, whom he had under him. What had happened? Had Rafał just saved him?Time suddenly slowed its course. It flowed so slowly, as if it were actually standing st
The Little Match Girl was cold. She was so cold that she slowly turned into an icicle. She had only a few matches to warm herself, whose faint flame gave the illusion of warmth only for a few moments, too short to give hope.This cold did not come only from the snow and frost, on which the poor child had to stand, mute begging for help. Or perhaps the girl no longer had the strength to beg, not at that moment, when the last match went out?Human indifference was the greatest coldness. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people passed her by completely ignoring the child who was dying of loneliness, cold and hunger on the street. Why should they pay attention to her? Why should they spoil the joyful mood of Christmas by looking at a dirty, emaciated beggar? It was easier to look away and pretend not to see her.Some might say that those were the times. Back then, everyone was poor and couldn't afford to help a lonely, neglected child. Now
It was...Sparks of electricity ran from Rafał's mouth and tongue straight to his brain causing a short circuit. His brain turned out completely white and empty, but his tongue sought out Damian's tongue to entwine with it in a passionate dance.Rafał felt Damian's arms on his back. First on his back, and then on...“Uhm...” Brylski groaned uncomfortably and felt his consciousness begin to return. He broke the kiss and lowered his head, resting it heavily on Radosz's chest. His breathing was equally heavy.He was dizzy. From happiness. From shame. From desperation.Tears streamed down his cheeks.The experiment had worked.Rafal really wanted Damian.His heart, his mind and... his body wanted him.“I'm sorry” he said quietly freeing himself from Radosz's embrace and having turned so that he couldn't see his face, he walked away a few steps. “Give me a moment.”“Are you...?
Marzena Skierska was very kind to Anita Janiszek. Her cordiality surprised Rafał's friend. She approached the actress with some distance, expecting that she would want to get some information from her about Brylski. But that did not happen. After a few minutes Anita eased her suspicions and decided that Marzena really only needed someone's company.The hotel where they stayed was not top class, but it was the only one of such high class in this small town. That was why not all of the set's employees stayed here overnight, but only some of them. Marzena's assistant also had a room here, but perhaps she was currently somewhere in the city, or Skierska simply wanted to talk to a new person.Anita, however, was unable to be a good conversational companion today. She continually glanced nervously at the window through which she could see the entrance to the hotel. Although the torrential downpour that had broken up limited her visibility, Janiszek couldn't focus on anything