I wrote the screenplay for “The Ukrainian Job” (though it got partially rewritten during the Ukrainian translation process), but still—this is my first ever work in cinema! Hell yeah!
It was a hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside, ensuring the lobby of the “Sunset View Inn” motel was packed to the brim this scorching July afternoon. A small room—containing a registration desk, a couple of worn leather couches, a plush armchair, and a few coat racks—was the only place with air conditioning within a fifty-mile radius. Behind the registration desk stood Mrs. Judy Sanders (a slender brunette in her mid-40s, widowed young, now the sole owner…
This Monday, I had the incredible fortune to attend a meeting with Frédéric Beigbeder at YBK. I still can’t quite recover from the experience. There you are, sinking into a beanbag, and in front of you sits a living legend. Sipping Red Bull with vodka from a plastic cup, he jokes, shares his thoughts and fears, patiently answering (sometimes foolish) questions. Just a regular person, as alive and flawed as the rest of us. To…
Steven was a model worker. He had been a salesman-consultant for an internet store for two years now, and while he hadn’t moved up beyond home electronics and mass-market product sales, his future looked bright. He genuinely loved his job. He put his all into every aspect of it, no matter what they assigned him. There was a reason that, for two months running, Steven had held the proud title of Salesman of the Month.…
It was love at first sight. One random encounter at a mall, an innocent brush of skin, a shiver like an electric jolt, and that sweet, undeniable realization: “You’re in trouble, girl.” The fog in her mind, wobbly steps, the blur of everything around her, heated embraces in a fitting room, their bodies intertwining like two rivers crashing into one roaring current, and then… his hand on her chest. How many times had she replayed…
