Emotionally tense environment, sweat trickling down the back, the fury of the beast lurking inside. She watches you, waits for your actions, does not take her eyes off you, the viewer on the other side of the ballet hall. She stands tiredly at the bench, in a half-empty room, where there are only two of you. This second, frozen in the summer heat, the silence will be interrupted by a new impulse, the energy of which lies in the ballet nymph awaiting the signal.