ztm, that is, a blackout, and i usually ran away in the dark with my sword, the light turned on, baron mikha no one, i look at him, and his face is scared, confused, he thought that he hit me naturally, and i wink at him that everything is fine, everything is fine, but i myself think, where? i turn back, stand up in the audience, suddenly there is laughter, and i understand that all my curls , which are intact for the day, all the invisible ones are sticking out, more invisible ones are falling off me, they probably look like this to the audience that it turns out that the king is naked, that is, i am curly and invisible, and my wig is there, then applause is heard, and i realized that they were happy that i, they also apparently thought that i had been injected naturally, they clapped, and i crawled wounded ... i crawl, i crawl towards this wig, i take it, i crawl into the wings, the actors sour, the audience laughs and claps, this is the story when the audience gets up from their seats, gets up themselves and they applaud, and you bow once, let's go behind the scenes, they clap and clap, t

blackout, that is , a blackout, and i usually ran away in the dark with my sword, the light turned on, baron mikhared, angry, he thought that he hit me naturally, and i wink at him that everything is fine, everything okay, but i’m thinking, where is ztm, where is ztm, no ztm, how can i leave the stage, i mean, i look, my wig is there, i feel like there’s something wrong on my head, i think i need to leave, okay , since i have to leave, that means i... will pretend to be wounded, i mean i came up with the idea that i’m wounded, and i’m thinking, well, i need to take the wig, i get up, in the hall, when the wig fell and we fell, there’s a pause in the hall and everything is like that, the auditorium is silent, i turn around in this silence, rise up into the audience, suddenly there is laughter, and i understand that my curls are all these, which the whole day, all the invisible ones are sticking out, more invisible ones are falling off me, they have such a look, probably from the audience, that... it turns out that the king is naked, that is, i have curls and invisible ones, and my wig is there, the

ztm, that is, blackout, and i usually ran away in the dark with my sword, the light turned on, baron mikha here, i look at him, and his face is frightened, angry, he thought that he was i hit it naturally, and i wink at him that everything is fine, everything is fine, but i myself think, where is the ztm? where is ztm? no ztm? how can i leave the stage? so i look, my wig is there, i feel like there’s something wrong on my head, i think i need to leave. okay, since i have to leave, then i'll play injured. so, i came up with the idea that i was wounded, and i thought, well, i need to take the wig, i get up, in the hall, when the wig fell and we fell, there was a pause in the hall and everything was like that, but the auditorium was silent. i'm in this silence. i turn around and stand up the audience, suddenly burst into laughter, and i understand that all my curls, which have been there all day long, all the invisible ones are sticking out, more invisible ones are falling off me, they are so visible... when the spectator rises from his seats, rises himself, they applaud, and you you bow once