On a table stands Anna, dressed in a designer outfit, a tight black dress. She looks solemn and gloomy, as if she is preparing for a funeral.

WW sits on a chair, watching.

Anna dressed in a flowery shirt and baggy trousers dances on the table.

Tight close-ups.

WW tries to catch her. She teases him, avoids him. Her eyes tell another story, black with hatred.

Anna laughs and they fall in each others arms.