Неоновый переулок под дождём в прозрачном плаще

The rain comes down harder. She finishes pushing the soaked hair back off her face with one hand, water running down her throat and collarbones, tips her chin down and holds the viewer's gaze, then hooks a thumb under the collar of the transparent slicker and pulls it a little closer around her shoulders against the cold, a slow half-smile arriving. The neon tubes above buzz and stutter once, throwing magenta and cyan across the wet plastic; steam surges from the vent behind her and the rain streaks flare through the light. Slow push in, no cut, shallow focus. She stays fully dressed in the slicker, satin camisole and trousers throughout, nothing is removed. Audio: rain hammering steel and standing water, water pouring off the awning edge, a neon tube buzzing and stuttering, a steam vent hissing, a distant siren.

Написан по-английски — ровно в том виде, в каком мы его отправили.