The camera pans quickly from a pile of high heels to Katya’s face as she grunts with effort, trying to zip up a bulging suitcase. She suddenly jumps and sits on top of it with a triumphant smile, her hair bouncing. The room is filled with warm golden light and floating dust motes. Dialogue in this scene: Катя: "Так, стразы — на вечер, шёлк — на пляж... Идеально! Абхазия, встречай свою королеву...
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