Garden outside the House. Mikhail finds an excuse to get some air. Villanelle don´t need any, just exists. Mikhail makes some smal effort to fix an allready stable Safety for their Horses. Mikhail : Is an apology in order? Villanelle : From me? Mikhail : For you to accept it. Villanelle : No, we´re all children to our incomplete parents. No one´s perfect. Mikhail : Is it a talent, to take everything with such clinical insight? Villanelle : It´s hard work. Life, maybe. You lie down in the snow. On a wall. Sing the National Anthem. Grasp all info when the Wall trumbles. Mikhail : There has been sporadic, sometimes intense debates about you. On how a kind of Demonic murderer you stuposedly is. I wish i shoot him. For that matter! Villanelle : I was so smal. I barely remember. Before i know it, i stood there.. gun where smoking. Training.. Mikhail : Yeah, it´s life... Hes name is Trickster, wanna´ say hello? Villanelle walks up to the Horse and pats is Hair with a purified