Dimanasus prophecy

INT. VICTOR'S APARTMENT – ROOM - MORNING

  FADE IN

Oksana stands close to the computer desk table. She pulls up her skirt with her left hand. She looks back at her butt cheeks. Victor’s snoring loudly.

OKSANA
  My poor beautiful ass… You were worked too hard
  tonight... This bloody ass-lover-fucker is still
  sleeping! I bet he even expects me to make him
  breakfast in the morning, and cap it off with a
  hot cup of coffee brought directly to his bed!...
  What a naive bastard!

The incoming email alert and Victor’s very load snoring sounds at the same time.

OKSANA
(continuing her conversation to herself)
  Well, well, well! Let’s have a look! I know, I
  now, I am a bad girl!.. Just a little depraved!
(Sounds of a moving chair and Oksana sitting own).

OKSANA
(continuing)
I'm a ve-e-e-ry bad girl, and v-e-e-e-ry
depraved!

INT. VICTOR'S APARTMENT – ROOM - MORNING

Oksana sits at the computer. She carefully and slowly whispers aloud the messages as she reads them. She struggles with the meaning. Victor's still snoring loudly.

OKSANA
I ought to learn better learn English at school…
I can't understand a thing....Wow!...Here's
something I can understand!...“Happy Birthday!”

  Well, well, well…that bloody alcoholic's birthday
  is tomorrow, and no one told me anything about it
  until now!

  From Angela" Isn't that sweet? Hmmm! I wonder
  who that bitch is? Oh my god, there are pictures in
  it! Come on, let’s see them!

Oksana clicks on the email attachment and the pictures all appear.

INT. VICTOR'S APARTMENT – ROOM - MORNING

Oksana is sitting at the computer desk. She suddenly turns around and sees Victor standing behind her. The sound of a face being slapped is heard. Oksana is petrified. Her breathing gets harder and harder. She tries to say something, but she's only able to utter a few strange vowels sounds like “A” -“O”-“E”.
 

VICTOR
  What the hell are you - you fucking bloody pussy -
  doing here?!... Get out of my house right now!