The blank space, white and barren. The screen slowly moves over it, finally reaching a peculiar sight. On a white cube pedestal sits an elegantly dressed girl. Her long brown hair is spotlessly pressed with her bangs to match. She is wearing a tasteful amount of make-up in brown and golden tones. Her neck and wrists are adorned with delicate jewelry. And her dress? Oh, her dress! It is a fine silk piece in the same shade of brown as her shiny hair. The sleeveless evening attire has a long V-neck that would seem vulgar on anyone else but her. It is sewn into strips with bold prints of earthly tones put together in a surprisingly compatible way. Among many are, for example, one with printed cream necklace chains while another has a field flower with curvy leaves. From a few completely brown strips there, her restless knee pops out swaying, showing us her sensible high-heel shoe. That girl is Serbia, and despite never looking more beautiful, she appears bored and slightly somber.
Upon noticing us, the girl beams with joy. "Oh finally. Some company" she straightens up and adjusts her dress. "It's good that you're here. I was getting lonely."
Looking at herself she presses her lips into a smile. "You're probably wondering why I am dressed this way. Well, if you must know. I'm going out. I don't know when and I don't know with who. And yet, here I am. Sitting pretty. Waiting..."
She turns her head slightly awkward and looks around. "I may be here for a long time. Do you mind staying here for a little longer? I can tell you some anecdotes."
The camera moves up and down as if nodding. Serbia smiles delighted. "Great, let's see now" she holds her hand to her dark red lips. "Aha! I know. Do you know what a Swedish Action flick is? *(Шведски акциони)
She looks at the viewers blinking her lashes done with black mascara. "No? Never mind. I'll tell you" she says straightening up, letting us hear the expensive silk ruffle. "After WW2, the people of Yugoslavia were a bit isolated... you know, communism and all. Still, they yearned to obtain some things capitalism had to offer. So they did? They found ways and got things like clothes and movies... Even porn? And do you know where they got the first porn flicks from?" she looks at us inquisitively and patiently waits. "From Sweden!" She looks at us and shrugs. "I know, I was stunned as well. Imagine explaining that to a five-year-old."
She chuckles putting her hands into her lap as she continues. "On second thought don't... Now you can get porn from all around the world but the name still stuck. From the older generations it was passed down to younger perverts to continue the fun tradition of confusing the hell out of your naive friends... So if you ever get a chance to meet such tricksters know you know. That's all for today. Until next time. Take care."
She waves, sitting pretty as the scene moves away slowly.