Before his entrance, there is a box of Greek Pece that awaits her. He rubs him on the tips of his dance shoes. In the scenes, posing, awaits the orchestra signal to enter. Something indescribable fills his body. Then he leaves everything behind and takes flight. The scent of the resin mixes with lacquer, skin and dust. An iris sublime intoxicates the air. Under the moon, satin and tulle merge with the skin, and a swan ethereal Bianco dance on the shore of a lake. His arms are soft and sinuous wings. The curve of his shoulders gives off a sensuality imbued with sweetness. His legs, a veil of rose. When it becomes the black swan, the passion burns within her. 32 times, Pirouette, suspended from a thread. Pure seduction, the dancer sides slightly on the Bolshoi stage.