Lady in Red

The sun melts your brain, the sea the remnants of common sense. Somewhere between the red lifeguard shack and the sunscreen-scented sand, someone completely loses their mind. Formally, it's sinking. In reality, he's drowning in flirting. Because the "lady rescuer" in the red swimsuit doesn't just save lives - she reshapes them. My heart is sending out an alarm signal, my pulse is racing, my breathing is getting erratic... but it seems like no one is going to call a doctor. It's like a summer romance in miniature - a little silly, ridiculously sincere, and of course, with the obligatory RKO instead of a kiss. Where an ordinary person asks for a date, the hero asks for resuscitation. And to this rhythm - with the gurgling of waves, the whistling of the wind, and the beating of a heart for two beats - it suddenly becomes clear: rescue isn't just on the water.