Amateur actor

A professional electrician works in the villa of the rich professional actor. The electrician is also an amateur theater actor. The love of the amateur actor seems to be greater than the famous actor. The famous actor tries to make money but the amateur tries to do what he loves.
Lefteris Keteoglou, Mike Keteoglou, Ahileas Rovolis, Peter Saloufas, Ilias Tsiaras, Katerina Nikou, Nektaria Manti, Konstantine Fountoukis
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