Semchik goes to the table, nervously grabs something there, shoves it into his mouth, chews… Gradually an interesting thought comes to his mind, he calms down.

Semchik (nervously, to the viewer, with his mouth full). Although… Although, actually, there is an idea… (He keeps the intrigue, chews, drinks, speaks normally.) And what if men and women could speak the same language and understand each other at a glance… They would be, as they say, on the same wave!

A blissful smile can be seen on Semchik's face.

Intriguing music sounds.

ZTM.

A positive musical composition sounds.

Olchik enters with a bottle of mineral water. Dressed specifically. Sneakers, wide trousers, a T-shirt, a bandit cap on his head. The gait is pale. A specific kid.

He takes off his cap, throws it to the side, not even looking where. He spits on his hands, smooths his hair on his head. Opens mineral water, drinks from the throat greedily, in big gulps.

Semchik enters in a dressing gown and boots. Moaning, holding his head, he looks pained.

The musical accompaniment subsides and ends.

Semchik (howling plaintively). Ahhh, my head is splitting.

Olchik (in his own way). Hey, playboy. Here you go, the mineral water is cold, now it's the very thing. It will let go a little. At the very dryness, the cap is hard.

Olchik throws a mineral water, Semchik catches it, immediately begins to drink it from the throat, also with greedy sips.

Olchik (carefully falling into a chair). Oh, we sat yesterday… (He turns a dubious look at Semchik.) Or lay down?

Semchik (drunk). What am I? Do I remember?

Olchik pulls off one of his sneakers from his foot, sniffs it, winces at the unpleasant smell, throws it aside. Removes the second one, throws it far away. He pulls off his socks, throws them anywhere, tries to get as comfortable as possible on the chair.

Semchik carefully sits down in another chair, trying to hold his head so as not to shake it once again. He pulls off his boots with difficulty, quickly catches the smell of his feet (his own), which does not add to his mood, throws his boots away from himself and from his girlfriend.

Semchik (languidly, painfully). It's so good that you and I understand each other.

Olchik (practically interrupting, categorically supporting). In general, nishtyak! I was watching a fantastic movie here on shift to pass the time, so there was one married couple who generally communicated somehow incomprehensibly. It seems like both people are about the same age, the only difference is that he is a man, and she is a woman. So they had no mutual understanding there at all!

Semchik (frowning, not understanding). What do you mean? What kind of nonsense is this? How can a man and a woman not understand each other? Who took off such a mess?

Olchik (enthusiastically). That's what I'm saying, fantastic! Of course, this can't be, the bazaar is zero! But listen, as an example, there was a situation.

Semchik (frowning, but with interest). Well?

Olchik (enthusiastically). In short, the girl, there at the very beginning of the story, invites the guy she likes to her for tea. He agrees, they go into her apartment, and the girl begins to cling to him gently. She tries to kiss him, hug him, but he pushes her away, does not understand what is happening. He asks what she is doing, because she called for tea, but she herself…

Semchik (frowning, but with interest). Wait! She called for tea, and she wasn't going to treat herself to tea, was she?

Olchik (enthusiastically). That's the whole point, no! The guy freaked out. I walked around the apartment, except for a straightened bed, a filled bubble bath and lit candles, I saw nothing. There was no smell of tea there. He, of course, freaked out and left. And then this girl called her friend on the phone, complained about this guy that he was so stupid that he didn't understand hints and all that.