Semchik (frowning, but with interest). I mean, does he not understand the hints? She called for tea, and she cheated! What hints can there be? Some crazy girl. Candles, a bubble bath, a bed… She's up to something illegal anyway, I'd tear my claws out of there too, fuck such stories!

Olchik (enthusiastically). Here! Can you imagine if there really were such fools? Is it possible to talk hints with guys?

Semchik (stretching). With us only in direct text, preferably the most direct and several times, for fixing, otherwise there is no way. There was some really strange lady in this movie. It looks like you've been watching some black stuff. So what? How did it end there? Did she drag anyone into her trap?

Olchik (curtailing the discussion). I don't know. Turned off this nonsense. Why look at something that can't be in life.

Semchik (supporting). Reasonable! But you know, women are fools, they say they meet in real life. A man, for example, came after work on Friday, took a drink (shows a gesture of drinking, a finger on the throat), of course. And his wife starts to nag him. Or there, during the week, a "pretty one" came, or just like that in broad daylight "threw himself". I've heard some people yell. And the fact that a man has the end of the working week, or someone's birthday, or maybe it's just bad at Heart, so they don't even allow the thought about it.

Olchik (supporting). I also heard that there are such. Real insanity. Thank God, you and I are normal.

Semchik (thoughtfully, judiciously). Yes… If there were someone like that in your place, a girla with a jerk, she would be shouting now, "clucking." I would be satisfied with an unnecessary and useless debriefing.

Olchik (practically interrupting, categorically supporting). There are, there are women – fools, what to take from them! In general, they do not push the male philosophy. And instead of trying to understand something and figure something out, they start to stupidly yell, hysteria and turn on the offense. They can't do anything else. Here are three manipulation tools for all occasions.

Semchik (approvingly). Olcha, what a bubbly girl you are! On the same wavelength with you, I adore you!

Olchik (happily). And I love you, Semulya!

They run together, kiss, hug.

Olchik (positively). Listen? Maybe we'll go to the cinema in the evening? Haven't been for a long time.

Semchik (with a sense of dignity). Rodnulya, half an hour ago I bought two tickets to some foreign kotovasia with your favorite actor, so we will definitely go!

The musical theme of the stage continues to sound.

Olchik rejoices, screams from an overabundance of feelings, hugs his beloved, kisses and starts hurriedly pulling off his clothes and from him, quite clearly making it clear what will happen now.

The musical accompaniment subsides and ends with the blackout.

ZTM.

Room. Warm, cozy atmosphere. There are two small armchairs and a table.

A lyrical musical theme sounds.

Olchik runs to the phone, dials the number in vain.

Olchik (into the phone, nervously). Hello? Hello? Hello, little sister. Tell me, did anything happen to my car there? Everything okay? Why am I asking? Because there in Novosibirsk cats fly from skyscrapers, as far as I am aware. So how? Everything is fine? No one fell on the roof? Yes? Have you checked? Exactly? And where is the car now? Yeah? Look out the window. Well, look, I'm asking you, is it difficult, or what? So? (Pauses, nervous). Have you looked? Are you sure everything's okay? Why is it nonsense? Okay, it doesn't matter, fine and fine. Forget. How is she? Cucumber? What a clever girl. All right, bye.