The husband looks at his wife questioningly.

The pause drags on.

YANA: (seriously) SINCE when are you interested

in this? : (sincerely, extremely interested)

Yana carefully twitches her shoulders, returns to the mirror, and grabs the second earring.

YANA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (thoughtfully) Do I still love you?.. I haven't asked myself that question in a long time, and you want me to answer it. Love in General is a very strange thing. Sometimes it is not enough to understand it for a century. (Dreamily) It's easier to be in love. As soon as I introduce Kostya, my school friend… my so-called "first love"…

Lyrical music starts playing (recommended by Gaitana "The best" – the last chorus from the time of 2min. 10 sec. and to the end)

Yana dances, approaches her husband, asks for help with gestures to fasten the zipper on the dress, stays there with her thoughts… with this very Kostya, the husband dutifully zips it, but he hears everything, he understands what is happening.

He reluctantly undresses, and Yana happily gathers herself on the rise.

The husband goes into the room, the wife goes to the exit, automatically kisses him on the cheek, completely senseless, "robotically" and goes to the door, with a great mood and lust puts on graceful boots, a fashionable jacket… Yana soars… her

Husband goes into the room, sits down in a chair, puts his head in his hands, realizing the drama of the situation as a whole.

Yana leaves the apartment.

The music ends.

ZTM.

STREET

A beggar crouches against the wall.

He looks as if at the sky, but the cap has moved so that you can't see the face. In front of the beggar is a box containing several bills.

Philip walks slowly, hands in his pockets, head down, himself hunched, broken.

He is equal to a beggar. Stops.

PHILIPP: (beggar) How are you, buddy? the

beggar gestures "OK" while continuing to sit in his pose.

Philip takes a crumpled pile of bills from his pocket and tosses them to the beggar without counting them.

PHILIPP: How about now?

The beggar bends down, opens the space for the eye on the cap with his hand, sees the amount, returns to the starting position. She holds out her hand to Philip and introduces herself.

MARK: mark!

Philip shakes his hand in return.

Philip: Philip!

MARK: shall We sit down?

Philip, without thinking twice, sits down next to him in the same position, looking somewhere in the sky.

PHILIPP: I'm in no hurry, so why not sit down. What are you doing here?

": The fate of the villain. No health, no documents, no connections… nothing. But apparently, today and even tomorrow I will live, thanks to one generous person.

Mark offers his hand, and Philip shakes the beggar's hand in return.

MARK: Thank you.

Mark frees his hand and sits with his mouth closed. Philip can hear his thoughts.

MARK's voice in the recording: interesting… when I had everything, I hardly met any good people. I was surrounded by thieves and hypocrites. And when I found myself on the porch, I began to meet beautiful people almost every day. It may not be so straight beautiful, but they open up to me in the best qualities. And the most interesting thing… I'm still alive, even though I've been fighting for survival every single day for a long time. Amusing… It makes sense to know.

Philip gets up, looks at the beggar with respect and interest, and takes a few steps back.

PHILIPP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) That's really interesting.

Philip leaves with his head down again and his hands in his pockets.

FOREST

Twilight, rain.

Philip goes on stage in a windbreaker, with a rope, looking for a place to put it, ties it to something at the top, is going to hang himself. The rope gets tangled, he can't untangle it, he throws it. Takes out a large blade, looks at it as the last thing he sees in his life.