Zhanna: By the way, Yes!

YULIA (without taking her eyes off Kirill): Oh, no, girls, thank you, I'll wait. We are not in a hurry.

VIKA: Mom? Should I go to practice?

JULIA: A.... we're already late anyway. There's no hurry now. You know what? Go home, my daughter, and I'll come in and ask the doctor, because you don't have to be here. Go home, do your homework, and I'll be here for a long time, you see, two aunts and (gently) a man.

VIKA: Really? Cool. Well, that's it, I'll go home then.

Vika joyous runs away from the stage.

JULIA (looking pityingly at Cyril): Yes… and there's really nowhere to sit down.

Julia bridges, attracting the attention of a man, shows with all her appearance how uncomfortable she is and how hopeless her situation is.

KIRILL: (looking at Yulia's maneuvers, he turns to her): It really hurts to look at Vichy wanderings, I would be happy to offer you something, but there is nothing to offer except the second knee.

Moms laugh, appreciating the joke. Julia laughs the loudest. The laughter stops.

JULIA (seriously): I agree.

Yulia approaches Kirill, who is taken aback, and sits down on his second knee next to Dima.

JULIA (playfully turns to Dima): Hi! We're neighbors now! What's up?

DIMA: It's okay, aunt Yul. How are you doing?"

JULIA (enthusiastically): I remember! He remembered me! How nice. Oh, I'm fine. My daughter has been discharged and you will soon recover. What happened to you?

DIMA: I have a sore Throat.

CYRIL: purulent sore throat!

Julia jumps off her knee as if scalded and runs away, hiding behind Nelly and Jeanne.

All moms show excitement and apprehension, looking at Dima.

JULIA: It's contagious!

KIRILL: I was joking. We had too much ice cream on the weekend. Vaughn's own voice has also sat down (clears his throat).

The mothers laugh vaguely, a broken, unnatural laugh.

ZHANNA (to Cyril): And what do you do with the child to the clinic, why not the wife?

The other moms show genuine interest in the man's response.

KIRILL: WHAT's the big deal? Aren't men allowed in here?

NELLY: no, Why not. You can, of course. It's just that men don't meet here very often. Usually mothers take children to the reception. And in General, in General, mothers are usually more engaged in children. No?

Cyril takes his son off his knee.

KIRILL (son): Go, Dima, draw while there with Marina and Rudik.

The boy leaves.

KIRILL (sadly): Usually… Usually, I think so. But I don't have a wife. Die in childbirth.

NELLY, JEANNE, JULIA (together they cover their mouths with their hands in fright): Ah!

The office door opens and Dina comes out, looking pleased.

DINA: Uh, well, everything seems to have been discussed, now I won't come for a long time.

Jeanne jumps up from her seat and turns to Dina with a panicked look of hope.

JEANNE: How about everything? About everything? And about cucumbers and tomatoes and the whole crop?

DINA (quite): Yes!

JEANNE: And what about seeds and winter crops?

DINA (quite): Yes!

JEANNE: AND about pensions?

DINA (quite waving her hand): Also!

JEANNE (from the last hope): What about grandchildren?

Dina thinks about it. Her face shows confusion and a sly smile.

DINA: Actually, I didn't want to tell you, my granddaughter is about to be born. Ah, well, I was, I wasn't.

Dina gives an elaborate wave and returns to the office.

ZHANNA (to Cyril): And what have you been doing all this time? One?

KIRILL: Yes, it's fine, I'm used to it. At first, it was certainly difficult, but this is good. It was distracting from the loss. Then everything settled down more or less. Dimka I have almost no pain, a strong guy. He's good.