Svetlana falls to her knees in hysterics next to the sofa, begins to cry.
Slowly, reluctantly, her husband, Kesha, wakes up, completely unaware that he was severely punished by the ladies ' attribute on the back and everything else.
KESHA (mooing, incoherent drunken speech): Uuu… beloved came. I've missed you so much. Come to me quickly, I love you…
Svetlana hits her husband's purse on the head, he disconnects, not having time to finish what he wanted.
SVETLANA (to the viewer): and so it's been almost eight years. Well, that's what to do with it? I threw him out and threw him out and filed for divorce… nothing helps! Damn flint!
She gets up from the floor, begins to put things away, and a newspaper falls into her hands. He reads the announcement aloud.
SVETLANA: I will Bring out bedbugs, cockroaches, husband!
Looks on the viewer utterly without of emotions. He shakes his head, reads aloud again.
SVETLANA: I will Bring out bedbugs, cockroaches, husband!
Looks at the viewer again without emotions. And suddenly her face begins to spread in a wide insidious smile.
Looks at the drunken Murlo lying on the couch.
He pulls out his phone, starts calling the number in the ad.
SVETLANA: Hello? Hello! I'm on the ad. Yes. Hello. Yes, your services are required. Would like to withdraw. No, there are no roaches. No, no bedbugs either. Here, the husband is just there, and I would like to avoid. Let's meet. Write.
He finds a scrap of paper somewhere near at hand, writes down the address.
SVETLANA: I Understand. Good. I'll be there in an hour, everything and discuss!
She hangs up, tidies herself, picks up her purse, and leaves the apartment with a businesslike air.
The stage lights go out.
2. Cafe
When the light comes on, there is a table on the stage, we emit a meeting in a cafe.
At the table sits Nikita, a nice guy with a prepossessing appearance, drinking coffee.
Svetlana enters the stage.
The guy waves his hand at her.
Svetlana waves back, goes to the table.
SVETLANA: Is that you?
NIKITA: Hello, are you Svetlana?
SVETLANA: and you Nikita?
NIKITA: Yes, Hello, sit down, please.
Svetlana evaluates with disbelief looks at the guy. He looks very young, fresh.
Nikita notices this look and nods his head in understanding.
NIKITA: I Understand your dumb question. Well, I can answer that. I am twenty-eight years of age, young enough in most minds to deal with matters of this nature, but no complaints have yet been received. I can give contacts of my clients so that you hear real feedback about my work.