NICHOLAS (shouting): E.... Stop! Where?!!
Nikolai begins to whistle.
LYUBA (shouts): Stop!
The driver heard a whistle and a scream, sees in the right mirror two poor fellows desperately waving their hands, stops the bus, opens the door.
Lyuba and Nikolai get on the bus, the doors close.
The hum of the bus motor emits movement.
STEPAN (winking at Gosha): Well, a couple of tickets down and you two, already minus five.
Two panting figures squeeze between the rows of seats and sink heavily into the empty seats.
LYUBA (turning is unknown to whom): And I now not realized, this that was?
NIKOLAI (to the driver): You, why left, still same time Parking?
Stepan slyly evaluates in the rearview mirror the man who spoke and the well-fed girl, makes a half-surprised, half-condemning nod.