NAZAR: to Novosibirsk.
PETER: Stasyan and I go out early.
NAZAR (to Peter, having put things): and why you told-the lucky man?
PETER: Ah, place something, have you what?
NAZAR: the Thirteenth.
PETER: Well… that's what I mean…
NAZAR: I See. And I'm not superstitious, I don't care, as long as the company pleasant the road was.
PETER: On this account don't worry, a day or two will shake together, a conversation develops like, come on, what do to meet you (holds out hand)? Peter!
NAZAR (holds out his hand in reply): Nazar!
STAS (holds out his hand): Stas!
NAZAR (holds out his hand to Stas): Nazar!
A graceful girl's hand descends from the top shelf, awkwardly trying to say Hello in a manly way.
NASTYA: Nastya!
Nazar raises eyes upward, Stas and Peter, too, pay attention on the handle and on voice.
Nazar sees a pretty smiling girl's head with disheveled hair sticking out from under the blanket.
NAZAR: Nazar, nice to meet you.
NASTYA (looking out from the top shelf, smiling): Also going to Novosibirsk?
NAZAR: Yes.
PETER (mockingly it's a shame): And us not said "very pleased" when got acquainted. Ah, Nazar-Nazar, just appeared, and already you bring confusion and uncertainty to the ranks of passengers. Double standards everywhere, what a country!
Nazar looks at Peter, smiles, looks back at Nastya, catches her fleeing smiling look.
Nastya immediately turns to the wall embarrassed, pretends that he continues to sleep.
Nazar sits down on his seat.
NAZAR (loudly, to all): On the occasion of the truce offer fifty!
STAS (playing along with Peter): E… no, brother, you hurt us to the heart. So only on a hundred!
NAZAR (winking): No question!
Nazar takes an expensive, exclusive bottle out of his bag.
PETER (enthusiastically): Oh… the evening ceases to be languid. Well, nastyuha, hold on, now apply stronger fall our shackles of timidity I…