They play catch-up, around the bench, frolicking like children. They smile and laugh. They feel good. But they don't touch each other. Their relationship is sublime, no lust or even a hint of it.
Albina runs off to the side, turns around, says goodbye to Pantelei with an apologetic look, and reluctantly leaves.
The music ends.
Pantelei sits down, inspired, on the bench where Albina had just been sitting.
The song ends, and the music stops.
PANTELEI
Pantelei sits down more comfortably, rubs his knees playfully, and with a sly smile and a twinkle in his eyes continues his delicate thought.
PANTELEI (thoughtfully): Yes…, there is no other way to say it. No, Pantelei, this young lady will not leave your mind, your heart, your imagination so easily… Albina… That's life, isn't it? You live yourself a little calm, you don't touch anyone, and suddenly ON! You meet a person who…
Pantelei tries to portray something with gestures, but he is not very good at it.
PANTELEI (emotionally): That's how they do it, huh? Men? Does anyone know how they do it? After all, here you look – and the height is like everyone else's and the figure is plus or minus. Two arms, two legs, some kind of hairstyle on the head, perfume, manicure… Well, it's just like everyone else. But here they take something that is not in anyone else! And this is different… you can't explain it to yourself, but you can feel it! And so you feel that you do not know where to go.
Pantelei gets up nervously from the bench and walks around.
PANTELEI (emotionally): You start behaving like a fool, talking all sorts of nonsense. Smile like a blockhead and… Yes, you all know what to explain… Oh, women… Interesting characters.
Lyrical music sounds.
Pantelei leaves the stage.
ZTM.
2 THE HOUSE OF ALBINA AND THE GENES
Albina returns home. Her mood is high. A radiant smile shines on his face. She hums to herself, twirls, dances. He changes clothes, starts to do the housework, and starts cleaning. He puts the stool back in its place, checks the dust on the shelves with his finger. He notices a bunch of things on the couch. He picks up the pile, lifts it to carry it away, and suddenly hears a man's cry from under the things.
As it turns out, Stasik is sleeping on the couch under the things.
STASIK (loudly, frightened): A....!!!