Albina drops her things back on the sofa, screams, and jumps to the side.
ALBINA (loudly, frightened): A....
Stasik looks discontentedly at Albina, judging her with a look that has swum from sleep.
STASIK (loudly, indignantly, holding his ear): Aaaaa!
ALBINA (nervously, indignantly, shaking and stammering): Stasik! Scared the hell out of me.... dddddd… to the point of shaking. What the hell are you doing here?
STASIK (indignantly, holding his ear and writhing in pain): I get serious injuries, by your efforts! Albin, give me the peroxide, will you? You caught my ear with your fingernail. I slept to myself, I didn't touch anyone. So come and visit you.
Albina shakes her hands nervously, indignantly, and goes to get the peroxide. He returns with a tube of peroxide and cotton pads.
ALBINA (unscrewing the lid of the tube as she goes): Come on, I'll see what you have for injuries …
Stasik kindly provides his ear.
Albina handles it.
Stasik hisses, for he pinches the wound.
ALBINA (examining the ear): Normal. You'll live… unfortunately.
Albina sits down next to me on the sofa.
Stasik also sits down more freely and comfortably, looking at Albina with displeasure.
ALBINA (EXHALING): Gena gave you the keys, didn't he?
STASIK (annoyed): Who else?
ALBINA (reproachfully): What is it this time?
Stasik looks at Albina with resentment. He gets up from the sofa and walks silently into the kitchen.
Albina throws up her hands indignantly.
Stasik returns with a mug of tea, and a steering wheel in his hand. And not only in the hand, some of it is already in the mouth.
STASIK (chewing, reproachfully): Here! That's why they say that there is no female friendship! You are not able to sympathize, compassion is not your patrimony!
ALBINA (with sarcasm): Oh! Oh… the words are what I have gathered. Compassion, patrimony. Where does it come from? Stasik, I really don't recognize you…
Stasik eats a bagel with an appetite, washes it down with tea, while making the characteristic sounds of chomping and sucking.
ALBINA (calmly): No, it's all right. I'll find out. Why are you here, I ask??? What the hell are you doing sleeping on our couch, you pestilent one!
Stasik calmly finishes with a bagel, washes it down, puts the mug on the shelf, wipes his mouth with his hand, wipes his hands on his trousers, sits down on the sofa in sadness.