STASIK (writhing): Ah! For what?
ALBINA (in restrained rage): Yes, for that! Think what you're saying, damned one. I already thought that your mother was worth it …
STASIK (not understanding):
ALBINA (waving her hand away): Oh, come on.
Albina exhales, takes a couple of steps back, tries to calm down.
The door to the apartment opens, Gena enters, Albina does not see him, turns to Stasik and spills out everything that she thinks about him.
ALBINA (on emotions): Parasite! Good-for-nothing! Ohlamon! Ballast! You worthless loser! Not a man!
Gena looks at the whole picture in some confusion, drops her work bag, and throws up her hands in question. Albina turns at the sound. Stasik looks pitifully at Gena, seeking his salvation and protection.
Albina tries to explain something with gestures, but when she can't find the words, she drops her hands and exhales languidly.
3 THE HOUSE OF ALBINA AND THE GENES
All three of them are sitting at the table, in a friendly, very warm atmosphere, having dinner with a very big appetite. Stasik has a particularly brutal appetite.
ALBINA (Gene, in the process of eating): … well, here it is. Can you imagine my condition? He's in trouble, you know.
GENE (calmly, Albine, in the process of eating): Why should I be surprised? Stasik is in his repertoire.
ALBINA (Gene, in the process of eating): That's for sure.
STASIK (to the couple, leaning on the food): My friends… You won't believe it. My mom and I are like one. Like Alpha and Omega, like two banks of the same river, like day and night in the system of the universe, like …
ALBINA, GENA (chorus, interrupting): Yes, we already understood!
Stasik is quiet for a moment, running a gentle glance at Gena and Albina.
STASIK (to the couple, leaning on the food): Yeah. And now our unsinkable family cruiser has cracked. It's like a hole, my friends.
ALBINA (to Stasik, finishing the meal): You've had a hole in your head for a long time, my friend calico, not in some figurative family cruiser.
Stasik looks indignantly at Albina. Glances at Gena, with a look that seems to say to him: eh, friend, why is she looking at me like that? Help me somehow or something, influence your spouse!!!
Albina gets up from the table, sits on the sofa.
ALBINA (to Stasik): Tell me, just be honest. Are you going to sit on your mother's neck and on ours all your life? Tea isn't a boy anymore? It's about time I got my act together. There must be some responsibility, some seriousness.