VALENTIN (seriously): I hope that I will not understand, because our period, as you put it, candy-bouquet, has been going on for nine years.
YAKOV (incredulously): How much?
VALENTIN (seriously): Nine, you heard right.
YAKOV (incredulously): I didn't understand. And why are you so happy then, as if you've been dating for at most six months? What the hell is this? No, old man, you must be laughing at me. It doesn't happen that way… And then, your Alla is all shining next to you, like a polished nickel! I have never seen such a married couple! When I saw you two together, I actually thought that this young girl was your mistress.
VALENTIN (with warmth): We are the same age, Yash.
YAKOV (incredulously): Don't lie!
VALENTIN (with warmth): Well, almost one. She is younger by a couple of years, but what does this change?
YAKOV (incredulously): Yes, she looks twenty years younger than me, and we are the same age! However… to tell the truth, you yourself look younger than your years… either I'm older than my own…
VALENTIN (with warmth): Just a happy woman always looks great. A happy woman has no age. She is always young, fresh, energetic and attractive.
Yakov scratches the back of his head.
YAKOV (sadly): What a day it is for such a day! Some disorders. First, I spent twice as much money on a gift as I planned, then I had a fight with my wife, now I've met you with your beautiful Alla – I don't want to live at all now!
The beautiful Alla comes on the stage. She does not come close, she makes herself felt from afar to her husband. He notices her, gets up from the bench.
VALENTIN (cheerfully): So! Yasha, give it to me… Cheer up and smile! You're going to your mom's birthday party. Leave all your worries on this bench. Get up and go celebrate, and tomorrow let's meet you and me in that (pointing to a cafe somewhere there) cafe, say at one o'clock! I think I understand what's going on, there are thoughts on how you can sort everything out. Tomorrow is a day off, can you come up?
YAKOV (sadly, looking towards the cafe): Per hour?
VALENTIN (cheerfully): Aha!
YAKOV (doomed, on an exhalation): Ah…, I can.
VALENTIN (cheerfully): Well, that's it, then, it's done, so until tomorrow?
Yakov gets up, the friends shake hands with each other. Valentin goes to Alla, Alla nods goodbye to Yakov and waves to him with a pen. Yakov nods to her in response, they disperse.