Zhora (flirting). And … listen, well, since you wanted to check, then you also paid attention to me?
Dasha (flirting). I did, I really did. (He pauses) There is no one else in the club. Who else should I pay attention to?
Zhora (positively). Hah! That's also true. So what? Since I liked you and you liked me, then let's go?
Dasha (as if not understanding). Where to?
Zhora (positively). Well… there are two options. Either to you or to me.
Dasha (improbably). Oh, no, I'm not like that!
A small pause
Zhora (disappointed). What…? Not like that at all?
Dasha (fearing to lose the cavalier). No, well, not quite straight, not like that. But… as if she were a nedotakaya!
Zhora (disappointed). And … hmm.
Zhora is thinking about what to do with all this. Dasha takes the initiative!
Dasha (fearing to lose the cavalier). But this does not mean at all that I am just not like that at all! Don't think about it. Simply… well, not just right away? It's necessary somehow… not right away… right? Or not? Or how it should be?
Zhora (cautiously). Honestly… I do not know how to do it… But I know exactly what I need. Right here… very necessary!
Dasha (sighs thoughtfully, confused). Ah…, very necessary right?
Zhora (pained). Straight… in general, kapets!
Dasha (thoughtfully sighs in confusion). Soooo.... So-so-so-so-so-so-taaaaaaaaaak …
Zhora (pained). Dasha… we have to do something!
Dasha (guiltily). M … you know… I can't do it today. But… but let's do this. Write down my phone number. Let's meet one of these days, maybe tomorrow, and settle our issue. On the second date, you can already… if you are careful.
Zhora (with sadness, but more or less positively). Ah, come on.
Dasha takes Zhora's phone, puts her numbers there, throws it off for herself, her phone rings. She keeps his number for herself.
Dasha (moderately positive). Well. Everything is ready. I kept yours for myself, too. We'll call you.
Zhora (improbably). Absolutely!
Zhora waves goodbye and leaves in some disappointment.
Dasha goes to the toilet in confusion.