Gosha (with a sleepy hoarseness). I need a blue Kent. Yeah.
He takes his pack of cigarettes, starts to open it, but suddenly stops, abruptly remembering something, and thereby interrupts Zhora, who was already starting to take out a cigarette.
Gosha (with presentation). Listen up! The old man! Why did you leave me at the club yesterday?
Zhora (with presentation). Did I quit? Where did you go?" I didn't pick up the phone, I called five times. I was there, I turned away – you are not there. I waited and waited… the
men put the packs in their pockets, switch to an exciting conversation.
Gosha (remembering). And… well, so it is… I went out yesterday for need, well, I took a little nap there. Why sit in vain, I think I'll take a little nap. Well, apparently I got carried away. When I came out of the toilet, there was no one in the club anymore. There was only one girl, there was. Nothing like that, cute. But unapproachable, an infection. I danced all over so that she would talk to me. But in the end, he achieved his goal. Her number flashed. We agreed to call today.
Zhora (with excitement). What are you doing? Krasava, congratulations. And I also glued one woman in the club yesterday.
Gosha (with interest). Really?
Zhora (with excitement). Yeees… But if yours is unapproachable, then this one can be chatted up for a time or two. It even became somehow uninteresting.
Gosha (with interest). So you spent the night at her place tonight?
Zhora (disappointed). No, she couldn't do something there. These women's things, you know, they can't always do it. She hinted, well, I'm not a fool. I didn't insist. But she generally agreed. She took my number, she was also going to call today. In general, we went to the club yesterday successfully, apparently.
Gosha (positively). Oh … yes. I still have only to take this impregnable fortress of mine, besiege it, so to speak!
Zhora (positively). Well… You can do it, I don't doubt you. You're a smart guy for these things.
Gosha (positively). You're not a simpleton either. How many did you have, you said… Seventy?
Zhora (positively). Oh… so that was when it was. It's seventy-two now. This girl will call-it will be seventy-three.
Gosha (a little sadly). Well, I don't even have fifty. This forty-ninth will be. But… I have a mitigating circumstance, I started much later!