He timidly enters the room, if you can call it a word, enters, rather timidly Kostya appears. Kostya just tears all expectations to shreds. He is not a maniac at all, not once and nowhere. He is stooped, small in stature, glasses on his nose, trousers – probably still left from his grandfather, a shirt that you can't look at without tears, some kind of vest that is generally out of place. And of course – a sleek hairstyle (mama's boy).
And here it is, slowly and cautiously enters the room, sitting down a little and bending down at every step from excitement and inconvenience.
Mom (loudly, imperiously, disappointed). Tyu…
Kostya sits down from this "TYU"
Mom closes the door, looks with pity at this creature. The daughter also leaves her military bearing and looks a little disappointed, first at the guest, then at her mother.
Kostya (worried, stuttering, mumbling). Z… hello. I… I called you, I… pop… p… about Pavel.
Ada (indifferently and emotionally de-energized). What's wrong with Pavlik?
Kostya (not so worried anymore, Ada). Are you Ada right? I recognized you right away. Let me introduce myself, Kostya!
Ada (calmly). Yes, I get it. That's right, and I'm Ada. So what do you need, Kostya?
Kostya (feeling awkward). Do you understand…
Kostya looks back at his mother standing behind him, hesitates … does not know how to approach the question. Rushing around.
Mom (skeptically, looking at Kostya). Msu… you obviously need to talk. Okay, I'll leave you to it. Here…, there is not much to worry about. (With a daughter's trick) You're too cute, be careful with him. Don't bite it, inadvertently, but don't break it by accident.
Kostya makes ridiculous gestures of gratitude to his mother and, as it were, tries to appreciate the humor and generally tries to pull himself together, but it all comes out as clumsily as possible.
Mom, shaking her head in annoyance, goes into the other room, fatally pulling the scarf off her neck.
Ada goes to the sofa, sits down.
Ada (calmly). Well, what did you want to talk to me about?
Kostya (awkwardly). Do you understand… Here… such a story…
Ada (calmly). Yes, come already, sit down somewhere. Why should I stand at the door?
Kostya carefully passes, sits on a stool, on the sidelines.
Ada (calmly).
Kostya (trying to figure out how to explain it all). Well. The thing is, Ada, that… We have known each other for a long time, though in absentia.