The same house. Room. There is no one. Several kitchen attributes have been added to the table. The lid of the pan is on the table, the pan is open. A faceted glass filled to half with a transparent liquid.
Demyan enters the room. Self-confident, a look filled with strength and a certain degree of indifference. Dressed decently. He enters, looks around the room, is a little surprised, knocks on the door, even though he is already inside.
Demyan (loudly, calmly). Eh! The owners! Why isn't the door locked? Is anyone alive?
A sleepy Oleg enters the room. Tousled hair, T-shirt, family underpants, slightly hunched still sleepy gait.
Demyan sees Oleg.
Demyan (to Oleg, cheerfully). Hello, old man. Why are you so rumpled? Why isn't the door locked? Where is your zhinka? To the neighbor, did she come out?
Oleg approaches Demyan, shakes his hand, he shakes back.
Oleg (in a drooping voice). Hello, Demyan. Well no… Not to the neighbor.
Demyan (to Oleg, cheerfully, with a hitch and humor). What? To the neighbor?
Oleg (in a drooping voice). … in a way.
Demyan's face changes, his joking disappears.
Demyan (to Oleg, seriously). What do you mean? I didn't understand.
Oleg (in a drooping voice). Taisiya left me. And she took her son. She left yesterday.
Demyan is in shock, trying to comprehend and understand how to behave.
Oleg exhales heavily, rubs his face awake, tries to smooth his hair on his head, goes to the sofa, finds his pants there, pulls them on, sits down, invites a friend with a gesture.
Oleg (with a slightly uplifted voice). Come on in, buddy, what are you standing for?
Demyan slowly approaches the table, looks into the pot.
Oleg, looking at his friend, explains.
Oleg (with a slightly uplifted voice). Yes, I boiled potatoes yesterday, but I couldn't eat something. It doesn't go down my throat.
Demyan shakes his head understandingly, looks at his friend, tragically takes a half-empty glass in his hand, exhales sharply and with a bold movement, with all male solidarity, in order to share the grief, drinks the contents of the glass. But immediately the shower blows out what he drank, spits out.
Demyan (indignantly, with incomprehension). What is this?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). Water…