Demyan (indignantly, with incomprehension). Water? What the hell? Your wife left you, and you drink water?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). Vodka doesn't go down your throat either. I've been thinking about her, but even the smell itself is disgusting. So… I drank some water, didn't eat anything, and went to bed last night.
Demyan puts the glass on the table, takes the situation into his own hands.
Demyan (busily). So! Clear.
Demyan takes off his outerwear – a jacket. He throws her on the sofa, next to Oleg. He rubs his hands, goes to the kitchen.
Oleg is sitting helplessly on the sofa, just watching his friend with his eyes.
Demyan brings a plate with sausage slicing from the kitchen. Cheese brings, cuts right here on the table. He brings two small glasses and cognac.
He pours a little bit, raises his glass, hands the second one to a friend.
Oleg doubts, he doesn't really want to.
Demyan (insistently). Come on, come on! I'm not going to get you drunk, but for the expansion of the joints, twenty drops are needed now.
Demyan still hands a glass to Oleg.
Demyan (insistently). Without clinking glasses. Come on!
Demyan quickly drains the glass. Oleg repeats. Proceed to the snack.
Demyan (chewing sausage, talking at this time). I didn't find any bread there. Is it over, or is it still lying somewhere?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). No… that's not the point. Taisiya tried very hard to follow the figure. And bread makes you fat, so we can say that there is no bread in our house. So only, sometimes yeast-free.
Demyan (leaning on the cheese). Are you a friend? How can you live without bread?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). I do not know, I eat bread at work, and my son is at school. Normally, we almost didn't feel discomfort.
Demyan (taking aim at the sausage again). Well, how about the weekend?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). My wife didn't like to cook. We ordered mostly. When we eat sushi, when we order food. Manti, kebabs. Instead of bread, lavash was bought as a last resort. Shawarma, different pies with fish and liver. Sweet Taisiya did not order, puked the figure. We supported her in this.
Demyan (cutting the cheese). More precisely, they groveled.
Oleg (calmly, but lost). Maybe so…
Demyan (putting aside cheese and knife, hands on hips). You know, old man, I was silent, I didn't get into your business, but I'll tell you now. I've never liked your Taisiya. I'm sorry, of course, but I couldn't tell you about it while you were together. I'm talking now. She just pushed you around. Both you and Vovka. You have a good kid, but what kind of lesson does he get in life? That the wife is the boss in the house, not even that the owner, but the dictator! He will find the same wife for himself later! Let's do this. Everything that is not being done is for the best.