Oleg (calmly, but lost). Only if the last one!
Demyan (wielding a bottle and glasses). Certainly. After all, drunks are not the ones who drink! These are the ones who can't stop after the second one. We can. Right?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). That's right… they
deal with the second portion of twenty drops.
Demyan closes the bottle, puts it under the table.
Demyan (busily). Let's do this. Today, and maybe tomorrow you will definitely be up to nothing. I know how you've always treated your wife. The breakup will be painful for you. But… Fortunately, you have a friend like me. Let's try to smooth out the corners. Let's do this. Today, sleep, TV, house cleaning and shower. Surely, after yesterday, Mamai passed in your closets?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). Still how passed.
Demyan (busily). Well. You sort it all out, sort it out in a new way. If necessary, I will help, wipe the shelves, scatter, whatever you say…
Oleg (calmly, but lost). No, no, thanks. I'll figure it out. I'd rather be alone for now, alone with myself, with my thoughts. That's just such monotonous work will be very useful.
Demyan (busily). Well, welcome. Then do all these things today, and tomorrow I'll look in on you in the evening, after work. Do not put away sports things far away, from tomorrow we will start jogging with you. A couple of laps around our skyscrapers, to the fruit and back. For now, I think that's enough, but then we'll get better – we'll increase the distance. Okay?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). I can't say that I'm really eager to run, but… It looks like you're right, I think I really need it right now. We need to do something to occupy ourselves somehow. Otherwise I'll go crazy.
Demyan (busily). Then it's a deal!
They shake hands.
Demyan (busily). So after work, we'll have dinner, an hour will settle down and… come on, I'm at your place at eight o'clock. Is it okay?
Oleg (calmly, but lost). Just right.
Demyan (busily). Well, that's it then…
Demyan gets up, wipes his hands on a napkin, takes his jacket, puts it on, goes to the exit.
Demyan (turns around, looks sternly seriously at his friend). Oleg, how are you? Is everything okay? Can I leave you alone?
Oleg (trying to hold on). Yes, my friend, thank you. Tomorrow at eight. Thanks for stopping by.
Demyan nods, after seriously examining the room and Oleg for the last time, and leaves.