Demyan (busily). Well, I've had enough laurels and praises for today. Tell me, what are your plans for the rest of your life?
Oleg (with warmth, removing his hand from his friend). Who knows, my friend. What plans – to live! But you know… we assume, but God disposes. Who would have known that this is how it would all come out…
Demyan (interrupts). Well, okay, okay, don't go into these sad philosophical thoughts. Aren't we still alive today?
Oleg (with warmth). Alive…
Demyan (cheerfully). So, since we are given this day– we must do something! We must not live this day in vain! We must justify our existence today! To do something good, something kind! Something useful! Something needed by people, something pleasing to the world! Here, for example…
Both are mysteriously thinking.
Demyan (very seriously and mysteriously). Let's eat something, otherwise my world, my inner world, is really asking for something to be thrown into it. Jogging, fresh air… They did their job, and then, after work, I didn't really lean on dinner to make it easier to run.
Oleg (kindly, with a smile). I agree, I myself only ate scrambled eggs after work "hastily" and hit the road.
Demyan (with faint hope). Listen, and… you probably have nothing but yesterday's potatoes, don't you?
Oleg is thinking.
Oleg (thoughtfully). Well… Let's take a look. You can always cook something up if you don't have your hands out… on the spot, in general!
Demyan (cheerfully). Precisely! And you and I are growing our hands from the right place. Let's go roll up a culinary work of art from an axe… the
men cheerfully get up and head to the kitchen, but they are stopped by a knock on the door.
Oleg and Demyan exchange glances.
Oleg (thoughtfully, doubtfully). Did the wife and son come back?
Demyan stands with a strange expression on his face. It's hard to decipher his thoughts. He is silent, evasively shrugs his shoulders.
Oleg walks quickly to the door, opens it, a girl enters the room. Not too young, but pretty, in a body. She has a package in her hand. The girl smiles, he waves affably to Demyan, looks at Oleg with greedy eyes, holds out his hand to him like a man.
Ira (joyfully, sincerely). Ira!
Oleg stands at a loss, looking at Ira and at his friend.
Demyan (prompting Oleg delicately). Well… probably, according to the rules of good form, you need to at least extend your hand to the girl, and also introduce yourself …