Dasha (indignantly). Tolik, holy shit, what's taking so long? My hands are already stretched to the heels.
Dasha puts the bags down, sighs with relief.
Dasha (indignantly). I didn't want to put the bags on the floor on the landing, collect different infections. My hands are busy, I can't get the keys. What took you so long? (Suspicious)
Tolik (cheekily, in a satisfied voice, sipping tea from a mug and scratching his belly). And you know…, Anechka and I had a perfectly good time in the kitchen, (with lust, savoring, slightly closing our eyes from pleasure) How am I her…
Tolik does not have time to finish, because he gets a "bream". Sonorous and capacious. Dasha belligerently rushes to the kitchen after slapping her husband in the face.
Dasha (boldly, running away to the kitchen). Where is this well? Now I'm her…
Tolik rubs his cheek after the blow, but still smiles.
Noise is heard from the kitchen. Stools are clearly falling. Shelves rattle, a couple of plates and pots fall.
Dasha (angrily shouts from the kitchen). Where did you go? Threw it out the window? Anka! Come out, you sneaky coward! Let's talk…
Dasha comes out out of breath, blows her hair off her face, puts her hands on her hips. She nods questioningly to her husband.
Dasha (defiantly, belligerently). Well?
Tolik (playing on nerves). What?
Dasha (defiantly, belligerently). Where have you gone, admit it! I 'll find it anyway…
Tolik (playing on his nerves). Whom?
Dasha (as loudly as possible, audaciously, on nerves).
Dasha starts rushing around the stage, looking for her Anechka!!! Looks around, looks into all corners, does not find, rushes. Comes to the forefront.
Dasha (nervously, rapaciously looking around the auditorium). I know you're here, I feel it. Only the wife is out of the door, so, and here already there are all sorts…
Dasha glares at our decoy girl. She sits, behaves adequately, like other viewers.
Dasha (to the decoy girl). Aah… found it, I think. Here she is, sitting, an infection. Lurking. I thought I wouldn't find it! Now I'm going to take your hair off…
Dasha jumps off (climbs, gets off, runs around, depending on the features of the scene) from the stage and throws herself at our decoy girl, while shouting natural literary curses to the best of her ability.