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Here it is important to quickly grab our decoy girl by the breasts or by the hair or at least for something and throw her on the stage until socially active viewers come to their senses and stand up for (as it seems to them) an ordinary ordinary viewer.
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Dasha (to the decoy girl, grabbing her by the hair). She's hiding here, sitting. Now I'm going to explain to you, such a parasite, how to visit other people's husbands (you can add something from yourself, according to the place and situation, but not too abusive-vulgar).
A decoy girl (screams, behaves naturally for the viewer, given the situation). Aaaaa.... Woman, are you out of your mind! Let me go immediately, because I can even give back!
There is a struggle of the ladies already on stage, it is better to roll away from the proscenium, so it is safer in terms of the possible reaction of the audience trying to understand something and take action. Tolik peacefully watches all this, with a sneaky smile and interest, sipping tea.
Dasha (to the decoy girl, getting fiercer by the second). What? What did you say there? Change?
Dasha lets go of our decoy girl, they disperse for a few seconds – they run away, get better, look at each other with hatred.
Dasha (to the decoy girl, hitting herself in the chest). Well, come on, pregnant. Show what you're capable of, be brave. Well? What? Scared? And? And? Well, well!
The ladies are grappling with squeals and squeaks. They fall on the stage, roll on the floor.
Tolik, meanwhile, finishes his tea, puts the mug on the table, watching everything that is happening without much interest. But now he gets tired of it.
Tolik (with understanding, surrendering his position with deliberate guilt). Okay, okay, calm down, leave the man alone … I'll show you Anya, so be it.
The ladies let go of each other, push themselves apart.
Tolik deliberately walks away guiltily towards the kitchen. Our decoy girl hurriedly goes backstage, finally snorting Dasha.
The decoy girl (nervously, indignantly, addressing Dasha). Hysterical!
Dasha looks back at the decoy, but does not say anything to her, turns to Tolik, glares at her husband.
Tolik turns to Dasha, suspending his move.
Tolik (leaving, Dasha, apologetically, begging, sincerely). Only, dear, please, keep yourself in hand…