Vasily (restrained). Well… according to the state of my Soul, I agree here. How were you…
Vasily is thinking… how to say, so as not to offend.
Lucy (happily, emotionally). With charm?
Vasily (restrained). Yeah, sort of. Well, so you still have this "charm".
Lyusya (joyfully, emotionally, taking Vasily's words at face value). You're my good one…
Lucy runs to hug and kiss a classmate once again, who no longer knows where to go from her embrace, tries to hide somehow, somehow dodge, but where can you get away from the emotional woman who is pricking at you… Lucy also sits down, hugs and kisses Vasily, preventing him from doing paperwork.
Lyusya (joyfully, emotionally, innocently, in a friendly way, kissing and hugging Vasily). You're so good, honey. Thank you, of course, for the compliment, but I'm married… almost… maybe… I don't know in general, but it seems like I'm going to be called down the aisle here by one… you don't know. In general, okay. I'll run.
Lucy leaves Vasily alone sitting by the suitcase. Gets up, walks away, gets better.
Lucy (happily, emotionally, naively, playfully). It was nice to see you. Come on… I'll see you again sometime.
Lucy, smiling playfully, waves goodbye to Vasily, and hurriedly leaves the scene.
Vasily shakes his head sympathetically, following Lucy with a skeptical look. Quickly collects all the documents in a suitcase, gets up, shakes off his knees and goes where he was going, covered in traces of lipstick, which, of course, he does not see.
A family-entertaining musical theme sounds. Softly, so that Vasily's speech could be heard.
Moderately cozy living family environment.
Enter the infuriated Vasily. He hurriedly puts his work suitcase aside, looks around, calls his wife. He walks around the room, trying to loosen his work clothes on the move. Buttons are unbuttoned there, a tie (if there is one) pulls, well, something. In general, a person is at home, a person is tired, I want to quickly take off the weight of this exciting day.
Vasily (loudly, tiredly, slowly clumsily pulling off his work clothes). Klav? Claudia? Are you at home?
The music ends
Claudia (shouting from somewhere in the kitchen). Yes, at home. I'm cooking dinner.
Vasily (loudly, tiredly, slowly clumsily pulling off his work clothes). Dinner? Excellent. I was just really, really hungry. What do we have for dinner there?