Plato (coming to himself, but in a different way, busily, to Kira). So! My dear, please take the trouble to explain a couple of things to me. First, why the hell are you yelling like that! And the second – …who are you anyway?
Kira (indignantly, putting her hands on her hips). Huh!?
Plato is holding his head, a little distracted from Kira.
Plato (as if to himself). And I also wonder why my head hurts so much…
Kira (indignantly, nervously, but cautiously, to Plato). Who am I? Who are you? He's lying down, you know, on my bed, and he's acting so cheeky.
Kira indignantly throws off her hands, takes a breath.
Kira (trying to pull herself together). Listen, man, I don't know what's in there… it happened here yesterday. And whether you and I had anything or not. It doesn't matter, I don't know you. So… As they say… Thank you for a pleasant evening, everything was great, I'll call you sometime. And now it's time for you.
Kira points Plato to the door.
Plato grins, takes Kira's words quite calmly. He gets up, stretches his neck, shakes his head, wipes his face, "throws off the last remnants of sleep." After that, he approaches Kira, takes her by the hand and pulls her without words – leads her to the door (exit).
Kira resists, is indignant.
Kira (indignantly, resisting). Eeeee! What are you doing? Let go! What are you doing?
Kira breaks free. Plato turns to her and now points to the girl at the door, and supports this pass with an unambiguous gesture (a nod of the head).
Kira (indignantly, surprised). I don't understand.
Plato (calmly, without losing his composure). We've made a joke and that's enough. I do not know how you ended up in my apartment, but believe me, it's better for you to leave now. I will check things, and God forbid, something will not be in place. Keep in mind, there are cameras on the entrances. If anything, you'll be tied up today.