Petyunya, after yelling and whipping the pond with his fishing rod, jumping in hysterics a couple of times, and trying to pull himself together, puts a new bait, (you don't need a live bait, the props of a worm or a bloodworm are enough). Then he defiantly loudly spits on the bait, wipes his fingers on his pants, because naturally the spit overtakes not only the bait, then spits cautiously and cautiously on the heads of his friends, but these spits are more symbolic, and his friends are accustomed to such antics, they do not react. Petyunya throws a new tackle into the pond, then sits down as if nothing had happened, continues to fish with an irresistible face full of calm and peacefulness.
The Old One and the Drone don't pay attention to anything. They are sitting as they were sitting.
Silence… Sounds of nature… the original picture.
The old one, after a short pause, thoughtfully and philosophically breaks the silence, lowering a thoughtful look from heaven.
The sounds of nature subside.
The old one (softly, addressing the Drone). Our Petyunya, of course, is a peculiar person, to be honest, his character is explosive, but he is a kind man by nature, responsive.
The old one wipes off his head with his hand what Petyunya spat, which means he replaced it. Wipes off his head, wipes his palm on his pants.
The drone obediently nods, supporting the words of the Old One, staying somewhere in his thoughts, observing the former calmness, only shakes off the cap with a habitual movement of his hand and puts it back on his head. But now he leaves his thoughts, claps his hands busily on his knees, rubs them.
Drone (thoughtfully, thoughtfully). Here we are what we are. No masks, no labels. Here we are not Andrey, Peter and Ilya, but the Drone, Petyunya and the Old One. And we are so comfortable and we feel so good! And everything else is empty. (Cheerfully, turning to his friends, changing the mood) Well, guys?
An anticipatory pause. The trio looks at each other knowingly.
Old (anticipating, to the Drone). Biting?
Drone (positive, Old, without looking at the fishing rods). In my opinion, it bites.
Petyunya (looking at the Drone float, affirmatively). Definitely biting!
The drone gets up, takes up its rod (this is a fishing rod, if anyone does not know, nothing like that is meant here). He holds the fishing rod with passion, it bends under the weight, the fishing line is stretched, the drone is about to pull out the coveted trophy.