Alla is coming back. She's between two fires. And I feel sorry for my son and my husband seems to be right.
Sergey (wearily, philosophically, to his wife). Although …, you know, Alla, perhaps, that the bastard, in this situation, is no longer even our son, you and I are bastards …, since we allowed such dependence. Not saved.
Alla (hesitantly). Seryozha, well, really. We don't have him that much…
Sergey (interrupts nervously). So much, Alla! So much! (Making a face, parading the softness of his wife.) Vitalik, here's a smartphone of the latest model for you. Here's Vitalenka unlimited Internet for you. Here's some money for you, my son, to upgrade the players' weapons. Streams, donations… Soon the child will not be lost in the illusory world, he will soon forget how to speak a normal human language! And he'll teach you and me at the same time!
Alla (indecisively protesting). Well, really…
Sergey (nervously). So much for you! (Sighing.) There was a normal kid. He could saw and plan. He built huts, drove football. With the girls, with the boys, they came up with their own games, talked, hung out, interacted! As soon as this damned smartphone appeared – that's it! Everything in life was not necessary at once! What kind of an attack is this. Who invented this dibilizing agent!
Alla herself is watching something on her smartphone at this time. She smiles, distracted by the message that came to her, but when she hears her husband's words, she gets distracted, agrees, removes the phone.
Sergey (wearily, to his wife). No, Alla, you can't do that anymore! Where is this good for? The further it goes, the worse and worse it gets. We urgently need to take some measures. The most drastic measures! (He shouts to his son behind the glass.) No phone! That's it! Punished!
Vitalik's mournful roar is heard behind the glass.
Sergey (shouts sternly to his son behind the glass). For a month!
Vitalik's roar is getting stronger.
Sergey (shouts sternly to his son behind the glass). And no digital television, and no computers!
Vitalik roars behind the glass with a new round of joyless emotions.
Sergey (shouts sternly to his son behind the glass). I'm taking your tablet too!
Vitalik roars as loudly and hysterically as possible, stomps his feet, twitches.