Alla (displeased, insistent). No, my dear, it won't work that way. If you don't want to play hide–and-seek, let's negotiate!
Vitalik (looking at the phone with displeasure). About what?
Alla (insistently). You're already big…
Vitalik (a little boorish, looking at the phone). And?
Alla (insistently). Control yourself somehow.
Vitalik (rudely, looking at the phone). For example?
Alla (insistently). Set aside an hour of time for all your messengers, videos and toys. And the rest of the time, do something useful. There is always something to do around the house. And besides homework, there are things to do, only you don't notice them or simply ignore them. What you don't ask for, there is no answer for everything. Whatever you say, it's all past the ears.
Vitalik (looking up from the phone, indignantly). What hour per day? What are you talking about? What will I do in this hour?
Alla (insistently). How much do you need?
Vitalik (with knowledge of the case). About ten or thirteen hours.
Alla (insistently). No, it's too much. I give you two hours for everything about everything!
Vitalik (indignantly). I can't do anything in two hours!
Alla (insistently). So, learn to keep up! If you don't learn, I'll tell my father, let him decide what to do with you!
Vitalik (offended). Got…
a short musical motif.
Vitalik goes one way, Alla goes the other way. Both are on edge.
The music stops and ends.
ZTM.
Sergey is returning from work. Puts the bag down.
Sergey (not very loudly). Honey, I'm home!
Sergei goes to change clothes.
Sleepy Alla comes out, stretches.
Sergei returns to the room, he calls on the move, he is already dressed in homemade clothes.
Hugging his wife.
Alla (apologetically). Seryozha, I got a little sleepy, I didn't hear the alarm clock. I didn't have time to cook breakfast for you. Be patient for ten minutes, okay, I'll quickly figure something out in a hurry.
Alla rushes into the kitchen, but Sergey catches her by the hand, stops her.
Sergey (with warmth). Don't fuss, I don't want to eat. Most of what I took with me to the night room, I ate in the morning. I'd better get some rest.
He takes a couple of steps towards the bedroom, but turns around.
Sergey (with interest). How is it at home? Is everything okay? Do you live amicably with your son?