Alyona (guiltily). Can I atone for my guilt with a chervonets minted, which is also not thrown out of the system created by God, because we often pay for our sins with just such a measure of calculation, and as long as from time immemorial the people of a simple power are beaten for everything with a coin. Accept my gift, Father Xenophon, for the donation of the temple of your unsullied Soul, yes, in the name of the remission of my grave sins.
Alyona holds out the bills.
Xenophon thinks about it, does not take it.
Alyona adds more bills, attracts.
Xenophon happily accepts the bribe.
Xenophon (returning the documents). I absolve you of your sins, my daughter, since I repented properly, so that I did not avoid understanding about what I had done. Go with God, but don't go on the thorny seductive path from now on.
Alyona smiles and leaves.
The sound of a car leaving.
The sounds of the city reappear, the noise of passing cars increases.
Extras.
Xenophon is on guard again. Looking out. Vigilant.
Everything subsides and ends.
ZTM.
Angela's apartment.
Sounds positive-incendiary music. Angela is all this razetakaya, not too burdening herself with worries, conducts sluggish machinations, the semblance of cleaning around the house. Reluctantly and poorly wipes the dust. He's rearranging something somewhere. Meanwhile, she sips wine, and dances in a good mood in a pleasantly caressing dressing gown.
Here is a duster already thrown far away, and in Angela's hand is a mobile phone.
She's looking at something, dancing, smiling.
Everything is cool.
The musical accompaniment ends, the phone in Angela's hand starts ringing.
Angela looks at the screen a little surprised, picks up the phone.
Angela (waiting for the intrigue). Hello? Oh, Zoya, it's you. What's the number that came up? From what phone? Which Anyuta? Ah, Anyuyuta. Say hi to her. Me? And how will I tell her? When? Now?
The doorbell rings.
Angela gets a little lost, briefly rushes between the receiver and the door, not knowing where to run, who to answer.
He returns to the phone again.
Angela (hurriedly, into the phone). Hello? Hello?
The phone is silent. Angela goes to open the door.
With a squeal, a squeak and all that is necessary in these situations, two friends fly into the apartment. Zoya and Anyuta. Both look great, both are on a marathon, in heels.