Bela (shocked). Heck! What? Is everything really that complicated?
Xana (with experience, Bele). It's really that simple!
Damira (to Bela, in a friendly way, with warmth). Unless we complicate it ourselves!
Xana (with a sly smile, Bele). But the whole problem is that we sooooooooooo love to complicate!
Damira (nodding approvingly, supporting Xana, releasing Bela from her embrace). That's for sure!
A rude male voice of a respectable age, director Damira, is heard, at which all three girls turn around.
The director's voice (furious). Damira! What's that supposed to mean? Come quickly to my office!
The girls look at each other with a confused, drunken look.
The director's voice (furious). Quick, I said!
Damira and Xana exchange a sly wink.
Damira turns around at the director's voice.
Damira (easily and naturally). Fuck you!
Bela (unexpectedly for everyone, quickly taking the initiative, shouts emotionally towards the director's voice). Old goat!
Silence.
Damira and Xana look at Bela with a surprised, confused smile.
The angry stomp of the director is heard.
The girls jump out of their seats.
Xana (quickly, to the girls). Let's go! Valim-Valim-Valim-Valim!!!
The musical theme sounds.
Damira and Bela promptly, with laughter and enthusiasm, leave the cafe.
Xana manages to throw the bill on the table (calculation), after which she promptly leaves the cafe after Damira and Belaya.
ZTM.
Street.
The musical theme continues to sound.
The light turns on smoothly.
Drunk, Lisa and Angelina come out in an embrace. They laugh, interrupt each other.
The music ends.
Lisa (through laughter). You're just a jerk, Gel, just a jerk!
Angelina (through laughter, interrupting). Come on… noooooo. I'm quiet!
Lisa (through laughter). Yes, it's still necessary to think of it, to throw it out!
Angelina (through laughter, interrupting). Yes… Come on, really… It somehow turned out that way. I'm even-even.
Lisa (calming down). So stop!
They stop.
Angelina tries to calm down, looks attentively at Lisa.
Angelina (calming down). I'm standing. So? Well?
Lisa (with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Well?
Angelina (with incomprehension). What?
Lisa (with interest, peering into Angelina's eyes). Well…, you called, said you had news! And the news was never reported!