Scene 3. The life of Danil and Irina.
Apartment of Danil and Irina.
A lyrical musical composition sounds, softly.
Danil and Irina are sitting on different sofas. Everyone is busy with their smartphone. They read something diligently, correspond with someone, watch news feeds on their devices, etc.
Irina (completely without emotions and any interest, without looking up from her smartphone). Danil, have you come yet?
There is a slight pause, Danil does not answer immediately, because he is very keen on correspondence in a smartphone.
Danil (completely without emotion and any interest, without looking up from the smartphone). And? Irishka, yes, I'm home. I got free early today, I've even managed to roll up a couple of rolls. How are you?
Irina (with interest in the dialogue on the web, not to her husband, without looking up from her smartphone, actively typing some text and mechanically pronouncing it). Yes… It's okay, it's good to see you. Nothing, I live. Do you remember Danka? Well, he's kind of dumb. He kept hitting on me while we were making out in your room. So I married him. Although he is not strong in mind, but he was punchy, nimble. That's what I bet on. But, alas, zero fell out. In short, by zeros. And how are you? Is the redhead still pining for you, or is it already in the past?
Danil is just now looking up from the phone, he did not listen / did not hear everything that was said before the words about the redhead.
Danil (cautiously, with interest, looking at Irina). Which redhead?
Irina shudders, wakes up, realizes that she answered the message out loud.
Danil (cautiously, with interest, looking at Irina). Is your friend Natasha pouring into your ears again about me? There was no such thing at all…
Irina feels like she's in a frying pan, trying to figure out what to do. Puts the smartphone aside, navigates the situation. She looks suspiciously at Danil, she doesn't understand what he's talking about, but it's for the best. She guesses that he missed most of her words, which is incredibly pleasing.
Danil (cautiously, with interest, looking at Irina). Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you believe it?