Olchik (supporting). I also heard that there are such. Real insanity. Thank God, you and I are normal.
Semchik (thoughtfully, judiciously). Yes… If there were someone like that in your place, a girla with a jerk, she would be shouting now, "clucking." I would be satisfied with an unnecessary and useless debriefing.
Olchik (practically interrupting, categorically supporting). There are, there are women – fools, what to take from them! In general, they do not push the male philosophy. And instead of trying to understand something and figure something out, they start to stupidly yell, hysteria and turn on the offense. They can't do anything else. Here are three manipulation tools for all occasions.
Semchik (approvingly). Olcha, what a bubbly girl you are! On the same wavelength with you, I adore you!
Olchik (happily). And I love you, Semulya!
They run together, kiss, hug.
Olchik (positively). Listen? Maybe we'll go to the cinema in the evening? Haven't been for a long time.
Semchik (with a sense of dignity). Rodnulya, half an hour ago I bought two tickets to some foreign kotovasia with your favorite actor, so we will definitely go!
The musical theme of the stage continues to sound.
Olchik rejoices, screams from an overabundance of feelings, hugs his beloved, kisses and starts hurriedly pulling off his clothes and from him, quite clearly making it clear what will happen now.
The musical accompaniment subsides and ends with the blackout.
ZTM.
Scene 3. Heart to heart 2.
Room. Warm, cozy atmosphere. There are two small armchairs and a table.
A lyrical musical theme sounds.
Olchik runs to the phone, dials the number in vain.
Olchik (into the phone, nervously). Hello? Hello? Hello, little sister. Tell me, did anything happen to my car there? Everything okay? Why am I asking? Because there in Novosibirsk cats fly from skyscrapers, as far as I am aware. So how? Everything is fine? No one fell on the roof? Yes? Have you checked? Exactly? And where is the car now? Yeah? Look out the window. Well, look, I'm asking you, is it difficult, or what? So? (Pauses, nervous). Have you looked? Are you sure everything's okay? Why is it nonsense? Okay, it doesn't matter, fine and fine. Forget. How is she? Cucumber? What a clever girl. All right, bye.
He hangs up. Semchik enters.