Anna. Thanks, I also didn't sell alcohol on the sly. And I'm already fed up with your delay.
Ksyusha. If you don't like it, don't eat it! No one is forcing
Anna. I'm sorry, friend. Thank you very much for supplying. Of course, it's easier to live this way, and not always what you bring is just for waste. But if I also bring it, besides you, then where will we put it all? You can't sell it much, you can't stuff it all into yourself either. What's the point?
Ksyusha. Well, yes…
Anna. Yes, and standing a hundred thousand times a day, offering a bag and smiling – you know, too, somehow it's not my thing.
Ksyusha. I got it Working as a cashier is above your human dignity! Where to go after kindergarten. You're a TEACHER!
Anna. Ksyusha! What are you doing? I'm not talking about that at all. All the work is necessary, everyone is doing their own thing. I'm not judging, don't even think about it!
Ksyusha. Well, then don't complain that everything is so bad. You're living way worse than mine. And everyone has their own difficulties.
Anna. And I'm not whining.
Ksyusha. Are you not whining?
Anna. Yes, I'm whining.
Ksyusha. Here! Don't whine!
Anna. I will not.
Pause.
Ksyusha. Exactly?
Anna. No!
Ksyusha. A fact!
They finish with the meal.
Anna. How are you and Sasha doing?
Ksyusha. Oh, everything is great with Sanka. He and I are going to the cinema today. He should have come by now, but something happened to his car. Some kind of vibration, or something… I don't know. I don't understand this. He's at a hundred now, sort of, then straight here.
Anna. M…
Ksyusha. And this…
Ksyusha beckons her friend to her with her finger, looks around so that no one is around.
Ksyusha. Anyway, there's a guy who comes to my cashier for the second time. Smiling, flirting. Word for word, back and forth, shaking and shaking.
Anna. Turned him down?
Ksyusha. No-e-e-t! What are you doing? What for? I'm waiting for the phone to ask and take some more serious actions than just compliments and smiles.
Anna. I don't understand. What for? Don't you have Sasha?
Ksyusha. Yes, but what's the point? We've been friends for three years, but I still haven't asked you to get married. It seems to me that he won't call anymore. Why does he need this? He's fine with everything, he's doing fine as it is. And I seem to be wasting my time with him.