Damira (to everyone, positively). I think this is another toast! Pour it quickly, you just need to drink for it!
Girls pour, clink glasses, drink.
Angelina looks at her watch, starts fussing.
Angelina (fussily). Girls, I'm sorry, but I have a fitting early in the morning. This one is mine… betrothed, agreed with some cool wedding salon. A master will come there directly to them to fit them, hem them, or vice versa, he can dissolve them somewhere. In general, I would like at least a few hours to have time to take a nap before all this fuss. So please forgive me — I'm leaving!
Lisa (to Angelina, leaving her glass). Wait, I'm with you.
Xana (to Lisa). Lee? What are you? I'll call a taxi for Gela now, she will be delivered in the best possible way, don't worry about it. You can understand it, of course, you need to have time to put yourself in order, at least a little rest, if possible. And where are you going? Stay with us. Are we sitting well?
Lisa (cautiously, trying not to offend anyone). Yes, well, who's arguing. But I just somehow…
Angelina (to Lisa kindly). Stay. Everything will be fine, don't worry about me. Stay here with the girls. The atmosphere is really cool, we haven't had such a good rest anywhere for a long time.
Lisa (agreeing). You can't argue with that.
Meanwhile, Xana "pokes" at her smartphone.
Xana (looking at her smartphone). Well. The taxi will arrive in three minutes. White Volkswagen Polo. Number 896. (Looks at Angelina.) Well, bride, come on… I don't know what will come out of this idea, but I will keep my fists for everything to be wonderful!
Angelina (to Xane, from the heart). Ksyu, thank you for everything! You're very cool. Very— very!
Angelina and Xana embrace.
Angelina (to all the girls, making excuses). Girls, I hope you don't mind me not inviting you to the wedding? I don't really know anything myself yet. Who, what, where. Most likely, we will sign up quietly and peacefully, and then we will go, "please" his ancestors!
Xana, Lisa, Damira, Bela (chorus, warm, from the heart). Goaaaaay!
Angelina stops hugging Xana, starts hugging Lisa
Lisa (to Angelina, warmly). Come on, Gel. Good luck to you. As soon as something happens, call me right away. I'll be waiting for news!
Xana, Damira, Bela (chorus, Lisa). And then tell us!
A warm, kind musical composition sounds.
Everyone laughs, saying goodbye to Angelina.
Angelina leaves, the girls leave after her, escorted "to the threshold".
ZTM.
Scene 3. Leftovers are sweet
Sauna. Night.
Dim lighting.
The musical composition continues to sound.
The girls (Xana, Damira, Bela and Lisa) are coming back. Yawning, stretching.
The musical accompaniment stops and ends.
Xana (yawning, White). Squirrel, tell me this! A "magpie on my tail informed me here that you are not a native Muscovite.
Bela (in amazement). What do you mean?
Xana (with interest, Bele). Well… I'm about "from the age of six in Biryulyovo."
Bela (understanding, sarcastically). Ah, I realized where the wind is blowing from.
Xana (with interest, Bele). Or did you just live in another area of Moscow before that?
The girls themselves still "take on the chest", each taking into account their own norm. They sit down. They listen to Bela.
Bela (calmly, remembering). No, I've never lived in another part of Moscow. From the age of six in Biryulyovo. Parents took a "two-piece". We've been living there ever since. And before that we lived in Penza, where I was born.
Lisa (White, joyfully). I have heard that the residents of Penza are called Penzyuki!
The girls are laughing, all except Bela.
Damira (through laughter, Bele). So you're a Penza girl!
The girls burst out laughing even more. All except Bela.
Bela (a little offended, Lisa and the girls). I don't know who calls who where. Actually, as far as I know, men living in Penza are called penzentsy, women — penzenkami …
Girls (except Bela) are filled with a new wave of laughter.
Xana (through laughter, Bele). How-how? Penza?
Girls (except Bela) "ride" with laughter.
Bela (a little offended, to all the girls). Yes, you are Penza yourself! Peeeeensenkami. And the residents of Penza are called Penza residents, and not in some other way.
The girls are laughing, trying to calm down.
Bela, offended, mimics them. Ostentatiously deliberately "ha-ha-kaet", shows all the girls the tongue.
The girls are trying to calm down, but under a drunken bench, it's not so easy.
Bela (a little offended, to all the girls). And in general! It was a long time ago and not true. I've been a Muscovite since I was six! Practically indigenous! So there's nothing for me to do here!
Xana (in her own way, Bela). Okay, okay. Don't sulk. I just asked out of interest. Hushed up the question. (Xana switches to Damira.) And now let's popress Damira!
Bela, Lisa (in chorus, with drunken excitement). And davaaayte!
Damira looks warily at Xana.
Damira (to Xane, with a restrained hit-and-run). What has started? They were sitting normally!
Xana (in her own way, Damire). Missis, don't strain yourself like that. I just wanted to ask you about this one of yours… What's his name… Roman …, like, yes?
Damira (relieved to wave off, Xane). Oh, that's what you mean. Well, I think I've already told you everything.
Xana (cautiously, Damire). You started, but then we switched to another topic. I understand that the look of this Novel does not burn in your garden?
Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly, to Xane). Not lit… I can't understand anything at all. If you have no interest in me, then why are you dating me? But we are meeting! We don't just meet, we live, we can say together!
Bela (sympathetically, Damire). Maybe there is interest, but he just shows it in some other way, not in the look?
Lisa (sadly, with understanding and some inner bitterness of her own). No, Bela, the look is very important. This may be the most important thing, among other things.
Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly, to the girls). Wooooo! I think so too. From here I have a lot of questions.
Xana (cautiously, Damire). Well, how are you with him at all?
Damira (sincerely, Xane). Yes, it's kind of normal… He rented me an apartment, and we live there, in fact. But for some reason his things are at a minimum, basically everything is mine. He disappears at work all the time. He doesn't spend the night at home every day, however, he immediately warned about this. The specifics of the work. Business trips are frequent, trips to other regions, approvals, new offers, business expansion… Everything seems to be with him, as they say, and he treats me well. Attentive to details, respectful. He does not allow himself to raise his voice at me, and all that, although I admit I gave a reason.
Xana (suspiciously, Damire). He's very careful!
Damira (thoughtfully, a little sadly). Uh-huh…
Lisa (after a short pause, carefully, Damire). I'm sorry, please, but I think he has someone else besides you.
Damira casts a meek glance at Lisa. The girls are silent.
Damira pours herself alcohol. Fill up. Drinks.
Withstands a very short pause, casting a glance at the girls.
Damira (getting drunk in front of her eyes, smiling slyly). Maybe he has someone else… Maybe I have someone else… This is life, girls! It's like that here… So somehow… Something like that, in general.
Damira takes out her phone, dials Roman.
Damira (getting drunk in front of her eyes, into the phone, to Roman). Romulus? Hi. It's me. Yes. And why do you sound so sleepy? And… well, yes, it's night. Darling, do you know that I'm calling you? No, not because she's drunk. Although that's why too. I'm not just drunk, I'm practically in gov… (Hiccups.) But that's not the point. Romulus, do you love me? (Smiles, listening to the phone.) Say more. (Smiles, listening to the phone.) Are you at home now? M… will you pick me up? I'll send the address now.