Xana pours everyone a little more.
They raise the stacks.
Xana (busily). To eat and drink, to want and could! Let's go…
they drink on the second. Have a snack.
Xana (with interest, Damire). And what about Nikita, with the dorm… Are you together now, or what?
Damira (a little sadly). Broke up… A week ago.
Xana (with interest, Damire). What broke up?
Damira (evasively). Well… So it happened.
Xana (with cunning). Eeeee, the Lady seems to be more aggressive than the Squirrel. (Damire.) Am I right, huh?
Damira (a little indignantly). How do you know everything?
Xana (with cunning). I can see it in your eyes. I know that look. She's no better. Well? Who is he? Some Ahmad? Or Rinat? Owner of a medium-sized business. 30-40 years old, lonely, but does not rush to the embrasure? Cautious?
Damira (a little scared, Xane). What are you? Clairvoyant?
Xana (with cunning). Straight! An ordinary bitch.
Bela (with interest, Damire). Did you guess everything?
Damira (carefully, Bele). Partly. His name is a simple Russian name, Roman. But his business is connected, oddly enough, with the cuisine of not our nationality. He has a chain of Caucasian restaurants.
Bela (surprised). Baaaaa…
Xana (approvingly). Well, there! The normal option. Well done! So? Well? What's there? How's it going?
Damira (sighing and waving away). Let's have another one, otherwise it's not so easy to tell.
Damira takes the initiative, pours a refill.
Bela looks questioningly at her new friends.
Xana (approvingly, Bele). It's fine!
They lift, clink glasses, drink, exhale.
Damira (kosovato, but cheerfully). In short!
Xana and Bela lean on the table. With an oblique eye, they listen to Damira.
Damira (kosovato, in her own way). Nikita – he's a normal guy, but zanuuuuda, kapets! The first year I actually somehow tolerated him. They quarreled constantly, then reconciled. In the second year of such an unstable and emotional relationship, I already somehow have this whole thing …
Xana (with understanding). I understand.
Bela (surprised, Damire). Damira, wait. And …
Damira (kosovato, White). What?
Bela (surprised, Damire). So, after all, on the contrary, everything should kind of be?
Damira (kosovato, Bele). What do you mean?
Bela (surprised, Damire). Well…, swearing is reconciliation. Emotions. Passion! After all, it's great when it's like on a volcano? Everyone dreams about the same thing. Or....
Bela turns a cautious look at Xana.
Bela (carefully, Xane). Or not all of them?
Damira grins.
Xana (with knowledge of the matter, Bele, slurping loudly). For the time being. And you get tired of routine relationships, and the "volcanic drive" is not always a joy. Measure and tact are important here. Volcanoes like this sometimes get into a loop, if you didn't know!
Bela (carefully, to the girls). Yeah?
Damira (kosovato, girls). Yes, I was just the opposite, I was ready to put my own in a loop. I got it specifically. I got it, I got it. Well…
Bela (cautiously, with fright, Damire). What are you? His… (Shows a strangulation gesture on himself.) Ahem?
Damira (calmly, Bele). Why bring it to this? I just packed my things and look for fistulas. Moreover, at that time I was already in full communication with Roman.
Xana (ambiguous).
Damira (enthusiastically, Xane). Yes! And he, by the way, actively showed me signs of attention!
Bela (cautiously, looking at the girls with uncertainty). And…, I'm sorry…, actively, how is it?
