Growls, pulls his hair hard, pulls, pulls, pulls, jumps up abruptly, looks with some crazy inspiration into the audience
GABRIEL: the Casino! Why didn't I guess sooner? Good luck is waiting for me there! (In admiration) YES!
Runs to the nightstand, pulls out a box, runs to the bed, shakes out the contents on it.
GABRIEL: the Family jewels. Shore for a special day. My finest hour has come. I'll intercept it for now. Now to the pawn shop, then to the casino (tricky) I know where there are underground establishments in our city. I know everything.
Hastily collects in his pocket stones, rings, chains that fell out of the box and runs to the exit
GABRIEL: I'll come back a completely different person! Successful! Solid! Handsome! (he puffs out his chest, points at himself, imagines what he will become) Yes, this Ilyich with his apartments will choke on saliva! I'll buy twenty! No! Thirty. Fifty apartments!!! I'm going to shut everyone up. I saw it in a secret movie (whisper) – a documentary!
Winks with cunning
GAVRILA: you bet all the time on the same number on roulette, constantly increasing the bet, and according to probability theory, at some point your number will fall out. You can say that my whole life is a constant bet on the same number, which does not fall out. Luck just doesn't have a chance to get out of it, it will choose me today in any case.
Shouts admiringly
GABRIEL: I'm rich!!!
Runs away from the apartment.
END OF THE FIRST ACTION
ACT TWO
In an apartment with an intrigue, slowly, the door does not open immediately. After a while, Gavril enters the apartment. He's wearing only his family underpants. He stealthily dashes in, runs somewhere in another part of the stage, then runs in a third direction, then jumps out, grabs some things from the closet and runs away again. Finally, he jumps onto the stage on one leg, pulling on a pair of short, ripped jeans.
GAVRILA: It looks like it… Looks like luck has another ACE up its sleeve for me after all.
He scratches the back of his head and walks around the room. His face shows confusion.
Suddenly he jumps on the bed and lies down, crossing his legs busily.
GABRIEL: So my wife says… she Said I wasn't happy… well… she did Express it a little differently. Oaf!
Is it the same thing? In other words, simple, I say. Sometimes the truth still called a fool. But this is loving. You know, some girls like to call their lover a fool. She was a fool, though… well straight to the fool.... like not called. A fool often. Well, consider it the same. Stupid sometimes. I think it means something so masculine. I don't remember exactly. In General, she often called me such some terms that I do not know. (Smiles sweetly) But I always understood what she was trying to say, and I always appreciated it. She loved me so much, so much… (She clasps her hands to her chest in awe)
I remember not coming home from work in the evening. And the phone didn't answer. I called and called. At first I didn't pick up the phone, then the caller became unavailable. The next day I came and said that I couldn't get on the bus for a long time, it was Friday evening. Buses are full. It's a long walk to the metro, and there's no money left for a taxi. So I decided to spend the night at work. She said the phone was dead, couldn't call, wanted to walk. But I thought that it would be a long walk, it would be late, and I would already be asleep. She didn't want to Wake me up, she knows how tired I am at work. Taken care of! Another would be… and my Alinochka. She loved me very much.
