YANA: (without looking up from the mirror) I've prepared everything for you there. If you want something sweet, I've got some cakes on the microwave. By the way – delicious.
PHILIPP: (incredulously) yeah…
Yana looks at her husband with a smile. She approaches him with genuine curiosity.
YANA: (genuinely surprised and happy at the same time) Come on.? Can't be? Are you jealous? No, really, it was just jealousy, wasn't it?
PHILIPP: (incredibly) Not at all, I just… I just didn't hear you. You said it with your friends, didn't you? "
Philip scratches his ear defiantly.
PHILIPP: (incredibly) Perhaps the tube in the middle ear, something not so good was to hear it.
YANA: (enough) Well,well…
Philip looks seriously at the back of his wife, who is walking away to the mirror and is beginning to put her earrings on her ears.
PHILIPP: (seriously, softly) I wanted to ask you…
Yana catches an earring, tilts her head questioningly in the direction of her husband.
PHILIPP: Tell me honestly, do you still love me a little?
The wife looks at her husband thoughtfully.
The husband looks at his wife questioningly.
The pause drags on.
YANA: (seriously) SINCE when are you interested
in this? : (sincerely, extremely interested)
Yana carefully twitches her shoulders, returns to the mirror, and grabs the second earring.
YANA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (thoughtfully) Do I still love you?.. I haven't asked myself that question in a long time, and you want me to answer it. Love in General is a very strange thing. Sometimes it is not enough to understand it for a century. (Dreamily) It's easier to be in love. As soon as I introduce Kostya, my school friend… my so-called "first love"…
Lyrical music starts playing (recommended by Gaitana "The best" – the last chorus from the time of 2min. 10 sec. and to the end)
Yana dances, approaches her husband, asks for help with gestures to fasten the zipper on the dress, stays there with her thoughts… with this very Kostya, the husband dutifully zips it, but he hears everything, he understands what is happening.
He reluctantly undresses, and Yana happily gathers herself on the rise.
The husband goes into the room, the wife goes to the exit, automatically kisses him on the cheek, completely senseless, "robotically" and goes to the door, with a great mood and lust puts on graceful boots, a fashionable jacket… Yana soars… her
Husband goes into the room, sits down in a chair, puts his head in his hands, realizing the drama of the situation as a whole.
Yana leaves the apartment.
The music ends.
ZTM.
STREET
A beggar crouches against the wall.
He looks as if at the sky, but the cap has moved so that you can't see the face. In front of the beggar is a box containing several bills.
Philip walks slowly, hands in his pockets, head down, himself hunched, broken.
He is equal to a beggar. Stops.
PHILIPP: (beggar) How are you, buddy? the
beggar gestures "OK" while continuing to sit in his pose.
Philip takes a crumpled pile of bills from his pocket and tosses them to the beggar without counting them.
PHILIPP: How about now?
The beggar bends down, opens the space for the eye on the cap with his hand, sees the amount, returns to the starting position. She holds out her hand to Philip and introduces herself.
MARK: mark!
Philip shakes his hand in return.
Philip: Philip!
MARK: shall We sit down?
