The door suddenly swings open and hits Yulia's forehead. Dina runs out of the office with a cheerful laugh, followed by a cheerful laughing woman doctor.
Julia falls to the floor, loses consciousness. Her daughter Vika comes running to her, sits on her knees, pats her mother on the head.
VIKA (softly, barely audible over the laughter of the women coming out of the office): Mom, mom, mom…
DINA (laughing merrily): I won! I told them they couldn't stand it and would look in! (reproachfully turns to the girls sitting on the chairs) Girls, how long can you sit? Well, you have the nerve. I thought I was going to lose the argument. I would have looked in ten times and blown the place to hell, but I got an appointment. And you are sitting… eh, the wrong generation is growing up, there is no core in you that was in our time.
DOCTOR (turns to a friend): Yes, Dina, a deal is a deal. Cahors next time with me.
DINA: Two! (Shows two fingers) We had a two-bubble argument.
DOCTOR: Well, two, two… That's it, go on, I have to work. Who's next?
The doctor examines the bullfighter and draws attention to the lying Julia and the crying child next to her.
DOCTOR: yeah. This, the next patient, as I understand (looks at Yulia). Dina wait, don't go. Let's get some help. We'll drag the body into the office together.
Dina and the doctor drag Yulia into the office by the hands and feet, and the child comes in with them.
Dina goes out, closes the door behind her, and addresses the seated girls.
DINA: Phew… (sighs). What about the girl? Nerves? Or oxygen starvation? It's a little stuffy in here. Long lies?
JEANNE: So you're her… (changes her mind to explain). Yes, oxygen starvation, it seems. Literally fell in front of you shortly before. She's a strange girl. Not adequate, it seems.
DINA: Come on, who is adequate now in our time. Fainting isn't a big deal. Now her friend will pump it out.
NELLIE: Friend? I'm sorry, but what did you go to the doctor about? Where is your child?
DINA: my child is in Los Angeles, building a career. And the mother here is dying of melancholy. So I stopped by a school friend's house and watered it down for an hour.
NELLIE: Wow. Here people sit waiting, in a hurry, and they talk there, remember their school years?
DINA: WHAT's the BIG deal? You know, girl, from the height of my experience, I can say that all the fuss that is very important to you right now, it's all zilch. A prolonged zilch that has no significant value in life.
NELLIE: What? So the fact that I worry about my child, that I take care of my girl, bring her to the doctor when she is ill – it's all not important? Is it zilch?
DINA: That's not what I mean. It is necessary to take care, it is absolutely necessary. I'm talking about the rush, the rat race that you all participate in. After all, you are always in a hurry somewhere, somewhere in a hurry. Jump over each other's heads in your ghostly dreams. What don't I know? I was like that myself.
JEANNE: You can see it. You have a lot of nerve. You were arguing about something, weren't you?" More precisely about someone. About us, right? People sitting outside the door, waiting for help. You sit there, have fun, hold up the queue, the doctor, and then start teaching us how to live? Go, woman, go. It's already stuffy in here.
DINA: Well,well… Okay. Why talk to you? Everyone is used to stuffing their bumps, we do not like to listen to advice. Here we go…
