Play on 3, 4, 5 people. As if I gave it to you

MASHA: No, no, we just took a sample.

Masha awkwardly points a finger at Herman.

MASHA: Herman took it off.

GALINA: Well, let's now take a sample together. Come on, what's not native?

Masha and Herman approach the table uncertainly.

All sit down on chairs.

Herman pours himself a drink, and fills it up a little for the girls.

GALINA: Good – good. I get drunk instantly, and I can start behaving badly. I can't do much. (Playfully, To Herman) Or did you do it on purpose?

Herman obediently puts the bottle away. He looks guilty.

Galina catches Herman's hand with the bottle and refills her own and his hand into her glass again. It's pouring to the brim.

Herman and Masha look at Galina with a mute question.

GALINA (to Herman, refilling her glass): What are you doing to me, shameless?

MASHA (Galina): Galya? Are you sure?

Galina holds up her index finger to her friend, demonstrating the order of silence. After that, he raises his glass, exhales loudly, and drinks it in one gulp.

Masha looks at her friend warily.

HERMAN (in a low, drawn-out voice, looking at Galina with interest): mm-hmm..

GALINA: Yes!

Herman and Masha take their glasses, catch up with Galina with their small portions.

GALINA (to Herman, emboldened): Well? How are you?

Herman responds with an ambiguous nod.

GALINA (to Herman, loudly, emotionally, finally emboldened): What are you? Seriously? I never would have thought it… And that it's just like that, right?

Herman gives a nod to indicate that in General, approximately Yes, everything is so.

GALINA (to Herman): As interesting… No, really. That's how you live – you live, and you don't know what happens to people out there!

Galina clears her lip in surprise.

MASHA: it Looks like I'm an extra here. I'll go.

Masha puts the glass on the table, gets up, and is about to leave.

GALINA (to Masha, loudly, in a commanding tone): Freeze!

Both Masha and Herman stand at attention.

GALINA (to Herman, friendly): You can exhale … bye, sit down.

Herman exhales, relaxes, and sits back down.

GALINA (Masha): So you've arranged all this for me here, and now it's time for her to go? Nifiga! You'll be here with us! (German) What is it? Still got any cognac?

HERMAN (holding the bottle up to the light): there's a Little more.

GALINA (to Herman): Let's take the second one.

Masha returns to the table and sits down. Herman pours the leftovers evenly.

GALINA: Daaaaa… Did I think that I would drink this unfortunate bottle like this…

They raise their glasses. They clink glasses and empty them. Sit down who where.

GALINA (to Herman): Listen, what are you doing here? No, I'm just curious. What were you hoping for? Did you think you were going to come here after all this time and I'd throw myself at you? Did you really think that? Did you even think?

HERMAN (apologetically, in a low voice, Galina): Sorry… I didn't have time to think… Please forgive me. I'm sorry for everything.

Herman gets up, looks at Galina as if for the last time, having conveyed all his love in this look, turns around and purposefully heads for the exit.

Galina calls out to him.

GALINA: Herman?

Herman turns around.

Galina approaches him…, eyes downcast to the floor, all the arrogance is shot down.

GALINA (to Herman): Thank you for coming… Yes… Of course, we wasted our time… And I still care about you. I'm married now, alas… I've been waiting for you… Not wait. And feelings… The feelings are still alive… Thank you for coming.

Lyrical music.

Galina hugs Herman very tenderly, very tenderly, very loving. Herman responds in kind. The couple hugs, reluctantly letting go of each other. Herman leaves, finally nodding his head several times understanding the whole situation.

Masha and Galina stand as if in water lowered.

The music stops.

ZTM.

2 ROOM

In the room, Masha is sitting on a chair, thinking. Galina was sprawled out on the sofa, half-reclining, her head in her hands.

MASHA: Annnnnd…

GALINA (to himself, muffled): yeah…

A small pause.

MASHA: Nnnnnda…

GALINA (to herself, dully): uh-huh…

MASHA: What do you think to do?

Galina removes her hands from her head, overcoming the hardships of her numb body, stands up, stretches.

GALINA: I think…

A slight pause…

MASHA (questioningly, eager for an answer): M?

GALINA: I think I just need to take a shower, freshen up! And cool your head, and … Yes and itself understand…, what to explain…

MASHA: Well, Yes, Yes…

Galina takes a towel from the closet and goes to the bathroom.

Soft lyrical music plays.

Masha gets up and removes everything from the table like a master. Bottle, glasses. Brings a basket of fruit, puts it on the table.

The doorbell rings.

The music stops.

Masha turns her head in confusion.

The doorbell rings again.

Masha rushes, not knowing whether to call Galina, whether to shout that for the door, whether to open…

As a result, it opens the door.

Enter Igor. A specific guy. Exactly a man, not a man.

IGOR (confident): Healthy, mother! How is it?

MARY (timidly): Hello. I… m… Will you excuse the…?

Igor closes the door behind him like a master, goes into the room, rubbing his hands when he sees a basket of fruit. Grabs a plum (or whatever the Director finds) and throws it into his mouth, smiling contentedly, turns to Masha.

Wiping his hands on his shirt, he stretches out his right hand like a peasant and introduces himself with a full mouth through a chomping sound.

IGOR (not sure): I'm Igor.

MASHA (timidly, hesitantly, reluctantly, holding out her hand in response, somewhat hesitating): Nice to meet you, Masha.

IGOR (confident): Yes not Masha, and Igor!

Igor begins to neigh with a throaty stupid laugh, at his own sparkling joke, but in the end he chokes on a bone, starts coughing, gasping for air.

Masha runs up and starts pounding him on the back. Igor finally spits the bone out on the floor.

Both exhale with relief.

IGOR (through shortness of breath): it Seems that the Almighty did not appreciate my humor. It was a good joke, though, wasn't it?

MASHA (timidly): Yes… it was a good joke!

Masha shows a thumbs – up gesture.

Igor quite pokes his index finger at Masha, showing a sign of recognition and affection.

MASHA: Well, how are you? Everything okay?

IGOR: All nishtyak! Thank you for not letting me die for a pinch of snuff.

MASHA: come on… What there.

IGOR: Listen, who are you, by the way?

MASHA: Masha I…

IGOR: Yes, I "smoked" it. That's what I mean… What are you doing here? Who are you here? Well there… sister, the wife of one of Stasinowsky?

MASHA: I'm Gali's friend…

IGOR: Gali's Friend? And I'm Stas's friends!

Igor again begins to laugh hysterically in his throat, meanwhile getting closer to the basket of fruit, but at the last moment stops himself, Recalling such a recent bitter experience.

MASHA (assessing the situation): Better not…

IGOR: Yes … perhaps.

Igor turns to Masha, a sly March cat grin on his face.

IGOR: and what, Mashenka? How can I be without you? Who will save me now if something happens?

Masha is flattered and confused.

MASHA (hesitating): Well…, I actually have a boyfriend.

IGOR: Seriously?

Masha nods guiltily with a childish smile on her face.

IGOR: I don't have a boyfriend!

Igor bursts into a throaty laugh, shakes his head, being in utter delight at his next joke.

Masha smiles with restraint, looking at this Holy spontaneity.

Igor sits down on the sofa like a master.

IGOR: Listen, where is everyone?

MASHA: Well…, Stas is still at work, and Galya… She took a shower…

IGOR: In the shower?

MASHA: Well, Yes…

IGOR: In broad daylight?

MASHA: Well, what's wrong with that?

IGOR: that's a little weird… What were you girls doing without me, huh?

Igor looks suspiciously at Masha. He gets up and creeps toward her.

MASHA: Yes…, nothing special, so.

IGOR (dangerously hinting at upcoming events): So we're all alone here now?

MASHA: I have a boyfriend, Igor, don't forget.

Masha takes two steps back.

IGOR (advancing): We won't tell anyone…

Masha is distraught, and she stops moving back.

Igor approaches her as close as possible, with only a few centimeters between their faces.

MASHA (hesitantly): Well…, I don't know, it's all so sudden … so…

Masha already starts to reach out to Igor to kiss him, but he changes his face abruptly and starts sniffing sharply, recoiling back.

IGOR (sniffing Masha's lips contemptuously): What's it? (sniffs) Cognac?

Masha is confused, guiltily blunts her eyes.

IGOR (after several more sniffs): Yes, exactly cognac!