VLADIMIR: What did you tell her?

GELYA: I said that I think I met the man of my dreams. That everything is so timid, tender and beautiful, that it probably does not happen and that it probably all seems to me.

Vladimir attentively listens, disapprovingly looks at a photo.

GELYA: I really never met such men as you. And now we've been together a year, and I still feel shy when I meet you, like I'm seventeen and going on my first date. So cool…

VLADIMIR: a photo…

GEL: (interrupts): Photo I asked to throw me, kept it in a file. And the other day I printed it out, put it in a frame. Today I decided to show it to you. Lovely, isn't it?

VLADIMIR (trying not to show his disapproval): Yeah… suddenly. So we were caught…

GELYA: Yes throw, what the difference who that???? and that will think. The main thing is that we are together.

VLADIMIR: Yes, Yes… of course we're together.

There is a slight pause.

VLADIMIR: did you tell her?

GELYA: That you are married? Not right away. About a couple of months.

VLADIMIR: and how did she react?

GEL: Told that I the mad.

VLADIMIR: Mmm…

GELYA: AND still that a fool!

VLADIMIR: Mmm..

GEL: AND still, that such as I need burn on a fire! Well, she did add that later, a couple of months after our fight. I remembered, found something to bite. She herself is a family girl, does not share our relationship with you. Besides, she herself is not all smooth, it seems that her man went on a spree. But who is to blame…

VLADIMIR (putting aside photos aside): don't communicate with her now?

GEL: Yes why? Yesterday we went together to the spa-salon. It's okay, we're friends.

VLADIMIR: Interesting.

GEL: Listen, and have you anyone knows, that… why are we Dating?

Vladimir takes a framed photo from his briefcase and hands it to Gela.

VLADIMIR: and, Behold, one did. Only this already in the center of the. Caught me on camera, you bastard, teasing me for a week with what he'd show his wife. Took it from him, too, wanted to show you today.

Gel laughs, looks at photo.

GEL: Yes we are popular. Paparazzi right around and everywhere.

Looks at the photo, remembers.

GEL: It's such a recent photo taken? You and I went to a concert of what's-his-name…

VLADIMIR: Yes, a month and a half ago.

GEL: that's right.

VLADIMIR: You truth all suits?

GELYA: Volodya, you are the best. I am ready to accept you even with such a disadvantage as a wife. It doesn't bother me. I love you, and nothing will discredit you in my eyes.

Vladimir tenderly kisses Gele's hand.

The stage lights go out.

(The music of the romantic content with words of expectation of a spouse, the choice of the Director).

Home warm atmosphere.

Olya is waiting for her husband, sets the table, looks at the clock, sits alone at the table, does not eat. Calls her husband, hopelessly puts the phone down. Waits. Looks out the window, goes to sleep on the couch at the table.

In the apartment is Vladimir. Changes a contented, joyous mood to a dull, sullen, tired look.

Olya notices him, gets up, gets better, runs to her husband.

OLYA (embraces her husband): Volodya, where have you been? Couldn't get through, something with the phone?

VLADIMIR: Discharged, probably. With work Zaval, as something until the phone not have reached even, not before was, forgive, I should was you warn, ' ve been wrapped up.

OLGA: Nothing important, that's all right, I was afraid that something had happened. Warm, come on in, take off your clothes, I will warm up.

VLADIMIR: Yes there is no, Olya, not need to, me would rather until bed, forces there is no, want sleep.

OLYA: Well, of course.

Olya gives her husband a towel, he goes with him to the shower.

Heard the sound of opening the taps, running water.

Vladimir comes out of the shower almost naked, falls on the bed.

Olga lays down nearby, embraces her husband, but he's already asleep. The wife humbly sighs, shakes her head understandingly, goes to bed.

The lights go out.