Kostya (relatively restrained). And you also like to make a big deal out of a molehill.

Kostya is rapidly going somewhere.

Eleanor (nervously, with interest). Are you going far?

Kostya (restrained). I'll go, get some air, cool my head a little, otherwise I've already started to hurt. And you ventilate here, otherwise lightning discharges are felt in our humble abode… I came home cheerful and happy … ah …

Kostya waves his hand and leaves.

Eleanor, pouting, puts her hands on her hips, turns away from Kostya in the other direction.

ZTM.

Scene 3. In a related way.

Violetta's apartment.

An optimistic musical composition sounds.

Business Violetta enters with several bags from the boutique. Not the face, not that it would be joy – but also not sadness. Rather indifference.

Kostya comes in behind her. He's sad. Hands in pockets. Haggard himself.

The music stops.

Violetta (leaving her bags in the room and going to change). Yes, I know your betrothed, you don't have to tell me. In general, I was never surprised that you would come to the shoe store 5-10 minutes after I left.

Violetta is hiding in another room. Changing clothes. From time to time, replaceable things fly out from the filing of her hand.

Kostya (turning away from the place where Violetta is changing clothes). Listen, this is unbearable! Don't say a word to her. It starts with half a turn, and then try to stop it again.

Violetta (shouting from the other room). I don't understand how you live with her at all.

Kostya (softly, so Violetta wouldn't hear). Yes… I don't always understand myself…

Violetta enters. She is in a bright, defiant housecoat, dressed in general decently, but at the same time partly frankly. In any case, it's exciting. Gently and at the same time passionately, she steps with her bare feet on the floor. The gait is open, bold, not at all sisterly.

Kostya turns to her, but immediately hides his gaze, as if trying not to look.

Violetta (smiling playfully, slyly). Hey, bro.... Why are you looking away, huh? As if bag and I are not soulmates.

Violetta approaches Kostya and hugs him tenderly and passionately. Since the longing mistress embraces, and not the sister.

Kostya feels awkward. He tries to be polite, smiles in response, but at the same time he is timid, he is confused.

Kostya (awkwardly, embarrassed). Ahem, Ahem… um… Yes, I… it is… Somehow…

Violetta (with a long, playful, sly smile). Come on! Shake it up! If you want, I'll make a relaxing massage…

Kostya (chattering quickly). Not-not-not-not-not-not-not....

Violetta (insistently, continuing to hug and stroke Kostya). Come on… What are you? Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid, I won't eat it.

Kostya carefully tries to escape from the embrace, but Violetta holds him tightly. He gives up. He looks pitifully at his sister.

Violetta (taking pity). Well…, okay, okay… I wanted the best.

He lets go of his brother, walks around the room effectively, sits down on the sofa very inspiring (for men) with his legs crossed.

Kostya (uncertainly).

Kostya takes half a step towards the exit, but Violetta calls out to him.

Violetta (intriguingly). What are you?

Kostya stops, looks questioningly at his sister.

Violetta (intriguingly). Won't you even look at the new thing?

Kostya (uncertainly). So I saw it in the store. I just went down to the store to unwind, maybe I can tell you what, help you decide on a choice, and carry bags… Only you didn't.

Violetta (intriguingly, passionately). And I'll give…

a little pause, an exchange of glances.

Violetta (playfully). Well, I mean, I'll give you another opportunity to serve.

Kostya (not understanding). What is it? Did the light bulb burn out? Or did the hinges on the door creak again?

Violetta (playfully). Yeah, noooo. Well, why the light bulb right away …, what does the hinges have to do with it? I'm talking about something else.

Kostya (not understanding). About what other?

Violetta (playfully). Well, you know, there in the store the eyes run away. It often happens with girls that you buy some kind of thing, and then you come home and try it on, and you don't understand why the hell you took it. The store seemed to have a chic shine. And at home you look in the mirror – it sucks. There are probably some enchanted mirrors in their fitting rooms.