the way the guy moves, a smile flashes on her face and even some part of embarrassment, but she keeps herself in control.
Gosha understands that the trick was a success, the client is ripe, you can approach. Fits.
The music stops.
Gosha (trying to catch her breath from her stormy dance). Georgy Vilyaev! But everyone calls Gosha.
Dasha is in some confusion, her arms are crossed on her chest, her face expresses surprise.
Gosha (without losing hope). Do you mind meeting me?
Dasha (exquisitely). George means …
Gosha (in his own way). Yes, call Gosha. So somehow it's not so official, and it's more familiar. Well, so what? M?
Gosha plays along with his eyes, flirts, grimaces, plays with his shoulders and still tries to finish off the girl with his signature movements.
Dasha (smiling from everything that is happening). Okay, you've talked, you tongue-tied devil. I'm Dasha.
Gosha (pleased). Dasha? Fine. A beautiful name, a beautiful girl, a beautiful voice. Well, everything is just on the highest level …
Dasha (restrained). Well, all right, all right. It is good to litter with banal tackles. What do you want, Gosha?
Gosha (mischievously, joyfully). We know what… poooo......communicate.
Dasha (with suspicion). Chat and that's it?
Gosha (cautiously, with a sly smile). Well… sort of… No, of course not.
Dasha (trying to pry). Well, come on, don't tomy. Will you call me to your place or will we go to my place?
Gosha (without hesitating for a long time). To you! (He realizes that this is a question with a trick, tries to rehabilitate himself) No, in fact, this is not the only thing that matters to me. Don't think about it! I appreciate the soul in a girl, I pay attention to her actions. In general… I'm tired of these one-time nights. You just somehow immediately fell into my soul, that's why I'm clinging to you. I think… this may well be the basis for serious feelings.
Dasha (more located). Are you serious?
Gosha modestly shrugs his shoulders.
Dasha (with interest). Hmm… I didn't expect it. Well, all right. I'll give you a chance. It's already late, and the club closes in a couple of minutes, and it's time to go home, I'm very tired, I want to rest. Let's think about something tomorrow with a fresh head, and now go home. Give me the phone, I'll write down my number for you, dial it tomorrow.
Gosha joyous gives her phone number, Dasha writes down her number, throws it off to herself, a call is triggered for her. Dasha returns the phone.
Dasha (with interest). Well all. Order. I have your number reflected too. Well, for today – bye!
Gosha (without thinking twice). Wait a minute… Can he conduct it? It's dark, it's night… you never know …
Dasha (warmly). No, thank you. I've already called a taxi.
Dasha receives an audio notification on her phone, she looks at it, puts the phone away.
Dasha (warmly). The car is already waiting. So thank you, see you tomorrow. Yes?
Gosha (warmly). Yes.
Dasha waves goodbye with a pen, leaves.
Gosha makes a joyful gesture of victory with his hand and foot (yes) and slowly leaves the club in his entertaining dance.
ZTM.
3 At the stall
The day is in full swing. A sleepy, tortured Zhorik in house slippers, hastily dressed, gets out to the stall, takes out crumpled bills, hands them to the kiosk window.
Zhora (with a sleepy hoarseness). A pack of Marlboros, please.
He takes a pack of cigarettes from the window, begins to open it.
Gosha is moving towards the kiosk in approximately the same form and condition. Silently gives his hand to Zhora, they say hello, Gosha goes to the kiosk, holds out a few bills there.
Gosha (with a sleepy hoarseness). I need a blue Kent. Yeah.
He takes his pack of cigarettes, starts to open it, but suddenly stops, abruptly remembering something, and thereby interrupts Zhora, who was already starting to take out a cigarette.
Gosha (with presentation). Listen up! The old man! Why did you leave me at the club yesterday?
Zhora (with presentation). Did I quit? Where did you go?" I didn't pick up the phone, I called five times. I was there, I turned away – you are not there. I waited and waited… the
men put the packs in their pockets, switch to an exciting conversation.
Gosha (remembering). And… well, so it is… I went out yesterday for need, well, I took a little nap there. Why sit in vain, I think I'll take a little nap. Well, apparently I got carried away. When I came out of the toilet, there was no one in the club anymore. There was only one girl, there was. Nothing like that, cute. But unapproachable, an infection. I danced all over so that she would talk to me. But in the end, he achieved his goal. Her number flashed. We agreed to call today.
Zhora (with excitement). What are you doing? Krasava, congratulations. And I also glued one woman in the club yesterday.
Gosha (with interest). Really?
Zhora (with excitement). Yeees… But if yours is unapproachable, then this one can be chatted up for a time or two. It even became somehow uninteresting.
Gosha (with interest). So you spent the night at her place tonight?
Zhora (disappointed). No, she couldn't do something there. These women's things, you know, they can't always do it. She hinted, well, I'm not a fool. I didn't insist. But she generally agreed. She took my number, she was also going to call today. In general, we went to the club yesterday successfully, apparently.
Gosha (positively). Oh … yes. I still have only to take this impregnable fortress of mine, besiege it, so to speak!
Zhora (positively). Well… You can do it, I don't doubt you. You're a smart guy for these things.
Gosha (positively). You're not a simpleton either. How many did you have, you said… Seventy?
Zhora (positively). Oh… so that was when it was. It's seventy-two now. This girl will call-it will be seventy-three.
Gosha (a little sadly). Well, I don't even have fifty. This forty-ninth will be. But… I have a mitigating circumstance, I started much later!
Zhora (positively). And who is to blame for you?
Gosha (a little sadly). You would have lived in my family – you wouldn't have started at all! You know how strict everything was there. Every step was controlled. Here, only when he broke free, then he fell into all the blades.
Zhora (positively). And do you think that my trips were encouraged by me? No. My parents also tried to control me. But… Where could they
