Scene 1. Crocodile tears.
Street, nearby in the visibility zone is a roadside cafe.
The sad lyrical theme of love sounds.
The light turns on smoothly.
With a slow timid step, a tearful Bela comes out. Sobbing.
Mascara has flowed, lipstick is rubbed on the face.
The musical theme ends smoothly.
Bela (sobbing, through crying). Asshole… A parasite… Asshole!
Bela stops, unable to restrain herself any longer, begins to sob, covering her face with her hands.
A positive musical theme sounds.
Xana comes out. She's on an emotional high, looks fresh, attractive. Reads the correspondence in the smartphone, is touched.
The musical theme ends.
Xana (looking at her smartphone, touching, positively). Well, the bastard – I agree. A parasite? (He thinks about it.) In a way.
He reads on, smiling slyly.
Xana (looking at her smartphone, touching, positively). A goat? Beyond any doubt. Come on, come on, darling. Everything that hurt. Console yourself with these splashes… What else can you do…, poor fellow.
Xana smiles, puts her smartphone in her pocket and "bumps" into a sobbing Bela. Stops. He looks at her carefully. Pretty quickly begins to understand what's what.
Xana (looking intently at Bela). Sooooo!
Bela removes her palms from her face, briefly switches her gaze to Xana, and bursts into tears again, covering her face with her hands.
Xana (looking intently at Bela). And, well, everything is clear …
Xana on a heavy exhalation turns her gaze to the auditorium.
Bela tries to calm down, sobs. Wipes his face and nose with his hands. She's shaking all over with nerves and emotions.
Xana gives Bela some time to clean up.
Xana (looking intently at Bela again). So.... (With an affirmative question.) Yeah?
Bela (sobbing, through crying, nodding). Yeah…
Xana is busily looking around. Her gaze stops at a roadside cafe.
Xana (resolutely, Bele, reinforcing the remark with gestures). You're coming with me!
Xana goes and sits down at an empty table at a roadside cafe. A completely "broken" Bela is trailing behind her. He sits down next to me.
A waitress in a white blouse approaches, with a menu in her hands. This is Damira. He smiles affably.
Damira (to visitors, friendly). Hello, my name is Damira, I will be serving your table today. (Offering a menu.) Study the menu, or would you like to place an order right away?
Xana (resolutely, to the waitress). Immediately! So…
Xana expertly quickly opens the menu and pokes her finger at some section.
Xana (resolutely, to the waitress, showing her choice). Here are a couple of these cocktails, a salad like this. Two. And....
Bela begins to sob heavily again, again covers her face with her hands.
Xana turns her gaze to Bela. Then the waitress.
Xana (resolutely, to the waitress, putting away the menu). Lights out cocktails and salads. Bring us some delicious vodka, Damira, and have a natural snack. Tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce leaves… Well, I understand in general, yes?
Damira (writing down). Understood-understood.
