Night club. Tables, a disco. Club music is playing. The case is already coming to an end, it's late at night, so there is almost no one in the club anymore.
On the dance floor, Dasha is far from fresh-looking, far from drunk-looking and it is unclear from what remnants of strength she squeezes out the last movements of herself, trying to give out her signature feints.
Zhora is sitting at the table, carefully watching Dasha with ecstasy. He thinks, takes aim.
Dasha falls almost exhausted on the dance floor.
The music stops.
Zhora immediately explodes from the spot and runs to pick up Dasha.
Zhora (solicitously). Girl, how are you
? Are you hurt? Everything is fine? Let me help you.
Dasha (with interest, but at a distance). S.
Zhora picks up Dasha, but accidentally steps on her foot, she screams.
Zhora (guiltily). Pardon the moi, mademoiselle.
Dasha notes for herself the interesting behavior of a stranger.
Dasha (with interest, goes to the rapprochement). Yes, figs with him (waving his hand), it will pass.
Dasha holds out her hand to Zhora, he shakes it like a man.
Dasha (gallantly). Daria, you can Dasha!
Zhora (with the smile of a March cat). Georgy Shustrilov, as simply as possible-Zhora.
Dasha (smiling). Very pleasant. And I look like you've been watching me here for a long time. Or was it just my imagination?
Zhora (a little embarrassed). Well … yes, there is such a thing. I liked you. I didn't know how to approach him, so as not to scare him away.
Dasha (flirting). And I, by the way, fell on purpose. To check whether you will fit or not.
Zhora (flirting). Oh, you sly one!
Dasha (flirting). Yes!
Zhora (flirting). And … listen, well, since you wanted to check, then you also paid attention to me?
Dasha (flirting). I did, I really did. (He pauses) There is no one else in the club. Who else should I pay attention to?
Zhora (positively). Hah! That's also true. So what? Since I liked you and you liked me, then let's go?
Dasha (as if not understanding). Where to?
Zhora (positively). Well… there are two options. Either to you or to me.
Dasha (improbably). Oh, no, I'm not like that!
A small pause
Zhora (disappointed). What…? Not like that at all?
Dasha (fearing to lose the cavalier). No, well, not quite straight, not like that. But… as if she were a nedotakaya!
Zhora (disappointed). And … hmm.
Zhora is thinking about what to do with all this. Dasha takes the initiative!
Dasha (fearing to lose the cavalier). But this does not mean at all that I am just not like that at all! Don't think about it. Simply… well, not just right away? It's necessary somehow… not right away… right? Or not? Or how it should be?
Zhora (cautiously). Honestly… I do not know how to do it… But I know exactly what I need. Right here… very necessary!
Dasha (sighs thoughtfully, confused). Ah…, very necessary right?
Zhora (pained). Straight… in general, kapets!
Dasha (thoughtfully sighs in confusion). Soooo.... So-so-so-so-so-so-taaaaaaaaaak …
Zhora (pained). Dasha… we have to do something!
