Scene 1. Heart to heart 1.
Room. Warm, cozy atmosphere. There are two small armchairs and a table.
A lyrical musical theme sounds.
Semchik enters, carrying a teapot and a couple of mugs in his hand. This is his apartment, he is the owner. In a masterly way, he corrects the chairs, moves them a little differently, makes the arrangement of the devices on the table, leaves. Semchik's actions are measured, not fussy. He's in no hurry.
He returns again, brings sweets, puts them on the table, looks at the clock.
He sits down on a chair, takes out a smartphone, flips through the news feed in it.
The musical accompaniment ends.
Olchik enters. Positive, but exciting. The complete opposite of Semchik. A woman's handbag is on her shoulder, a bag of groceries is in her hand.
Olchik (chattering). Sema, hi. Mua-Mua (sends Semchik two swift air kisses). Why is your door unlocked? Are you not afraid of thieves?
Semchik (without getting up from the chair, slowly, slowly). Olchik, salute. There is no one scarier than you in my bachelor hut.
Olchik (deliberately offended). Well, thank you.
Semchik (trying to rehabilitate himself). I don't mean that, I mean… Well, you get it.
Olchik (positively, fussily). Yes, I understand-I understand. (Sceptically examines the table with treats). Soooo! Semchik, you don't change. Tell me honestly, aren't you tired of putting the same thing on the table yourself? How do you eat it? Okay, one. Okay, two. But now there's plenty of everything. No, you consistently treat the same. However, I knew it, so…
Olchik takes out of the bag those treats that she bought for the occasion herself. He arranges them on the table, rearranging everything that Semchik has arranged.
Semchik continues to scroll through the news feed in his smartphone, prints something, does not participate much in what is happening.
Olchik, having finished with the serving, and having assessed the "busy" Semchik, approaches him and takes his smartphone from him.
Semchik (indignantly, offended). And…
Olchik (putting his smartphone aside). You will have time to sit on the phone at any other time. Now you'd better talk to me.
Olchik removes Sema's phone to the side, puts his own there next to it, defiantly showing this gesture as equality of positions.
Semchik (looking away, crossing his arms on his chest). Actually, there was a very important correspondence.
Olchik (sarcastically). You can save the world another time. And now let's roll! What have you got there? Tea or coffee?
Semchik ("through the lip"). Coffee is expensive nowadays. Just for yourself, you can have tea in a bag.