They raise the stacks.

Xana (busily). To eat and drink, to want and could! Let's go…

they drink on the second. Have a snack.

Xana (with interest, Damire). And what about Nikita, with the dorm… Are you together now, or what?

Damira (a little sadly). Broke up… A week ago.

Xana (with interest, Damire). What broke up?

Damira (evasively). Well… So it happened.

Xana (with cunning). Eeeee, the Lady seems to be more aggressive than the Squirrel. (Damire.) Am I right, huh?

Damira (a little indignantly). How do you know everything?

Xana (with cunning). I can see it in your eyes. I know that look. She's no better. Well? Who is he? Some Ahmad? Or Rinat? Owner of a medium-sized business. 30–40 years old, lonely, but does not rush to the embrasure? Cautious?

Damira (a little scared, Xane). What are you? Clairvoyant?

Xana (with cunning). Straight! An ordinary bitch.

Bela (with interest, Damire). Did you guess everything?

Damira (carefully, Bele). Partly. His name is a simple Russian name, Roman. But his business is connected, oddly enough, with the cuisine of not our nationality. He has a chain of Caucasian restaurants.

Bela (surprised). Baaaaa…

Xana (approvingly). Well, there! The normal option. Well done! So? Well? What's there? How's it going?

Damira (sighing and waving away). Let's have another one, otherwise it's not so easy to tell.

Damira takes the initiative, pours a refill.

Bela looks questioningly at her new friends.

Xana (approvingly, Bele). It's fine!

They lift, clink glasses, drink, exhale.

Damira (kosovato, but cheerfully). In short!

Xana and Bela lean on the table. With an oblique eye, they listen to Damira.

Damira (kosovato, in her own way). Nikita — he's a normal guy, but zanuuuuda, kapets! The first year I actually somehow tolerated him. They quarreled constantly, then reconciled. In the second year of such an unstable and emotional relationship, I already somehow have this whole thing …

Xana (with understanding). I understand.

Bela (surprised, Damire). Damira, wait. And …

Damira (kosovato, White). What?

Bela (surprised, Damire). So, after all, on the contrary, everything should kind of be?

Damira (kosovato, Bele). What do you mean?

Bela (surprised, Damire). Well…, swearing is reconciliation. Emotions. Passion! After all, it's great when it's like on a volcano? Everyone dreams about the same thing. Or….

Bela turns a cautious look at Xana.

Bela (carefully, Xane). Or not all of them?

Damira grins.

Xana (with knowledge of the matter, Bele, slurping loudly). For the time being. And you get tired of routine relationships, and the "volcanic drive" is not always a joy. Measure and tact are important here. Volcanoes like this sometimes get into a loop, if you didn't know!

Bela (carefully, to the girls). Yeah?

Damira (kosovato, girls). Yes, I was just the opposite, I was ready to put my own in a loop. I got it specifically. I got it, I got it. Well…

Bela (cautiously, with fright, Damire). What are you? His… (Shows a strangulation gesture on himself.) Ahem?

Damira (calmly, Bele). Why bring it to this? I just packed my things and look for fistulas. Moreover, at that time I was already in full communication with Roman.

Xana (ambiguous).

Damira (enthusiastically, Xane). Yes! And he, by the way, actively showed me signs of attention!

Bela (cautiously, looking at the girls with uncertainty). And…, I'm sorry…, actively, how is it?

Xana (pityingly, Bele). Squirrel …, you're still very, very green …

Bela guiltily looks away.

Damira (in her own way, Bela). Come on, it's okay. What's the big deal? If you don't know, we'll teach you. Well, how does a man show signs of attention? He often writes, tries to joke. He's interested in your affairs. He offers to give you a ride if it turns out in the conversation that you are going somewhere. He gives flowers, calls to the cinema. He offers to sit in a cafe.

Xana (interrupts, affirmatively, knowledgeably, Bele). But the most important thing is the look!

Damira (to Xane, enthusiastically). Here! That's the whole problem and there is!

Xana (to Damire, with interest). What? Not lit?

Damira (to Xane, enthusiastically). You know, for some reason, not really. The guys took care of me, after all. Well, while I'm with Nikita. (To the girls.) No, don't think about it, I didn't cheat on him.

Xana frowns, looks doubtfully at Damira.

Damira (to Xane, in response to a biased look). Well, almost!

Bela (disapprovingly). Heh…

Xana nods approvingly to Damira.

Xana (Bele, with Damira's support). A little bit — does not count! And in general, by the way, for the future. Without this little bit, no normal relationship can exist at all. Who is this girl who doesn't twirl her tail? Why the hell was this tail then given to us by nature?

Bela (with disapproving surprise). Don't understand?

Xana (calmly, calmly). Squirrel, you understand! We have to inspire men. Encourage them to do great things. I hope you agree with this?

Bela (cautiously). Well… probably.

Xana (calmly, calmly). Not probably, but definitely! Any girl who knows her worth knows how to twist her tail. Moreover, professionally. This does not mean at all that you need to become windy. There, on occasion, it is, of course, not harmful to something somewhere. But in everyday life, it's nothing more than flirting!

Bela (not understanding). What for?

Xana (Bela, not so calm anymore). Yes, so as not to wither away with your faithful. Well, imagine that. As you can see, the relationship is perfect. You, him, the kids. Marriage for life, love to the grave, mutual understanding. So?

Bela (agreeing). So!

Damira (mocking Bela). Fool! (Coming to his senses, Bele.) Oh, I'm sorry, please. It escaped.

Bela looks at the girls with incomprehension.

Bela (with interest). I don't seem to understand anything. Are you trying to say that it doesn't happen that way?

Xana (Bele). Sometimes, a Squirrel. In fairy tales that were read to you as a child. And in real life, any prince eventually turns into