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He waits a moment.
SERGEY: Waiting.
Hang up. Goes, slightly priotkryvaet the door. Messing around in the kitchen, cooking something, going somewhere. Comes with a frying pan, two forks and slices of bread. He settles down to eat, the doorbell rings.
SERGEI (shouts): it's Open! Go.
Enter Artem.
Artem is unsure of himself, he treads timidly, afraid of everything and everything. He keeps adjusting his glasses on his nose. Protruding ears protrude from under the cap. Artyom is hunched over, his mouth slightly open.
ARTEM (stammering): Addressivity. Vvvvvv Arrrrrggggg?
Sergei laughs in a voice that did not hesitate to be rude.
ARTEM (stammering): Ssssweet, I navarrone olddddddd.
Artem turns around, starts to leave. Sergei shouts at him.
SERGEY: Wait! Sorry, please, just inspired… My grandfather also relieves a small need, as you say. Let's go for " YOU."
Sergei gets up, approaches the guest, holds out his hand.
SERGEI: Sergei!
ARTEM: Artem. I sometimes ssssnakes when Wallenius.
SERGEY: Come in Artem, will you eat? Come with me, I just got here recently, haven't had time to eat, but already got two forks, a couple of slices of bread. So I ask to our modest table, we will taste eggs, now seagulls will boil. In the meantime, we can state the case.
Artyom looks longingly at the pan, bites his lips, quickly undresses and runs to the table. Pulls up a stool, begins to eat quickly.
Sergey looks at all this business with surprise, some understanding begins to come to him.
Sergei is still standing in the hallway. He folds his arms over his chest, looks regretfully at the guest eating food for both cheeks.
SERGEI: I understand that the object of elimination is the wife?
Artyom nods, quickly throwing pieces of scrambled eggs in his mouth and biting off pieces of bread.
ARTYOM (with his mouth full): How are you?..
SERGEI: We same on "you" have gone.
ARTYOM (with his mouth full):.. yes. How did you know?" Yes… indeed, it will be about the wife. But, until that not about eliminating, and… I'd like to ask you to take her down, as stated in yours… (looks with guilty smile on Sergei) your a
Artem shrugs guiltily and shows Sergei an empty frying pan.
SERGEI: Yes okay, on health, I have today, it seems fasting day.
Sergei goes to pour tea.
SERGEI (screams from kitchen): Well, what about his wife? A Satrap in a skirt?
ARTEM: No, not in a skirt…
Sergei looks out from the kitchen with interest.
ARTEM: Well… in the sense, that she not wears skirts, as something to trousers trained still with youth. I have it… not very feminine. More rough, tough.
Sergei mumbles understandingly from the kitchen.
ARTEM (proudly and belligerently): No, do not think, I'm not henpecked what! I make all the decisions in the house!
Sergei mistrustfully looks out from the kitchen, looks at Artem.
ARTEM (sighs, complements drooping voice): Wife decides, I accept…
Sergey with a smile walks into the room carries two mugs.
SERGEY: Yes, in General, I have already understood. Tell me, buddy, how come you two are such different people and get together? She's a moor, you're God's dandelion…
Sergey sits down opposite the guest, gives him one mug. Artem willingly accepts, drinks.
ARTEM: you Understand… I… I can not say that it was my willful decision.
Sergei laughs maliciously.
ARTEM: No! Not that she married me. Just so somehow it all turned out. I was familiar with her brother. Sometimes we went to watch hockey games together.
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