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Duration: 1 hour.
ACTORS
Georgy Shustrilov (Zhora) is a cunning, ambitious guy;
Georgy Vilyaev (Gosha) is a cunning, ambitious guy;
Dasha is a girl with the status "in active search".
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!
