YANA. Then maybe the doctor will finally look at you for the first time. And tell you you’re fine. Or…
MAYA. Or there’s some issue.
ANYA. And you get tense. You nod, though you can’t make any sense of it. Hope to Google it after. You grab your papers and run off. Because the most important part is…
MAYA. It doesn’t matter, for two weeks or for a year, but you’re free. It’s all over!
ANYA. Hooray!
MAYA. Yup…
ANYA. I thought it was just me suffering like that.
10.
MAYA. The lads have their girlfriends, tragedies and dramas outside flats. Often Yana would give them advice.
YANA. Comfort her.
MAYA. Or.
YANA. Dump her, why bother?
MAYA. And after crying on her shoulder, the lads would say…
LADS. You’re a true friend.
MAYA. Yana loved that.
ILYA. A beautiful friend.
YANA. Yeah.
ILYA. A sexy friend.
YANA. Yeah?
ILYA. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
YANA. Look around, I’ve got a full squad.
ILYA. That’s true.
YANA. And when will I meet your girlfriend?
ILYA. Who? You know nothing about me.
MAYA. And they look at each other, smiling.
ILYA. I don’t believe in all that relationship stuff. Not right now at least. Right now we just gotta live, you know? Have fun. Look for the people we can multiply this pleasure with by millions, billions. Share it.
MAYA. They clink their glass beer bottles.