ILYA. You agree?
YANA. Sure, that’s how I live.
ILYA. I know. You’re our friend and that’s cool. I never thought it could be so easy with a girl. Fucking amazing.
YANA. Thanks.
MAYA. Ilya leans towards Yana.
ILYA. So you don’t mind?
MAYA. They kiss. Then another lad approaches them.
ILYA. Sit down, my friend. Still suffering?
LAD. Aw, fuck it.
MAYA. Ilya kisses Yana. And nods towards his friend. Yana laughs and kisses him on the cheek. Ilya hands them fresh beer bottles and leaves.
ILYA. Yana, my friend. We don’t need to call other friends, do we?
MAYA. Yana drinks some more. So does the other lad. They get drunk, kiss more, for longer. Then they end up in a room. Drunk giggling. Everything is over in a minute. Just a few wrinkles on their clothes.
LAD. Alright?
YANA. Yup.
MAYA. Next Yana is sitting with everyone on the couch, looking around closely. Has she gone too far? Sitting with her phone. Reading Masha’s message. It’s a long beautiful post on VK. And Masha writes at the end.
MASHA. Sometimes I feel… Dead inside. And you?
MAYA. Yana doesn’t reply. Ilya grabs her phone. Reads the message and laughs out loud.
ILYA. Why would you need those girlfriends that only post shitty pics with shitty quotes? We’ve got real life here.
MAYA. Tense laughs and voices.
LADS. Right.
MAX. Yana, I’ve got a different, very, very serious question for you. Focus.
MAYA. Yana is tense. Everyone goes quiet.
MAX. If I weigh 50 kilos and I’ve had 500 g of chips, does that make me 1% a chip?
MAYA. Phew. Everyone bursts out laughing. So does Yana.
LADS. Fuck off, you autist! Hahaha.
MAYA. And Ilya says to Yana, quietly…
ILYA. You rock. You know you can leave any moment.