Mikhalych. Oh, I almost forgot!
Аnnа. What’s that?
Mikhalych. I almost forgot that I came here with some business!
Аnnа. What’s the business?
Mikhalych. I have to hand in a letter. A registered one.
Аnnа. Okay, I’ll hand it in!
Mikhalych. No way. Sorry, dear but I must hand it personally with a signature of a receiver.
Аnnа. And when you hand it then what?
Mikhalych. Then I am running like a horse! Don’t worry. The house is already yours.
Аnnа. Tomorrow morning let’s go and see it together again, okay?
Mikhalych. Okay, I’ll be here early in the morning like a guard. You and Vasil will be still in bed. (Leaves).
Аllа. Are you going to buy a house?
Аnnа. Oh, what will be will be! And finally, how long are we going to move from camps and hotels? I am fed up.
Аllа. Yeah, it’s high time for you.
Аnnа. Have you noticed already?
Аllа. It’s not very noticeable. But if you look more attentively…
Аnnа. It’s growing like yeast! What if it’s going to be twins?
Аllа. You think your husband will fall out of love?
Аnnа. No way! Vasil loves me like I am. But if I deliver twins he will go crazy of happiness.
Аllа. I think I will also go home. I am going mad here. Bad thoughts are getting to my mind out of doing nothing.
Аnnа. That’s true. At home it’s impossible to do nothing. There is always some work. And when your husband comes back there will be warm and cozy home smelling with pies. He will realize that you were waiting for him.
Аllа. Waiting?
Аnnа. Of course!
Аllа. You are a good girl… Will you see me off?
Аnnа. Sure!
Аllа. Let’s go. A bus is coming soon. I don’t want to be late again.
Аllа Bokova and Anna Korobko leave. Levan and Mikhalych enter.
Levan. Oh, you don’t have to worry about! He will be here.
Mikhalych. Please do understand me! I am in a hurry! I have an urgent business.
Cyrill Sumyatov enters.
Mikhalych. Hey, fellow, what’s your last name?
Sumyatov. We have already introduced ourselves to each other. Search your memory, Mikhalych!
Mikhalych. I have no time.
Sumyatov. Well, Sumyatov.
Mikhalych. No, it’s not him.
Sumyatov. Why not me?
Mikhalych. Don’t argue with me. Not you – that’s it.
Sumyatov. Okay, let it be.
Levan. Hey, dear, why are you so sallen?
Sumyatov. My business trip is coming to an end, but my notebook is still blank. Nobody wants to be a hero. There is nothing to write about.
Levan. Please, have a cake. All your worries will fade away, believe me!
Sumyatov. If it could help I would eat a hundred of them.
Victor Mancev enters.
Mancev. Are you a local postman?
Mikhalych. Yes I am, so what?
Mancev. There is nothing for me as usual?
Mikhalych. What is your last name please?
Mancev. Mancev. Victor Mancev.
Mikhalych. Do you have an ID?
Mancev. What for?