YURA (indignantly): What the hell! Are you preparing me for the Paris fashion show?
SANYA (considered): My friend! This is a serious matter, you just don't understand all the details…
YURA (interrupts): Stop-stop-stop! Something we have stalled with these subtleties. We'll deal with the photo later. Give me more options! What else are you up to?
SANEK (judiciously): The second version of the ad is simpler. It sounds something like this (with intrigue, after a pause): "An imposing man with a dozen pleasant surprises, looking for an attractive reader to become her Desk book"
Yura thinks about it.
Sanek sees that he was almost in the top ten, he is proud, but silent, waiting.
Yura is calculating something, mimicking something and discussing it to himself. Facial expressions and gestures reflect everything. He likes this option.
SANEK (in anticipation): Well, say something of yourself…
YURA (approvingly): I like it!
SANEK (complacently): Here!
YURA (with curiosity): and you still have there, incorrect, any options were? (parading the Comedy of Gaidai, says in a broken drunken voice) Read out the entire list, please?
SANEK (prevaricating): Well… there were also variations of the first and second versions, their tandem and veiled representation of some phrases in places that do not change the overall meaning as a whole.
YURA (revealing): In General, you did not come up with anything else!
SANEK (prevaricating): … mm… frankly, Yes.
YURA: Okay, I like the second option. An imposing man is a sprawling, broad concept. Who wants to understand this-then let them understand. Something about me will be true.
SANEK (approvingly, supporting, summarizing): Absolutely true to the soul!
Yura gives each other a hand, Sanek responds in kind, they shake hands victoriously, admiring each other!
SANEK (with caviar in his eyes): So! Well, as I understand it, the matter is left to a small one! So, we will make a photo and you can publish it, but for now…
Sanek snaps his fingers, makes a gesture of anticipation, and takes a bottle of spirits from his bosom.
SANEK (festive): TA-dam!
YURA (pleasantly surprised): Oooh…
SANEK (festive): This event should be celebrated! My friend stands on the edge, I would say on the periphery of States of being!
YURA (admiringly): And this, in my opinion, is already a toast!
SANEK (bodro): No doubt, my friend, no doubt!
Yura is hysterically calling for his mother.