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Ada (restraining herself with difficulty). All right. Tell me already! We'll figure out what's what there.
Kostya (worried). In general… well… you can see what I am, right? I have no access to girls. How many times have I tried dating the opposite sex – all in vain. I understand that my appearance, natural modesty and complexion – all this does not make a man beautiful in the eyes of a girl. On the contrary, those men who are arrogant, self-confident, with charisma are in demand! Such that… an eagle— as they say. Well, I… well, you see for yourself. It's like… what kind of questions can there be.
Ada (nervously). I can't understand what you're getting at? Why do I need to know all this? Why do I need your sad story? I have enough problems of my own. I am not a psychologist, if you just wanted to talk and ease your lot, then I will ask you…
Ada points to the door.
Kostya again gestures trying to somehow settle this issue, but then gives up. Sighs. He gets up, walks silently with his head bowed to the exit door.
Kostya (sadly). I'm sorry, Ada. I should have told you a long time ago that Pavel is a liar, but I was cowardly.
Kostya is already approaching the door, grabs the handle, but Ada jumps off the sofa and pulls him back with her voice.
Ada (loudly, in an ordered manner). Stop!
Kostya stops, turns around.
Ada (nervously, by order). So! So, sit back down and explain to me what you have to do with it, what Pavlik has to do with it and how I'm involved in all this?
Kostya returns to the stool. Looks awkwardly at Ada, is silent, waits for the command.
Ada (nervously, questioningly). Well?
Kostya continues his story, and Ada sits back on the sofa.
Kostya (sadly). Pasha, he's… he's a womanizer, in general. He has so many of these stories…
