Courier. Play for 2 people

STREET

You can hear the noise of the wind, the sounds of the city bustle, the signal of the car horn is heard.

The cry of the DRIVER BEHIND the SCENE is: Eyes off the phone, watch where you're going suicidal!

Slava jumps on stage with a smartphone in his hand. He's a little scared, confused. He looks around in vain, sighs with relief, and leans the receiver against his ear.

SLAVA (into the phone): Hello? Are you still here? Yes, once again almost got hit. Ah, you same know these drivers, fly, not look on a path utterly, here is and statistics such a ghastly then on reports traffic accident with the participation pedestrians. And strive to crush. No, honey, don't worry, what's going to happen to me?

Slava walks across the stage and at this moment stumbles, falls, mechanically cries out.

GLORY: Yes…

The tube falls out of his hand. The phone falling and hitting the floor shatters to pieces. The battery is separate, the cover is separate, the screen is all cracked.

Slava furiously waves his hands, his facial expressions Express a silent barrage of unflattering words. Assemble the phone, trying to turn it on, but nothing comes out.

SLAVA: What a day it is today! With work fired, on the road slightly not pinned down, phone has died…

He sighs heavily, smacks his lips as he exhales.

THANK: Still and there is bear as dog… But if I do not call back soon Ira, she will go crazy, think that something happened.

Rushing around the stage.

SLAVA: So, I'm now for a new phone, and then in order to solve the rest of the questions.

Slava makes several more attempts to disassemble and assemble the phone, turn it on, reboot, but in the end he waves his hand in resignation, puts the disassembled parts in his pocket and goes to another part of the stage.

GLORY APARTMENT

The apartment is waiting for its owner.

Bachelor residence. It's like an office. Bed, table, kettle, one glass.

Above the door hangs a huge horseshoe.

Plays a positive chaotic music.