Men's bikes. A play for 5-8 people. Comedy. Nikolay Lakutin

these two weeks, honey? Am I going to die without you?

      Valeria (smiling guiltily, tenderly). It will be very hard for me myself… Well, I'll… I'll try to sort it out quickly, okay? I'll try to arrange a meeting with you… at the end of next week. But.. I won't promise, but I'll try, okay?

      Danil (gently, sadly, almost in tears). Uh-huh…

      Valeria pitifully sulks, once again quickly kisses Danil on the lips and runs away.

      Danil waits until Valeria disappears, after that his sadness and longing immediately disappears from his face, he busily licks his lips, savoring the remnants of a kiss on his lips. Carefully examines himself, takes off Valeria's hair, wipes her cheeks, neck, takes a mirror out of her pocket, looks around for traces of a kiss. After that, he goes somewhere to the side, takes out a large travel bag with another jacket, takes it out, takes off his own, folds it neatly, puts it in the bag, and puts on the one he took out. After that, he takes his cologne out of the bag from there, sprinkles it, removes the cologne. He takes the phone out of his pocket, puts it on the sound (the audience should hear the addition of sound with the side button of the smartphone). After that, he dials the phone number, puts the smartphone to his ear.

      Danil (in a businesslike tone into the phone). Hello, dear? Well, I'm done for today, I'm going home. Should I stop by the store to get something? Don't? Well, all right, then I'll go straight home. That's it… Wait, I'll be there in about forty minutes.

      A musical theme sounds.

      Danil throws off the call. Busily puts the smartphone in his pocket, throws his bag over his shoulder and walks home with a cheerful

      , relaxed step.

      The music keeps playing.

      Scene 4. Danil's House

      The music keeps playing.

      The light turns on smoothly. The apartment has a cozy home environment. Danil enters. He doesn't have a bag in his hands, but he turns the car keys in his hands along with the keychain. He looks around the house in a masterly, calm way, puts the car keys somewhere on the shelf, or where a place will be provided for this. Passes, sits on the sofa, simultaneously calls his wife.

      The music stops and ends.

      Danil (as if nothing had happened). Honey, I'm home.

      There is no response.

      Danil turns around warily, looking for his wife.

      Danil (warily). Zinaida, my doll, where are you?

      The lights go out. A lyrical composition sounds. A smiling Zinaida slowly enters the room, carrying a small cake in front of her, on which eight candles are burning.

      Danil is surprised, jumps off the sofa, enthusiastically meets his wife.

      The music fades and ends, the light turns on smoothly.

      Danil (admiringly). Damn me… every day my wife met me at home from work like this. Ay, thank you, dear, ay, I have served.

      Blow out the candles on the cake together for a couple.

      Danil kisses his wife on the cheek, accepts the cake, but Zinaida is in no hurry to let it out of her hands. Danil tries several times to carefully pull the cake out of his wife's hands, but she holds it tightly, smiles, is silent and does not let the cake out of her hands.

      Danil takes a step back, puts his hands on his hips and looks questioningly at his smiling wife.

      Danil (questioningly, with interest and misunderstanding). So! Even I'm not that… What is this?

      Zinaida (playfully, cautiously hinting). Danil…, well, what are you… well, did you forget that? Well, count how many candles are on the cake, well?