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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?