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The actions take place in the apartment.

Morning is coming!

The light turns on smoothly. Our heroes are in the places where they stayed in the last scene.

Here is Kira with a disheveled head, all out of herself and out of shape at all, begins to slowly move her leg …, then her hand. Here she is already starting to move little by little, to wake up somehow. "Grunting and mooing" from the inconvenience, from the ringing in her head, she rises. He puts his hand to his head and writhes. She still does not see the bed with Plato, the bed is still out of Kira's viewing area.

Here she stands up smoothly, carefully. Staggering, she examines with sincere surprise her strange, as it seems to her, outfit, which is unclear (for her) why of a sexual nature.

And so Kira smoothly, surprised by everything that is happening, heads towards the bed where Plato is lying. Kira sees Plato on the bed, shudders and at the same moment begins to scream hysterically and fearfully!

Kira (frightened, loudly). AAAAAAA!!!

Plato jumps up on the bed from such a squeal, mechanically, still not having understood from sleep, tries to run somewhere, but since he is sleepy and his attention is still somewhere far away, then Plato in confusion in his unknown race hits some jamb and falls.

Kira stops screaming. Plato finally wakes up, gets up on the floor, but still sits on it, shakes his head and looks with surprise at Kira, who looks at Plato with no less surprise and apprehension.

Plato (coming to himself, but in a different way, busily, to Kira). So! My dear, please take the trouble to explain a couple of things to me. First, why the hell are you yelling like that! And the second – …who are you anyway?

Kira (indignantly, putting her hands on her hips). Huh!?

Plato is holding his head, a little distracted from Kira.

Plato (as if to himself). And I also wonder why my head hurts so much…

Kira (indignantly, nervously, but cautiously, to Plato). Who am I? Who are you? He's lying down, you know, on my bed, and he's acting so cheeky.

Kira indignantly throws off her hands, takes a breath.

Kira (trying to pull herself together). Listen, man, I don't know what's in there… it happened here yesterday. And whether you and I had anything or not. It doesn't matter, I don't know you. So… As they say… Thank you for a pleasant evening, everything was great, I'll call you sometime. And now it's time for you.

Kira points Plato to the door.

Plato grins, takes Kira's words quite calmly. He gets up, stretches his neck, shakes his head, wipes his face, "throws off the last remnants of sleep." After that, he approaches Kira, takes her by the hand and pulls her without words – leads her to the door (exit).

Kira resists, is indignant.

Kira (indignantly, resisting). Eeeee! What are you doing? Let go! What are you doing?

Kira breaks free. Plato turns to her and now points to the girl at the door, and supports this pass with an unambiguous gesture (a nod of the head).

Kira (indignantly, surprised). I don't understand.

Plato (calmly, without losing his composure). We've made a joke and that's enough. I do not know how you ended up in my apartment, but believe me, it's better for you to leave now. I will check things, and God forbid, something will not be in place. Keep in mind, there are cameras on the entrances. If anything, you'll be tied up today.