Bela (in amazement). Wow! Congratulations!

Angelina nods back, not too happily.

Angelina (avoiding the details). Aren't you married yourself?

Bela (on emotion). Me? Yes, what are you? No, of course not.

Angelina (with understanding). Well yes… Well, yes …

Bela (going to share the frank). Everything is complicated for me. The guy was. Threw. I'm alone now. Upset, stressed, sad…

Angelina (not too willing to listen). I see. Things happen. Listen up! And where are our friends? Let's call them, shall we?

Bela (catching herself). Yes, that's right.

The girls start looking for their phones.

Angelina quickly finds, pulls out, tries to call, dial, do something, sadly summarizes the state of affairs.

Angelina (sadly). Heck. My phone is dead.

Bela (trying to find her phone, but already realizing that she won't find it). My situation will be even worse. I think I've lost my phone.

Angelina (sympathetically). How? Where?

Bela (judiciously). Mm….. Presumably, this loss happened through your prayers. While I was handing out the feed, as you can see. Bounced, apparently, this and that. Somewhere, probably, he fell out there.

Angelina (sympathetically). So they ran to look for it quickly, before someone else found it!

Bela (cheerfully). Let's run!

Musical accompaniment.

The girls run away in search of a phone.

ZTM.

Scene 5. News is so news!

Street.

The music keeps playing.

The light turns on smoothly.

Lisa, Xana and Damira walk on different sides, looking for friends.

They look at each other, shrug their shoulders, search further, disperse.

Come and go. They come, look at each other, go to look again.

The music stops and ends.

Lisa runs out excited. The hand is raised, Bela's mobile phone defiantly flaunts in her hand.

Lisa (to the girls). Girls, come here. I found something!

Lisa, Damira and Xana all run together in a bunch.

Lisa (to the girls). Look, I found the phone. But it's not Gelin, exactly. Maybe it's Bela's phone?

Damira and Xana exchange glances.

Xana takes the phone from Lisa. He begins to rummage around in it, looking for something.

Xana (to Lisa). You see, Lisa…

Lisa (interrupts). is it possible.

Xana (to Lisa). Yes. Lee, you see what's the matter. We have known Bela not so long ago.

Damira (to Lisa). I met Squirrel about an hour before we ran into each other.

Xana (to Lisa, looking for something in Bela's phone). And I wasn't much earlier. But nothing, fortunately, the phone without a password. We will understand now by correspondence. Belkin's pipe or not.

Xana searches for information, flips through tabs. All three of them carefully study the correspondence on the phone.

Damira (looking at the phone). So, well, not much. No correspondence with the guy. But she had some kind of Kostya, it seems…

Xana (flipping through correspondence). Stasik, she was talking.

Damira (looking at the phone). Exactly.

Xana (leafing through the correspondence). Well, they've got everything stalled there. It is clear — she could have deleted the correspondence with him. Well, with the other guys here… No dialogs at all. Correspondence with mom. Messages from the bank, from hypermarkets mailing lists… Some more nonsense.

Lisa (looking at the phone). Well… judging by the theme of the design, this is a female phone, and if a little more specifically, this is a phone of some kind of zamukhryshki.

Damira and Xana (chorus). It's her anyway!

Bela and Angelina run out, see their friends.

Bela and Angelina (chorus). Girls, finally.

The trio turns to the voices of Bela and Angelina, they rejoice at the meeting.

Lisa (to Bela). I found your phone! Isn't that yours?

Bela runs up, picks up the phone, rejoices. Hugs Lisa.

Bela (to Lisa, hugging her). My, thank you.

Lisa discreetly responds with mutual affection.

Bela runs up to "her" girls.

Friends rejoice, embrace the original compositions.

Bela, Damira and Xana hug separately. Lisa and Angelina hug separately.

Lisa (to everyone, examining the girls). Well, are everyone alive, are everyone more or less healthy?

Bela, Damira, Angelina, Xana (chorus, vying). Yes. Normal. More or less. Will go.

Xana (Damire and Bela). Lisa and I talked here. A normal girl, by the way. It's strange that we didn't find a common language right away.

Angelina (to everyone). Yes, Squirrel and I also became friends.

Bela nods, smiles warmly.

Xana (to everyone). Well, then what? Then let's be friends, shall we?

Lisa (first extending her hand among the girls, palm down). Give me all your stumps!

The girls take turns putting their palms on top, one on one. Xana puts her hand on Lisa's hand, Angelina puts her hand on Xana's hand, Bela puts her hand on Angelina's hand, Damira puts her hand on Bela's hand.

All the girls (in chorus, on the count of three throwing up a "bunch of hands"). Peace! Peace! Peace!

They throw up their hands, open the "manual" merge.

Angelina (to everyone). So, well, then I suggest we exchange all the numbers. We will call up, write off. In a cafe, maybe when we get together, we can chat!

Damira (supporting). Yes, that's a great idea!

The girls come together in a bunch. They are vying to dictate their numbers and names, write down phone numbers in their smartphones.

Bela (casually, to everyone). And Gelya is getting married tomorrow!

There is an awkward pause. All the girls look first at Bela, then at Angelina.

Lisa (to Angelina, indignantly). What? And I'm just finding out about it like this now?

Xana (surprised). Oh-pa-pa…

Angelina (to Lisa). Yes, I was going to tell you about it. It's just that at first I met these twins, my thoughts got confused, then you and I rolled over, and then I just opened my mouth, I wanted to tell you how we were… (Pointing to Damira, Xana and Bela.) The girls out, they swooped. Well, that's it. I couldn't tell you.

Xana (busily, with interest, to Angelina). Well, now you can tell everyone. So what? Is there really