A play for 4,5,6,7,8 or 9 people. Holy Gaetz! Comedy

Zoya and Anyuta look at Angela in anticipation.

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). Looks like… I'm finally here… I pulled out my lucky ticket!

Anyuta (emotionally, joyfully). Oh…

Zoya (emotionally). Yes laaaaadno …

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). Anyway, listen up. I forgot my license last week… well… driver's license. Here. And to nothing. And it had to happen that a traffic cop stopped me.

Anyuta (supporting). This is the law of meanness! It always works flawlessly.

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). Yes! Well… I really still parked in the wrong place, just in front of this traffic cop. A relative fell on her tail, so I threw her to the subway. Well, in the center, you know, there is nowhere to stand. I'm right on the "dedicated" for public transport and parked. I dropped off a relative, just to leave, well, this one… with a wand to me: "Come here."

Zoya (with interest, sympathetically). Damn it… So, so what?

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). I stop, open the window a little, ask "What"?

And he stands there, smiling, as if he got a five.

Anyuta (sympathetically). He also smiles. Uuu… bastard.

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). No, he actually turned out to be normal. I've never met such traffic cops before. Well, judge for yourself. Anyway, he introduced himself… His name is still so interesting – Xenophon!

Zoya (with interest). Wow.

Angela (emotionally, with intrigue). Yeah. Documentaries, then, back and forth. I'm a grab, and there are no documents. I left it at home. I explained to him that, they say, so and so.

Anyuta (with interest). What's he doing?

Angela (with intrigue). And he offered to go to his car. I began to check my swallow on the databases. Now they have everything, all the data. Well, in the meantime, I checked, we talked so casually with him about life, and about how many different incidents there are on the roads. He checked everything, wished me a safe journey, told me not to park in the lane allocated for public transport anymore, and instead of a fine, he wrote out his phone number on a crumpled piece of paper. He said he wouldn't be offended if I called.

Zoya (with interest). So what? Did you call?

Angela (with intrigue). Girls, at first I wanted to throw out this piece of paper altogether, but I was too tired. And in the evening I remembered. I thought that he treated me like a human being somehow. So he smiled sincerely, because somehow he communicated warmly. In short, I did not offend him, yes, I called.

Zoya (emotionally). Yes laaaaadno …

Anyuta (with interest). Soooo, well, well?