Oleg (with some degree of condemnation). Danil, I've always been surprised by your ability to talk about what you don't know about. Well, what makes you think that the candy-bouquet period is over for them?
There is a bright splash of emotions from the window.
Oleg (pointing to the window). Oh! Have you heard how they have everything there? I didn't have it with my Nina even at the very beginning, not like now. And do you see how it happens to people? No, brother, it smells like kerosene. And just about to be spilled between the hearts of these two figures, and set on fire by some skillful cherub who knows his business perfectly.
There is another batch of emotional shouts from the window.
Danil (with a calm face, after listening to a few more shouts). And I will answer! First of all, not a brother, but a friend!
Oleg (with interest). So I'm not literally. Of course, a friend. And what, secondly?
Danil (with a calm face). And secondly, I know this couple very well. They have been dating for a long time. In fits and starts, though, from time to time, but for a long time. I suspect that their anniversary is coming soon.
Oleg (with interest, and some disbelief). You're at it again That's how? How can you know all this? Tell me honestly, are you making it up on the go?
Danil (with a calm face). I'm not making anything up.
Oleg (egging on). Yeah, you'll say that someone from this couple personally tells you all the details, right?
Danil (with a calm face). I can't really say anything about the peasant, I've only seen him a few times, briefly. Nothing such a man, quite suitable.
A new batch of groans and gasps is heard. Mostly female shouts.
Danil (with a calm face). And I know the lady who's been soloing for an hour well.
Oleg (biased, incredulous). Oh, stop it! He knows everyone, he knows about everything.
Oleg starts drinking.
Danil (with a calm face). And how can I not know if it's my own wife.