Violetta (smiling playfully, slyly). Hey, bro.... Why are you looking away, huh? As if bag and I are not soulmates.

Violetta approaches Kostya and hugs him tenderly and passionately. Since the longing mistress embraces, and not the sister.

Kostya feels awkward. He tries to be polite, smiles in response, but at the same time he is timid, he is confused.

Kostya (awkwardly, embarrassed). Ahem, Ahem… um… Yes, I… it is… Somehow…

Violetta (with a long, playful, sly smile). Come on! Shake it up! If you want, I'll make a relaxing massage…

Kostya (chattering quickly). Not-not-not-not-not-not-not....

Violetta (insistently, continuing to hug and stroke Kostya). Come on… What are you? Are you afraid of me? Don't be afraid, I won't eat it.

Kostya carefully tries to escape from the embrace, but Violetta holds him tightly. He gives up. He looks pitifully at his sister.

Violetta (taking pity). Well…, okay, okay… I wanted the best.

He lets go of his brother, walks around the room effectively, sits down on the sofa very inspiring (for men) with his legs crossed.

Kostya (uncertainly).

Kostya takes half a step towards the exit, but Violetta calls out to him.

Violetta (intriguingly). What are you?

Kostya stops, looks questioningly at his sister.

Violetta (intriguingly). Won't you even look at the new thing?

Kostya (uncertainly). So I saw it in the store. I just went down to the store to unwind, maybe I can tell you what, help you decide on a choice, and carry bags… Only you didn't.

Violetta (intriguingly, passionately). And I'll give…

a little pause, an exchange of glances.

Violetta (playfully). Well, I mean, I'll give you another opportunity to serve.

Kostya (not understanding). What is it? Did the light bulb burn out? Or did the hinges on the door creak again?

Violetta (playfully). Yeah, noooo. Well, why the light bulb right away …, what does the hinges have to do with it? I'm talking about something else.

Kostya (not understanding). About what other?

Violetta (playfully). Well, you know, there in the store the eyes run away. It often happens with girls that you buy some kind of thing, and then you come home and try it on, and you don't understand why the hell you took it. The store seemed to have a chic shine. And at home you look in the mirror – it sucks. There are probably some enchanted mirrors in their fitting rooms.

Kostya (not understanding). And, of course, the eye is blurred and it is already becoming difficult to dot and.

Violetta (involved). Yes! So with shoes, the situation is about the same. Let me try everything on again, and you look at everything again, and make a verdict. Keep these shoes for me, or maybe return something to the store before it's too late.

Kostya (not understanding). Well… okay.

Violetta (playfully, pointing with her toes at the bags). Get the bags over here.

Kostya takes the bags, brings them to his sister, holds them out.

Violetta, in response, holds out her seductive leg to her brother.

Violetta (with a sly smile). Can you handle it?

Kostya is "hanging". He's confused.

Violetta (plaintively). Please, I'm so tired. I was running around the shops. You don't think this was the first shoe boutique I visited today, do you?

Kostya (relatively calmly). Okay.

Violetta is blooming, shining.

Kostya (relatively calmly).

Violetta (with a sly smile). You're a man, make your own choice.

Kostya (trying to be impartial). Let's start with these.

Kostya chooses one of the pairs, takes them out of her purse, starts trying on one shoe on her sister's foot.

Violetta is playing with him. Pulls his leg, behaves like a child.

Kostya (offended). Well, a Fork? Good fooling around…

Violetta (passionately). I love it when you call me that…

she holds out her foot to her brother, who finishes with the first shoe.

Kostya (trying to be impartial). Give me the second one.

Violetta stretches out her other leg, puts it, playing, on her brother's shoulder. But he pulls himself back. He takes his sister's leg firmly and does what he was asked to do.

Violetta (passionately). Aww… How rude we are today… But it even turns me on.

Kostya (trying to be impartial, throwing Violetta's shod feet away). So, sister! Have you eaten too many oysters today?

Violetta (with a sly smile). Why oysters?

Kostya (trying to remain calm). A natural aphrodisiac, if you didn't know....

Violetta (with a sly smile). Well… then you can say that, because my natural aphrodisiac is you.

Audacious music sounds from a number of those that accompany the fashion show.

Violetta gets up and walks around in her new shoes as if on a catwalk. He tries to seduce his brother by playing with a robe and exposing parts of his legs.

Kostya, sitting on the floor, sighs, pitifully looks away.

Violetta quickly changes into another pair, again shows her brother her legs and all of herself (audaciously, but decently, moderately frankly).

Kostya glances at his sister from time to time, swallows saliva.

The third pair.

Fourth.

The music stops.

Violetta approaches her brother victoriously and belligerently. Her waist is at the level of her brother's eyes. She comes very close. Dangerously close.

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