*(Stolz and Raikin room. Stolz sits on the bed with notebook on his knees and tries to begin his term paper. Door swings open, Raikin enters loudly)*.
R: Hey pal. Goin' to that big bada-boom party on the fifth floor. You're in?
St: I think I'll pass. Thanks.
R: Ah, what's the matter?
St: Trying to begin this... term paper.
R: Gosh, don't be such a nerd! Put that goddamn thing away, I'm begging you!
St: Or maybe I just don't want to go to that party.
R: Come on, it will be fun! I promise! Bet there will be those hot smokin' pretty nice girls. Single girls, you know! You haven't meat anyone yet, have you?
St: Nope.
R: So it's time to! A big chance!
St: *(starring at screen, absently)* I'm not in rush... To meet...
R: Well you should be. Life is short, and we're so young, have fun while you can, yolo and stuff. Hey, why wouldn't you be in a rush to meet some nice girl?
St: It wasn't easy with them.
R: Really? Handsome cutie boy Stolz, having problems with girls? Come on.
St: *(sighs, puts notebook away)* Truth is, the only person that interests me enough to give all my spare time to is myself. Girls, they are... at first they are totaly fine, they are great, okay? But they tend to... demand more and more place in my life.
R: Ow... That's...
St: I'm just okay at my own. Nice to have a girlfriend, but... Look, all the girls I met, they just... they wanted complete self-giving from me, after we had some time together. Can't they understand? That man can be fine with loving himself and his significant one at the same time? But no! They want all of yours! While significants, they come and go, and yourself is the one and only person you have to live all your life with, from birth till death.
R: ...Do you part.
St: ...Right.
R: *(sits next to Stolz)* Meet my friend, Anatoly Stolz, The Serious Guy, talking about The Serious Things. You're such an adult, my boy!
St: *(chuckles)* Screw you...
R: You, my friend, are treating girls way too serious. You should stop doing that! And you will see that there are lot of girls who doesn't actually care much, just like you!
St: *(sighs)* So, where are they? Girls that don't care? That are not so demanding? Had no luck yet...
R: They are at that party, man! You having no luck only means you have to keep trying! That's why you will be there! And hell with 'dem girls anyway, we are going to have a nice drink together! You need that, you need to stop being that gloomy! I'm tired of seeing your sullen mug all the time!
St: *(chuckles)* Okay, okay.
R: Here we go!
*(They leave the room and stumble upon Sichev in hallway)*.
Si: Hey guys! Where are you going?
R: To one big noisy party downstairs, and you, baby, are coming with us. *(Grabs his shoulder)*
Si: Wait-wait-wait... what party?
R: Party, man, party! Like drinking, chatting, having fun, you know! Rings a bell?
Si: Wait, I... uhm... I'm not sure I can...
R: What're you going to do anyway? Sit alone with PC, rotting in your cave, like some crazy old hermit, I'm not letting you do that, man. No way.
Si: But I don't know anybody down there!
R: You know me, you know this guy, that's pretty enough, trust me. Promise you there will be a pretty single girl, just waiting for you to show up.
Si: Pfff, what girl...
R: Trust Eugene Raikin, darling, he's a real magician when it comes to such things. He never speaks wrong.