– Hi.
– Hi, come in.
– Shall we go?
– Sure, I just have to pack my things.
– What things?
– My things. I’m moving!
– Where?
– The States!
– What?! The States?
– It’s true! You know mom’s boyfriend? He lives in America. Mom’s moving there and I’m going with.
– What you gonna do there?
– I don’t know. We leave on Friday.
– You’re kidding!
– It’s true!
– It’s a dumb joke.
– It’s true. What am I gonna do here?
– I can’t believe you’re moving.
– Believe it, I’m going…
(…)
– How come you decided to go to America?
– Mom met her boyfriend through one of those dating agencies. He’s Russian, but he lives in America.
– It’s incredible! Shit… I’d also like to go away.
– You can visit me in America!
– What’s this about “America, America”? What’s she shouting about?
– She’s going there.
– You’re just lying. Really? Can’t I come with?
– No.
– Take me with you. I speak English. Hello, my name Is Volodya.
– Fool…