I want to know what I am by the eyes of a girl.
Masha is high. My eyes looked carefully into your chest.
Sasha: My own too!
Sasha: There at the end of all these questions will be "so why can’t you come to me at least once a month, distract yourself with a high humorous and gentle smart man".
Masha: таааак.....this is why I associate you with the image of "girls once a month"?
Sasha: you associate with a girl "not once in six months", but somehow move from this point!