I walk down the street, in front of the grandmother (B) and the little grandson (B). I hear this dialogue:
Q: You didn’t buy me a maffia, and I won’t eat lunch!
B: Do not eat lunch. I have candy in the refrigerator, and I can only eat it after lunch. We eat it ourselves.
A: I’m not going to walk!
B: This is my granddaughter! I have sick legs, I’d rather lie on the couch. You will play in the room.
A: And then... I will not go to the garden!
B: Do not go. Misha and Vadik will go to the garden, they will study there, and you will be stupid, they will not play with you.
A: And I am angry! (I think) And I-a-a... (plaxively) Naafoui poflaaaa!
B: (in shock) Oh you are a small parasite, you will send me again!
A: (with tears, ill-loving) Pofflaaa Naafu!