We sit in a restaurant, quiet veranda. Everything is broken, but not in the shell.

One of them has a phone. He whispers to everyone "T-s-s-s"... wife!"
He takes the tube. and further:

He said, “Yes, dear, I don’t drink, I don’t drink, as you might think.
...
I’m driving, I’m already in the electric car.
...
If you can’t hear it, listen carefully.

Then he slightly presses the pipe with his hand and polymnotes monotonously bormochets "tidyšč-tidyščščščščščščšč, tidyšč-tidyščščščščšč..."

The communication is interrupted, and he turns to us -"Well, how did she guess that we were booing, right?"