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RAECHKA: I don’t understand how Dima could have brought such a person without our permission to my birth day…

BORIS: Reachka, I have to confess… Dima did ask me, and I agreed that we would meet his friend Alexander.

RAECHKA: And you have kept it a secret this whole time? You coward!

BORIS (guilty): Forgive me… Luckily, we survived…(pause) RAECHKA, I didn’t ask you an important question… Where were you, when the bombs exploded at the Marathon?

RAECHKA: I was home…

BORIS: And I was in Copley Square watching like we used to do. I was moving around trying to get a better view. I was safely far away from explore…

RAECHKA: Why should you want to be pushed around by such a crowd?

BORIS: I don’t know… I couldn’t bare to sit home alone…

(Pause)

Earlier when I arrived in America I was completely happy, but now I’ve become more and more anxious and impatient. If anybody can just make a bomb from Macy’s pans, or buy a gun at Walmart. What can we do?

RAECHKA: Here we have FBI and policy…

BORIS: We know that our phones could be listened to by the FBI… And in spite of them listening to a lot of phones the FBI could not save us from these terrorists

RAECHKA: Now I understand, why you said that you didn’t want to talk by phone…

BORIS: Right…

RAECHKA: Boria, who would be interested in your conversations?

BORIS: I don’t know… But I know, that I can talk about my inner thoughts and worries only with you…

RAECHKA: And your worries are…?

BORIS: It seems to me, now in America, the government has made us to be vigilant… (Pause) If the small boat owner was not vigilant and hadn’t seen blood on his boat the police would never have found this Chechen terrorist…

RAECHKA: So, what do you think?

BORIS (depressed): We have to be the same as we were in Russia, to care of our survival ourself…

RAECHKA: What we have to do?

BORIS: We have to be on the lookout for suspicious people, black bags, even look out our windows to see if criminals are hiding in our yard.

RAECHKA: Boria, you are really in a bad way… You are depressed.

BORIS: Do you know a good medicine for depression?

RAECHKA: Sorry! No!

BORIS: I do know that only you could make me happy. In these times we should be together.

RAECHKA: We never could be on the same page.

BORIS: You never felt sorry for me?

RAECHKA: And were you ever sorry for me, when we were together?

BORIS: Well in some sense… The divorce was your idea. You knew how badly I was taking it, and yet you insisted.

RAECHKA: I waited a long time for you to change..

BORIS: I’m sorry… I didn’t have the right attitude about our relationship.

RAECHKA: What was your “attitude” about your marriage?

BORIS: Back then… When we met, and courted, you so wanted to marry me. You started the ball rolling, and hung in there… In the end I decided OK, I would be your husband, but I would continue to do as I was used to…

RAECHKA (upset): Your reasoning it never occurred to me…

BORIS: I couldn’t tell you. You were so happy. I didn’t want to screw it up.

RAECHKA: Yes, I was happy, when you decided to marry me… I loved you… And you, did you love me then?

BORIS: I loved you then, RAECHKA! And I love you even more now…

RAECHKA: You are joking (she admits a young flirtatious laugh)

BORIS: How do you manage to hide such a flirtatious young laugh?

RAECHKA: I don’t know. Maybe because I so seldom laugh and smile.

BORIS: The divorce ruined the whole of our life. We have lost each other…

(Boris moves chair closer to Raechka) Do you think it was easy for me to leave you and the old familiar nest?

RAECHKA: What «nest» are you talking about? We had only just arrived here and you continued to feel free enough to chase every pretty skirt you saw. I didn’t trust you.

BORIS: Now you can trust me. I promise. All I want is five years in a peaceful comfortable situation, to help you…

RAECHKA: Do you want us to live together again?

BORIS: Why not? We are of the same ilk. You are also a homebody. We both have so much to talk about, so many common memories..

RAECHKA: Maybe I don’t want to remember.

BORIS: I often think about our past… How close our relationship was in Russia…

RAECHKA: Yes, we were joined by our common danger… survival.

(Pause)

BORIS (dream): And do you remember how we used to go camping? We lived in tents… We set out to find firewood in the forest and made a fire… And then we boiled potatoes in a kettle…

RAECHKA: We never boiled potatoes in a kettle… We put them right in the fire…

BORIS: Ah, yes! We argued about how long to wait before taking them out.

RAECHKA: We were ravenously hungry… and burned our fingers opening the potatoes’ hot, black skin…