Myshevsky. Okay, I forgive you. But the third time will be the last one… So, dear Elena Pavlovna, the important thing is that I never bet on one horse.
Ogranovich. When you mean the professor's son, you are talking about a horse, but when you mean us, you are calling us rats… Is there justice in this world, I ask you?
Myshevsky. And how would you like to be called, Elena Pavlovna?
Ogranovich. If you use the same horse terminology, then you may call me Bucephalus – a faithful warhorse of the great Alexander the Great.
Vykhuholev. So, I was right. Here we have a clear megalomania.
Ogranovich. Every third person in the world suffers from schizophrenia. And psychiatrists are not the exception.
Vykhuholev. Suffers? Why suffer? I, personally, enjoy my schizophrenia. And what about you?
Ogranovich. As for me, I enjoy only vodka. Wouldn't you like to have a glass?
Vykhuholev. No, let me limit to schizophrenia by now. Andrey Sigizmundovich, and what about you?
Myshevsky. What about me?
Vykhuholev. What do you enjoy?
Myshevsky. Why are you asking me about it, Sergey Yurievich? You have always seemed to me an inquisitive person. I do appreciate you for this.
Vykhuholev. In this case my interest is professional, not personal.
Myshevsky. Really?
Vykhuholev. Let me be frank with you…
Myshevsky. Certainly.
Vykhuholev. Without any terrible consequences for my future?
Myshevsky. Your introduction has intrigued me, really. Try not to disappoint me furthermore!
Vykhuholev. Frankly speaking, Andrey Sigizmundovich, as a psychiatrist, I see your behavior … a little bit strange.
Myshevsky. For how long?
Vykhuholev. Since the time you started dealing with this apartment.
Myshevsky. Why?
Vykhuholev. The apartment is so-so, to be honest. That’s not your level, Andrey Sigizmundovich. It neither can be sold profitably, nor it’s suitable for living. Unless you make a renovation, which will cost much more than the apartment itself, considering that this is an architectural monument. But in spite of all this, you were ready to give a lot of money for it. And when the owner refused to sell it, you came up with such an adventure, that comparing to which, the most sophisticated fantasies of my patients fade. So, what for?
Myshevsky. Get to the point, Sergey Yurievich! Why do you beat around the bush like a male spider in front of a female one during mating?
Vykhuholev. Actually, I don't recognize you. I don’t understand you. And this worries me. As a psychiatrist.
