Setting: The living room, turned into a war zone of scattered building blocks and...

Setting: The living room, turned into a war zone of scattered building blocks and toys. Nastya sits on the sofa with dark circles under her eyes, holding a cup of cold coffee. She looks at Ilyara, who is lounging on a beanbag, staring at his phone. Nastya (sighs heavily, quietly): — Ильяр... Слушай, я больше не могу. У меня глаз дергается. Можно я просто посижу в тишине пять минут? Хотя бы пять...