The work office phone is broken, but there is no one to pick up the phone, everyone is again "very busy".

Anton defiantly presses a button on his laptop, leans back in his chair, stretches, yawns.

ANTON: (To Yuri) eh… let's take a break. Let's get some tea or something. (Natalia, loudly) Natasha do you have any more candy in there?

NATALIA: (distracting from the conversation, "through the teeth») Yes, but not about your honor.

The accountant continues to go about his business, conversation, candy, manicure.

Anton and Yuri get up, smiling sweetly. They take their mugs, throw in a tea bag, go to the cooler, take water, stirring with spoons, clink mugs, going to Natalia's table. They look at me almost hypnotically. Very intently, but with a touch of irony. Begin to mix the tea more diligently, the ringing of spoons in mugs increases.

Natalia winces and writhes, but doesn't give up.

The phone continues to ring on the accountant's Desk with small interruptions to re-dial the number.

Yuri picks up the phone and answers it himself.

YURI: Hello, am I listening? That's right. Who is needed? (He looks at Natalya with his lip stuck out) On what issue? (Outstretched) Oh, from naloooooogovoy…

Natalia throws the phone of her personal phone to the side, gestures to indicate that she is not there, so that the Manager does not give her the phone.

Yuri understands everything, shows his colleague the " Ok " gesture.

YURI: (into the phone) You know, she literally just left with the reports, I think, to redirect you. (Listening to the phone) Oh, that's what you're talking about? Well, that means everything is in order, soon all the documents will be in place. (He listens to the phone) Yes, Yes, of course I understand. We just have so much work to do, Natalia Viktorovna comes before everyone else and leaves later than everyone else, all in reports, in documents. Still on it, does not have time, but she tries very hard, believe me.

Yuri hangs up the phone with a dissatisfied face.

YURI: (to Natalia) She didn't seem to believe me… and hung up. In General, the report is required quarterly…

NATALIA: Yes, I understand already. Pancake… Okay, I'll do it… in a week.

The guys continue to tap their spoons inside their mugs, and look at the accountant pleadingly.

NATALIA: All right, all right, take it. (Hands a box of chocolates to the boys) I'm already full anyway.

Natalia picks up her mobile phone.

NATALIA: (into the phone) Hello, Snezan? Are you still here?" Yes distracted again, the tax brakes. No,no, it's all right, tell me. (Loudly, violently) Here's a dog…

At this cry, a sleepy Gennadievich turns around, looking questioningly at Natalia. He looks at the guys eating candy, and the driver's face changes to a disapproving expression.

GENNADIEVICH: uh,uh, guys, what are you doing?.. are you eating candy?

He rises from the sofa, grunting.

GENNADIEVICH: It's not Christian. What about corporate ethics, male solidarity. Have you seen my mug?

Natalia pulls out a driver's Cup from somewhere and raises it above her head, not looking up from the conversation.

GENNADIEVICH: OH, thank you.

The driver takes water from the cooler, staggers sleepily to the guys, takes a candy from the box, puts it in his mouth.

Plays loud rhythmic music of a panicked nature (recommended Intro to "Hymn of the jester»)

All employees of the office get scared, drop all their business, rush in all directions.

Natalia throws the phone away, quickly removes all the manicure accessories from the table, and runs somewhere to get the documents.

The driver, choking on a candy, coughs, chokes, Yuri slaps him on the back, Anton runs to his and Yuri's computers. Something there tries to do faster, close, quickly creates a working environment.

Philip enters the office looking pleased, in a formal suit, mobile phone in hand. In the other hand is a work bag. He presses the phone button, and the music stops abruptly.

Philip puts the phone to his ear.

PHILIPP: (into the phone, fervently, cheerfully) I'm listening? Yes I. Transferred? Great. All right, I'll move it.

Puts down the phone, looks at the employees "choosing a victim".

The driver finally clears his throat, and Yuri stops slapping him on the back.

Natalia, with documents in her hands, approaching her Desk, casually notices the Manager.

NATALIA: (sycophant) Oh, Philip Georgievich, Hello. You are so happy today, you look so good, you look so much younger and refreshed. How do you do it?

NATALIA'S voice in the recording: (offended) You came here, you brute, after all. Never lets you talk to your friend properly. I hope he didn't show up for long.

PHILIPP: (with a twofold smile) Thank you, Natasha, you are so kind. I had a good rest in nature yesterday, gained strength, shook my brain so to speak, well, that's the result on the face. (With a trick) How are you doing? You can be calm about the accounting direction?

NATALIA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (mockingly) Of course you can… true, maybe someone will be put in jail for fraud and double accounting, I messed up a little in the documents there, well, like a little… for six years so strict.

NATALIA: (fawning) Philip Georgievich, what a conversation, you know me! I stand day and night at the post of our financial well-being. I can say that I protect the interests of the company with my chest (protrudes my chest forward). (As if by accident) If only someone would give me a bonus for such efforts… for my zeal for my self-denial… Ah… I would put it bluntly… absolutely not upset… PHILIP

: (viciously, softly, turning away from the audience) I'll give you a bonus, I'll give you a bonus for six years of strict Protocol.

He turns to the accountant and tries to be polite.

PHILIPP: (with a twofold smile) Let's discuss it, Natalia Viktorovna.

Natalia sits down at the table, with a satisfied smile anticipating a solid bonus, lays out the documents.

NATALIA'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (mockingly) I'll roll this Murlo out for more money. I have enough for Paris and Italy. I was a little modest last month when I debited funds past the cash register. But never mind, I'll catch up this month. I'll have half a year's work under me, and then I'll have enough to live on, and the ends will be in the water.

Philip hears all this, his face confirms it, his eyes fill with rage, his fists clench, his veins swell.

The driver, catching his breath, leans on Yuri's Desk, tries to sneak away under the noise, Yuri takes his workplace, simulates complete immersion in the labor process.

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) So, valim – valim, on the quiet…

PHILIP: (loudly, violently, to the driver) Stop!

The driver freezes in place.

PHILIP: Gennadievich…, my dear. How is your health? How are you feeling?

The driver turns and tries to make a pained face.

GENNADIEVICH: (pitifully) Yes…

the DRIVER's voice in THE recording: (unruly) Like you on....to globocice I do not.

GENNADIEVICH: (compassionate) Nothing, Philip Georgievich, nothing. Creaking slowly. Your prayer.

PHILIPP: Why is your face swollen again? I gave you a bonus, didn't I? Are you still starving?

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) I'll tell you what's on your tongue, right now… from hunger. It will always come when you didn't expect it. At least once I got a good night's sleep. And I would buy a normal sofa, zhmotyara, on this while you sleep, you will bend to the death, then you will not straighten up. What goes here, still does nothing at work, except to create importance. These Directors in General, in all conscience, decent shit in essence, and ours is no exception. No one thinks about employees… nobody!

GENNADIEVICH: (compassionate) I'm Sorry, Philip Georgievich. Indeed, I still save on food. I have a lot of debts accumulated, I gave out a bonus, I didn't leave anything for myself. But I'm not complaining, everything is fine, I'll manage, don't worry.

DRIVER'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: (unruly) Oh, I didn't say a damn thing, I liked it myself. No, I'm still talented. I'm doing the wrong thing, I feel like I need to steal big, and here I am… then a ten, then a twenty of gasoline with salt… all these little things… fifty liters a week, well, do not respect yourself. It's all wrong… scale is needed, scale! I'm just wasting my talent. Oh… what an actor is dying in me… And this.... this is it… the Director can't even buy a normal sofa.

PHILIPP: (With contempt) How can I not worry, my dear man, when such a person dies in you?.. such an honest, pure in thought and deed, sincere, sensitive person. A good man, the pride of our company!

The driver is embarrassed, stands up in a timid pose, shyly, modestly runs the toe of one foot on the floor, as if embarrassed, showing extreme timidity.

PHILIPP: (to the audience, as if to himself) And the actor is really talented. Notable plays, parasite. That means fifty liters a week… and a comfortable couch to sleep on… well,well…

GENNADIEVICH: (very located, welcoming) I will go, Philip Georgievich, there are a lot of deliveries for today, I need to do everything in time, I don't want to inadvertently disgrace the company's image.

PHILIP: Okay, go with God… the

Driver leaves, the Director looks reproachfully at his back, thinks about how to live with this further and what to do in General.

Suddenly, the Director's face changes, he hears the next lines in his head.

ANTON's voice in the recording: Sooooo, it's going to get to us.

Philip turns his gaze to Anton.

ANTON'S VOICE in the recording: Watching. Now it's getting to something anyway. So, we pretend to work. Work… Work.

The VOICE of YURI IN writing: Anton, damn, you should at least I was knocked out. I've just turned everything off in a hurry, and you're still online, so we'll sleep for a day or two… Yeah, man, I really fucked you today. And all because you have no strategy. Tactics are weak, and in General, you are a so-so opponent, what is there, more than a fee. All the same, logistics is not really engaged, even if I trained at work once again than with women with their own on Dating sites to hang out.

Philip, understanding the true situation, nods his head sadly, biting off his lower lip. He goes to Yuri, who is sitting with his back to him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Yuri jumps a little in surprise on the spot.

PHILIPP: (trying to hide his indignation) How's our sales Department doing, Yura?

YURI: Philip Georgievich, I'm sorry, I was working quite hard, and I didn't notice how you approached… Sales are going… going, everything is good. (Unconvincingly) I'm just developing a new region. We swim very shallow, Philip Georgievich, don't you think? Yes, the city, below us, the nearest regions, this is all fine, but there are still a lot of undeveloped territories. It's all about the customers, money, development…

PHILIP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) NDA…

PHILIP's voice is smooth.: (To Yuri) Well,well… so, how's your progress in developing new territories?

YURI: (important) Well, Philip Georgievich, we are working! Immediately… you know, the process is not fast. While you're fishing, while they're discussing everything, while they're making faces. At the prices of the swing again, no one shies away from today. In General, I fight for the common cause, I hammer the regions, I push…

PHILIP: (playfully, loudly, to the audience) Pretty boy! What a man! This is a fighter. Shark of business!!! You're the king of the world, boy! As if…

Philip swings his fist until no one can see, aims at Yuri's head, but manages to control himself, and when Yuri turns his gaze to the Director, he hugs him with his arm raised above his head.

PHILIPP: (thoughtfully, sarcastically) Yes… This is a team, this is what I understand, strength! Power!

Philip is coming to Anton. Anton looks at the Director with the most honest and loyal eyes ever.

ANTON: (indulging) Philip Georgievich, everything is fine with logistics. There are no complaints, we deliver everything on time, and sometimes even exceed expectations. Within the organization, the supply issue is also resolved efficiently and on time. We work only with proven transport companies, local carriers and attract only legal entities during the seasonal period, so that there is someone to ask in case of anything, however, there have been no incidents about this yet, and I hope they will not happen in the future. The entire logistics system operates under my strict guidance. We are working hard, Philip Georgievich!

PHILIPP: (to the viewer, as if to himself) Prepared… Okay… live for now… therefore, not all so tragic as it seems at first glance…

Philip Anton nods, moving away from his Desk, stops, hearing the thoughts of Anton in the back.

Anton leans back in his chair with a satisfied grin looking at the back of the departing Director.

ANTON'S VOICE IN THE RECORDING: What a fool. He doesn't know who works for whom in this organization. I love these suckers. (Philosophically) Ah… Life would be boring without fools! Thank you, God, for sending such an idiot on my beautiful path. Go, go, (mockingly) Filippok, live in your happy ignorance.

Philip turns abruptly to Anton, his arms outstretched in a belligerent attitude, lightning flashing on his face.

Anton suddenly leans back in his chair, his face showing genuine fear.

The Director pulls himself together and, coming out of the position and pose, snaps his fingers and points his index fingers at Anton.

PHILIPP: (Anton) Pretty boy!

Philip drops his hands and looks at his working colleagues in resignation, realizing that they are really slackers, deceivers, and hypocrites. He leaves with a wave of his hand.

NATALIA: (to the guys) It's not like that today… strange…

Anton drains back in his chair, recovering from the shock.

ANTON: Yeah… does the head have weakened our leader…

YURI: Man, he scares me with his behavior. No matter what happens…

Plays a growing mysterious cheerful music (recommended Linkin Park "Faint" – Intro)

(It is desirable to "shake" the viewer with a loud pulsating rhythm, by this time he is already tired).

Employees of the company sigh with relief, Natalia waves the report in front of her face, blowing herself, Anton shakes his head, leaning back in the chair with his feet on the table. Yuri scratches the back of his head and taps his fingers on the tabletop in thought.

Music plays as loud as possible.

The light gradually begins to fade.

The end of the scene ends with a rapid fading of the music volume.

ZTM.

MISTRESS'S APARTMENT

Yulechka lies in her crib, moaning and basking, gets to the edge of the bed, tries to get up. But her legs are shaking feverishly, and there are obvious problems with her balance.

YULECHKA: (staggering) Oooh, no-no-no… not now, but later.

Lies back down, enjoys the state. She holds out her pen, picks up the phone next to her, and calls her friend.

JULIA: (enough, stretching like a cat) Hello, girlfriend. How is it? (Listening to the phone) Yes? What's just like that? (Listens) Hmm… And I'm just fine… (Listens) Well, Yes, I was… (smiles tenderly, nostalgically, on a languid exhalation) I just left. (He listens, changes face, indignantly) Yes, what Philip, no, I'm not telling you about him. I had Vasily, Vasily. What did you forget? No, not this one. I've only met him a couple of times, and that was it… I remembered, too… it must have been three days, maybe four. (He listens to the phone) Oh, no, not that one. The one you're thinking of, he can barely fit under the bed. In General, an inconvenient lover, not practical, I would say! I won't meet him again… (hesitantly) probably. But this one isn't, this one is smaller, but it's more solid and hardy. How would you like to do that?.. In a word, I went to the root, you know…

Yulechka smiles intricately.

YULECHKA: (into the phone, proudly) This, girlfriend, musiiiiic! Yes… I'd go to hell for that… Why didn't you go? So because he earns little. What are we going to do with his salary in this fire and water? (He listens to the phone) No, it's like that, but it's like that, you know… not exactly like that. Something like that. Did you explain it clearly?

Yulechka stretches her lips in a smile, makes a face in the style of "CE La vie»

YULECHKA: (into the phone) What about Philip? Everything is fine with Philip. I milk it like a pretty unmarried girl should. While the feeder is working, we will meet. (Listens to the phone, indignantly) Come on, noooo. I don't give a shit about him. Not my passenger at all. (Listens to the phone, indignantly) Listen! Don't spoil my mood, huh? It was so good… Philippa's got something on her mind. (Gently, in anticipation) Let me tell you about Vasily!

The doorbell rings.

Plays loud rhythmic music of a panicked nature (recommended Intro to "Hymn of the jester»)

JULIA: (anxiously) Another time I'll tell you, sorry, business!