: (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.