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!