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