: (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.