YURI: (to Philip) Good afternoon, comrade Director, what a pleasant surprise. And here we are already missing you. The office is boring, no one knows how to joke like you, everyone is sitting rotten stunted, but the work is really in full swing, here… from Petropavlovsk the order was knocked out for two hundred s …something like that. Snatched it can be said from the hands of competitors.

PHILIP: (to Yuri, sternly) what kind of order Is this? Which they paid for ten days ago?

YURI: (to Philip) Well… (improbably, wagging) they paid, then wanted to refuse, there someone offered them better terms, but in the end, thanks to my assertiveness and eloquence, we did not lose the client. All for the good of the company, Philip Georgievich, we try, we work!

Philip looks at Anton.

ANTON: (to Philip, nodding) yeah. All right. We work like hell.

PHILIP: (to Yuri and Anton) Well, I look, my eyes are so red. As if the day from the monitor did not leave. You at least have a rest sometimes, you can't do that either. There are, after all, regulations. No more than two hours in a row, then a fifteen-minute break. Have a Cup of tea, I've just brought it with me. I got off early, and the negotiations were easy.

Philip goes to the accountant's Desk, puts out sweets and cookies, and notices that Natalia is rummaging under the table.

Philip leans across the table and looks down at the accountant.

PHILIP: (Natalia) Good afternoon, Natalia Viktorovna!

Natalya looks out from under the table, confused.

NATALIA: (playfully) Hello, Philip Georgievich. Well, don't be so formal, Natalia Viktorovna…

PHILIP: (smiling) That's just me, which you can't say in a joke conversation.

All the employees of the office start laughing hard at once. The Director draws attention to the driver, who inadvertently gave himself away with a laugh.

PHILIP: (seriously) I Don't understand. Gennadievich. What are you doing here? Are you the driver or where? You've got a delivery schedule that's two weeks in advance, and everyone's pushing the deadline, and you're just hanging out here…

GENNADIEVICH: (stammering) Yes… Yes, I literally stabilizability to drink went. All in deliveries, working hard, and no honor! Why are you so quick, Philip Georgievich?

PHILIP: (to Gennadievich) does it mean to drink some Water? And why is the muzzle all swollen out and crumpled? Not from a dream?

Gennadievich makes a humble face, lowers his hands, lowers his head in agony.

GENNADIEVICH: (pitifully) I'm Plump with hunger, Philip Georgievich, I didn't want to say, but since you asked. My salary is not so great, as you know, utilities are getting more expensive. I'm not eating enough… result on the face. And dented – so it was in the transport company in the queue brawl was. I have a lot of cargo, so one of them in the queue lost his nerve. They dented me a little. I suffer, I don't regret my stomach, Philip Georgievich, but you treat me like this… like me… I'm ashamed to say it…

Colleagues shut their mouths, trying to cover themselves in every possible way and not give away their laughter from the skilful twisting of the driver out of the situation. And yet the laughter sometimes slips from colleagues.

PHILIP: (to everyone, apologetically) well, what's so funny? The man over there didn't get hurt for anything. Here's a bonus for you, Gennadievich (takes a wad of money out of his pocket, counts it out, gives the driver a nice pile of cash) you're doing a good job, I'm sorry if I said something wrong.

Gennady as if reluctantly, shy, accepts the money.

GENNADIEVICH: (plaintively, to the Director) I will go, perhaps, there is still a lot to do.

PHILIP: (to the driver) Can we have a Cup of tea? You won't get enough of water. And so you see… swell…

GENNADIEVICH: Thank you, Philip Georgievich, I'll have something to eat on the way, there's money now (shows everyone the bonuses received, colleagues look at the driver with indignation). I won't waste any time. We are all considered to be one family, we work in the same pot, if someone gives us a slack, we will all feel a drawdown.

Philip is moved, wipes a tear from his eye, hugs the driver, and pats him on the shoulder.

PHILIP: (to the driver) Come on, Gennady, take care of yourself. We need you and your family… Don't worry too much about it.

Gennadievich gives the Director a friendly and respectful nod and leaves the office with a grimace of a modest hero.

PHILIP: (to all the rest, cheerfully, positively) Well…, for a Cup of tea?

Plays loud positive music (recommended by Passion Fruit "The Ring Ding Dong Song").