A small office sofa for visitors, on which, snoring, huddles heavy driver Gennady. Work desks, laptops at which the Manager Yuri and logistician Anton sit impressively, they are interested in a computer game of tanks, play with each other over the network. The noise of gunfire and the roar of engines comes from their computers. Accountant Natalia is engaged in pedicure, throwing her bare foot on her Desk, carefully displays the coating on her nails, while talking on a mobile phone with a friend, holding the phone with her shoulder to her ear. With all this, the working phone tube is torn, but there is no one to take it, everyone is "very busy".
Finally, Natalia can't stand it, glancing at the work phone several times and looking around, then picks up the phone.
NATALIA: (politely to your mobile) snezhinochka, could you wait a second. The phone is ringing under my ear, I can't hear you at all.
He puts down his mobile phone and puts the work phone to his ear.
NATALIA: (sternly, defiantly, boorishly) Yes! What do you want?
He listens to the phone, looks in the direction of the guys who are engaged in the game, turns to the phone.
NATALIA: (sternly, defiantly, boorishly) Yuri can't come to the phone right now, he has it… negotiations!
He listens to the phone, looks in the direction of the guys who are engaged in the game, turns to the phone.
NATALIA: (sternly, defiantly, boorishly) Anton is also busy right now. Do you think we sit around here all day waiting for your call? Avral, that you as a small! Call back in a minute… two hours.
Natalia looks doubtfully at the guys, who only begin to beat their fingers harder on the keyboard, their enthusiasm only increases.
NATALIA: (already moderately, without irritation) Although you know, call back better later in the evening, or even better tomorrow morning. I'll tell them you called, and if they're free, they'll call you back early. Good day.
Natalya hangs up, shakes her head in disapproval, and shouts at the guys.
NATALIA: Yura!
From the scream, the driver shudders on the couch, marking his experience of this gadfly with a particularly loud snore.
One of the guys reluctantly turns to Natalia.
NATALIA: (angrily) Yura, my e-my, I'm an accountant, not a Manager, why do your clients call me all the time, distract from work!
There is an explosive, furious, victorious laugh from Anton, who jumps up from his chair and gestures humiliatingly (preferably decently) at Yuri.
ANTON: (as emotionally as possible) That's it, baby, Yes!!! Ukontrapupil Gavrik. As to drink give otchekryzhil on one-two! On!!!
Yuri looks at his monitor in panic, realizes that he has lost, jumps out of the chair in horror, and starts yelling at Natalia.
YURI: (furiously, accompanying gestures) Natasha, mother peremat, to vymat to perejimati!!! Why are you distracting me at a time like this? I almost made it! And that you! (Brutally, inflating the veins on his neck from straining) Yyyyyyyyyyyyy!
NATALIA: (Yelling at Yuri) you deal with your clients first, then you will fill the Antonin hangar with your ammunition! You don't get any accounting calls, and I'm sick of your clients! Petropavlovsk called again, they still haven't received the cargo!
(turns to Anton, shouting) you, by the way, Antoshenka also concerns!
Anton stops making faces and dancing, which has been busy until now.
ANTON: I mean, Petropavlovsk. We shipped them everything two weeks ago.
NATALIA: (angrily, to Anton) Two weeks ago, this question was already removed a long time ago. They sent a new request, the invoice was issued and paid ten days ago. Have you forgotten?
Natalia looks in the direction of the sleeping driver.
NATALIA: (to the driver) Gennady, did you take the goods to the transport company in Petropavlovsk?
The driver is not responding, sleeping.
