style="font-size:15px;"> Nadya. It’s at the entrance.
Stvolov rises from the table and makes his way towards the phone.
Stvolov. It’s not working.
Nadya. They’ve been palming us off with promises to get us a phone line for three years.
Stvolov. The Rubicon.
Makar. Rumor is they had to send to the bottom a whole ton of Viagra to get Titanic up.
Stvolov. Mistress, two more.
Makar. And a bite to eat!
Stvolov. And a bite to eat.
Nadya produces a decanter of vodka. Polina brings it to the table.
Makar. There was this philosopher who stopped by here.
Stvolov. A philosopher?
Makar. Well, something of the sort. He shared an interesting observation with me, in secret. An idea, let’s say.
Stvolov. An idea?
Makar. The law of life!
Stvolov. So?
Makar. What should a man say to his woman in order to maintain harmony in their relationship? [Casting a sidelong look at Nadya.]
Stvolov. I don’t know.
Makar. It’s a simple phrase, just learn it by heart. It goes like this: «I know what it feels like, my darling.»
Stvolov. Hm…
Makar. And what should a woman say to her man? On any occasion.
Stvolov.???
Makar. «Yes, master!»
Polina. [Bursting into laughter.] Oh, I’m sorry.
Makar. Watch and learn, Polina.
Nadya. Dinner will be ready soon. [She goes to the kitchen.]
Makar. I’ve had my fill with them!
Polina. Here, have a bite, Makar Sergeevich. [She serves them some cold snacks, then goes upstairs.]
Makar. What a bit of good!
Polina. Yes, master. [She leaves.]
Stvolov. That’s a hot little number.
Makar. She fell for me.
Stvolov. That’s bullshit. Can you get a night with her?
Makar. Go and ask her yourself.
Stvolov goes upstairs.
Scene 5
The Rubicon Roadside Inn & Diner.
Nadya. That’s some turnout today…
Makar. And yet our Rubicon’s said to be an armpit. Just look at how many people stay here!
Nadya. The hotel is full.
Makar. All the three rooms?
Pause.
Nadya. This… drinking companion of yours, Stvolov. Demanding a phone, fancy that! What’s the use of it, one may ask?
Makar. The whole thing is just money-losing.
Nadya. I only want to put Katya on her feet. As soon as she graduates, I’ll never set foot in this kennel again. Never!
There is a loud sound of a bunch of dishes hitting the floor and breaking upstairs.
Nadya. What’s going on there? This nasty girl dropped the tray again. I’ll teach her! [Going upstairs and disappearing.]
Makar approaches the cash register, opens the cash till, grabs several banknotes, then closes the till, and steps away from the bar counter. Polina appears in the stairway. She goes downstairs carrying the tray full of broken glass.
Polina. A client smashed a jug to pieces, it’s a hoot! The Gorgon’s gonna make him dip into his pocket.
Pause.
Makar. Is it hard for you here?
Polina. I’m a robust girl.
Makar. Life goes on. Even if we don’t really live.
Polina. Anyway, it’s better than walking the track.
Makar. Walking the track?
Polina. I’ve heard a lot of stuff from my sister.
Makar. But they have a whole new level of earnings.
Polina. Tell these tales to someone else, Makar Sergeevich. I know myself.
Makar glances back and then pulls Polina towards him. Polina breaks loose and, without taking a swing, slaps Makar across his face.
Makar. Oh, please, dolly girl. It’s gonna end up like this anyway, why playing Madame Butterfly?
Polina. Next time I’ll hit you on the head with this tray. It’ll cost you four grand according to our price list.
Makar. Come on, I was just kidding.
Polina. Just kidding. This ain’t my first rodeo.
Pause.
Makar. Do you want to leave this place for good? Come to Moscow with me.
Polina. Moscow?
Makar. I mean it. Say yes.
Polina. For real?
Makar. [Looking over his shoulder at the kitchen door.] I’ll get my share of the hotel stock from Sea Lion and then we can get going!
Polina. Your share? From Sea Lion?
Makar. Easy
