Around five that day after the funeral Fomin walked nervously around his private office on the second floor of the cottage. Previously he cancelled funeral repast, solemn feast after the burial, customary in Russia. He told his comrades that such a feast has an ecclesiastical nature, and therefore alien to the true Communist spirit, and also it was absolutely inappropriate now because it could slacken them on the eve of the great days coming. Every time Fomin approached the window he looked down at the neighboring cottages, at the farther yellowing fields, then turning away and walking back, tousling his hair.
This cottage in the elite suburbia, as they call prestigious high-end settlements in Russia, was his party’s property, and was bought just a month ago with sponsor-bank’s money. However, these last weeks before the elections Fomin lived here, moving here alone from his family’s city apartment. In this cottage, besides him, lived his guests from India. Actually, this house was bought especially to accommodate them with appropriate class and luxury.
Он только что звонил в соседнюю комнату, на этом же втором этаже, но она, услыхав его голос, сразу бросила трубку. Теперь же, походив по кабинету, он снова остановился у окна, и опять набрал ее номер. Когда длинные гудки прекратились, Фомин отчетливо и с расстановкой сказал в трубку:
– Мэрилин, папа обидится. Папа будет плакать. Мы должны ехать с тобой к папе. Сейчас же.
Ten minutes ago Fomin called by phone the adjacent room, but when a girl there heard his voice she immediately hung up. However now, after walking around the office, he stopped at the window and dialed her number again. When long beeps ended Fomin clearly and emphatically said into the phone:
“Marilyn, dear, your Dad will get very upset. Daddy would cry. We should go to him at once, right now, your Dad is already crying!”
Та ответила не сразу, и он успел подумать, что она закинула куда-нибудь со злости свою мобильную трубку, узнав его голос, но все-таки потом услыхал:
– Хорошо, я поеду к папе.
Фомин сразу же набрал номер Мячевой. Та ждала его звонка на нижнем этаже.
– Мэрилин согласна. Зайдите за ней через десять минут, – тихо сказал он.
Because a girl didn’t reply immediately, Fomin guessed that she, having recognized his voice, had thrown in anger her cell phone, but then with a great relief he heard her quiet voice, “Yes, I’ll go to see my daddy.”