Scene 2
The stage setting is the same.
Sea Lion and Agap enter. Sea Lion is dressed in a sailor’s striped shirt. He is carrying a leather travel bag.
Agap. Fuck…
Sea Lion. What?
Agap. I got soaked to the bone and almost froze to death.
Sea Lion. It’s because you are a wuss.
Agap. I’m frozen stiff because of this wind.
Sea Lion. So, warm yourself, knucklehead. Maybe then you’ll hurry up your ass.
Nadya. [Aside.] Speak of the devil.
Makar. Agap! The street lamp isn’t working again. Go and fix it!
Agap. Suck my dick, will you?
Makar. Sure. If I can find it.
Sea Lion. [To Agap.] First feed the cattle. Then move the jeep to the pit, the U-joint’s clunking. [Handing his car keys over to Agap.]
Makar. So, goodbye, poor little bear…
Agap leaves
Nadya. Hello, Oleg. How did it go?
Sea Lion. [Looking at Agap.] The priest has gone away – the devils in the churchyard play. [To Nadya.] How many guests are here today?
Nadya. The place is chock-full.
Sea Lion. Where’s Polina?
Nadya. I’ve sent her upstairs to do some cleaning.
Sea Lion. Send her in.
Sea Lion unlocks the door of his study with a key and disappears inside.
Scene 3
Sea Lion’s study.
Sea Lion is seated at his desk. There is a knock at the door. Polina enters carrying a tray. She puts a jug of water on the table.
Sea Lion. Sit down. I’ll pay you up.
Polina. Alright, Oleg Sergeevich.
Sea Lion. You need money, don’t you? And yet you’re pussy-footing around it, not bringing the subject up.
Polina. I do. You promised to pay me.
Pause.
Sea Lion. We agreed on twenty five grand a month.
Polina. It was thirty grand.
Sea Lion. No. Twenty five. It’s written down right here. I always pay twenty five thousand to the help. You’ve been working here for two months.
Polina. Two months and seven days.
Sea Lion. Exactly 2 months. You don’t get paid for the probation week.
Polina. Alright.
Sea Lion. Fifty grand in total… Minus eight Sundays off. Meaning out with seven grand.
Last month, the road was blocked for three days. We had no guests, so you didn’t have any work. Minus two and a half.
Polina. But I cleaned and scrubbed the whole hotel and brought a ton of wood…
Sea Lion. And who made lunch for you back then – Pushkin?
Polina. I had even strained my back and spent two days in bed with a fever afterwards.
Sea Lion. Here we are, minus one and a half. Thirty nine grand in total.