I love Anna. I always did, since I first met her. I realized it yesterday.
Frolov. For goodness’ sake, old chap … [Pause.] Thanks for being honest. [He takes a Hennessy XO bottle and fills the glasses.] A month ago I proposed to Anna. And this morning she said yes. The wedding’s in September.
Frolov’s mobile phone rings.
Frolov. Speaking, go ahead. Yes, I am her lawyer. Come again? I can’t hear you, say that again! Alright. I’ll be there in thirty minutes, allowing for traffic delays. [He ends the call. Pause.]
Frolov. Sergey. Marina got into a car accident. Her car collided with a truck. She’s now in the emergency ward of the regional hospital.
Sergey. Holy crap!
Sergey and Frolov leave hurriedly.
Scene 8
One year later. July. Evening.
Frolov and Co. Law Office.
Marina and Frolov come in through a side door. Marina adjusts her clothes. A few buttons on Frolov’s shirt are undone.
Marina. I’ll do a new painting for your library. And we should get a comfier sofa.
Frolov gets a bottle of cold champagne and fills the glasses.
Frolov. What painting? Are you talking about Anna’s portrait?
Marina. Oh no. That painting is gonna stay right there. I want her to watch.
Frolov. Here’s to you. To your second birthday.
Marina. To us. I am grateful to you, Igor, for being by my side. I would never get out of this hell without you.
Frolov. We must thank the doctors. They put you back to your feet.
They drink champagne. Marina kisses Frolov.
Marina. Pour me some more.
Frolov. [Filling the glasses.] We’re gonna get chubby!
Marina. Are you kidding?!
Frolov. To our success.
Marina. We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don’t. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don’t!
They drink
Frolov. Speaking of… Your husband… Are you sure you want to go all the way?
Marina. I’ll bury him. And you will help me do it.
Frolov. I admire your ability to defend your interests. As for Sergey… He never learns from his experience.
Marina. I want this drunkard to drop dead!
Frolov. There, there, my love. You are going to take away everything he has, turn him into the street. Isn’t it enough?
Marina. I don’t know what «enough» means! Take what you can. Give nothing back. That’s a rule of thumb. When are you filing for divorce?
Frolov. It’s out of the question.