Coronavirus

CHAPTER 1

Spring. 2020.

In the office of the company's DIRECTOR, DIRECTOR Zinoviev Sergey Ivanovich (55) is sitting, together with the MOTHER OF YAROSLAV, Elena Gennadievna Mudraya (38), in a strict suit.

DIRECTOR

Elena Gennadievna, how long have you been working with us as the chief economist?

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

Five years?!

DIRECTOR

Five years… Quite a respectable period and not subject to reduction.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

May I ask, Sergey Ivanovich, but what is the purpose of this?

DIRECTOR

The order from above has come to reduce our office by 10%. You are not included in the reduction. However, we are behind the quarterly planned norms in terms of performance indicators, so you will have to spend even more man-hours for the same salary.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

(Surprised)

Strange, indeed… And this applies to everyone?

DIRECTOR

Nothing strange, just a formal procedure. Our debits and credits didn't match again for the last quarter. Our expenses exceed our gross income.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

I am well aware of that… It's my job, but if it weren't for your constant corporate events with clients, everything would be in order for us…

DIRECTOR

Are you trying to accuse me of this?

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

No… But I ask you to name the reason why I should be the one to pay for this?

DIRECTOR

Don't you know… I think it's obvious. You don't want to continue close relationship with me. As soon as you got your appointment five years ago, that's it, you started to drift away from me.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

But you must have forgotten that I have a husband, and you have a wife.

The DIRECTOR shrugs their shoulders.

DIRECTOR

My decision is final, and only you can change it yourself.

The mother looks at the DIRECTOR in astonishment.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

I believe when I was mistaken about you, you assured me that I was the only one, but it turns out you were saying the same thing to half of the HR and accounting department employees… You are a liar, and I resign.

The mother of Yaroslav stands up and walks towards the door.

DIRECTOR

I want to remind you, Elena Gennadievna, that our company paid for your last education, and according to the contract, you have to work for two more years.

MOTHER OF YAROSLAV

May you die, you blackmailer…

Inside the security post, the CHIEF OF SECURITY is seated, and in front of him stands FATHER OF YAROSLAV, Valeriy Semenovich Mudry (42).

CHIEF OF SECURITY

Listen, Valeriy Semenovich, you have been feeding me your excuses… You fell asleep on duty again, and they stole the wheels off the car.

FATHER OF YAROSLAV

Oh, come on, Petrovich, stop it. I took over the shift, and that car was already without wheels. Your son and I did the rounds together, and he reported each car to me.

The facility manager explodes emotionally and points at the logbook.

CHIEF OF SECURITY

Where is it written? Where in the logbook of the facility handover is this documented? Show me! Or do you think I'm just blindly guessing?

FATHER OF YAROSLAV

Well… it used to be based on trust before… We and the previous shifts, in general, didn't make notes… Look, on the 17th line, there's a cracked window on the jeep?! It's been cracked for ages, do we need to report it constantly? Especially since your son himself said that the owner took off the wheels personally…