Cherry Garden (play)

Cabinet of Prime Minister of the Russian Federation. The situation is quite ordinary, except for the fact that not cabinet chairs are placed around the table, but country -woven chairs. At the head of the table, Putin sits with a very gloomy expression on his face. Behind him on the wall in a luxurious gilded frame hangs a portrait of Medvedev with a mustache drawn by a felt -tip pen. There is a knock on the door.

Putin (in a harsh voice) . Not locked!

Surkov squeezes into the office and remains standing near the door. He is surprised to look at the country furniture.

Putin. Well!?

Surkov (trembling voice) . What?

Putin. Live!

Surkov (tongue twister) . We lived, Vladimir Vladimirovich, and thank God. And they could ...

Putin. Shut up!

Surkov chokes, falls silent and, bulging his eyes, looks at Putin.

Putin (ominous) . And how do you, Glory, my new furniture?

Surkov smiles crookedly.

- Cool. Only, it seems to me, a little in color ...

Putin (quite ominous) . Glory to you, it seems that a little color ...? And what else for you, Glory, it seems?

Surkov chokes, his voice is barely audible .

- And where, Vladimir Vladimirovich, your cabinet furniture? Old?

Putin stands up and hangs over the table.

“Are you interested, Glory, where is my cabinet furniture?” I’ll tell you, Glory, where she ... took her by the bank of Scotland for Deripas's debts. And this Kozhin brought this from the cottage. Another, he says, no ...

Surkov sighs heavily.

- International financial crisis that originates ...

Putin. Now in the face of the ladies.

Surkov chokes and falls silent.

Putin sits in place.

- You explain this to me ...

Surkov . What?

Putin. What did you tell me all these years?

Surkov . What?

Putin . You convinced me that we had everything unreliable, artificial and fake. All these, as you say, are “institutions of civil society” ... Parties there, parliament, government, public chambers, national projects ... You said that it is easy to manage the label country ...

Surkov. So, a clear thing ... just imagine, if, say, Gryzlov was real ...

Putin . Well, understandable, it’s clear ... And now, a dear friend, explain to me, please, if we have everything artificial, fake and fake (Putin again gets old and hangs over the table) , then why, your mother, we have a real crisis, and!? That is why my real grandmothers scorch!? You see, damn it, the most real currency?!

Surkov (in a whisper) . So, probably because your money turned out to be the only real thing in modern Russia ...

Putin. That is, when they end ...

Surkov is finely baptized.

- Holy, holy, what are you saying?

Putin . Shut up! That is, when they end, is that the scenery will remain here?! One zilch!?

Surkov . This is unlikely ... as you put it, the "zilch" will also be taken away ... for the debts of Deripas ...

Putin. Went out !!!

Surkov instantly disappears from the office.

Putin, without blinking, looks at one point for a long time.

-Here, after all, the infection ... I just relaxed a little, came to taste, and on you ... It's all, of course, because of the oil ... the Americans are bitch ... and nothing is sorry, nothing ... But the money is sorry ... And even the Kremlin’s ate ... I had to forbid Kozhin to saw them ... although now ... I have been giving up here ... I’ll go to the berlisco, in the rome ...