
The courtyard of the embassy. A bonfire burns next to the flagpole without a flag, folders and documents with documents burn in it. Broken computers, furniture and scraps of papers are lying on the ground.
A noise is heard from behind the fence: demonstrators scream.
A man 1. Throws a couple of folders with documents into a fire. A man is suitable 2 and throws a whole box of papers into the fire.
Man 1. Last?
Man 2. Like yes. Heavy reptile.
Man 1. Burning well. (Pause.) No news?
Man 2. Like yes. Full fucked up.
Man 1. The near and distant have already dumped?
Man 2. You know, immediately after the boss. Patriots of hell, fucking. Preparing them for twenty years and yeah.
Man 1. I did not sleep for a long time. He takes me directly.
Man 2. We all did not sleep for a long time. And I hardly fall asleep after all this. Full fucked up.
Man 1. Do you think they told the truth about the president and his daughters?
Man 2. Like yes.
Man 1. And what about it, who fought with corruption. What about him?
Man 2. He was also nailed. Together with his wife. There are also for the company there.
Man 1. How did you say there?
Man 2. Full fucked up.
Man 1. Complete.
After some pause, both men lit a cigarette.
Silently smoke, thinking about their own.
A man appears 3 with a Whatman and tape in his hands. Man 1. And 2. They do not pay much attention to him.
Man 3. Did you burn everything? (Both men are silent.) Good. I printed a new flag, there was only one working printer that could spit A2. (Watman unfolds - a tricolor with other colors is visible.)
Man 1. New flag of course ...
Man 2. ... Full fucked up.
Man 3. Yes, fine. (Finds the flag to the flagpole tape.)
Man 1. And on the other hand, is it white?
Man 3. So the printer is one -sided. I wanted a sheet back there again, so that it is - and from this side it was printed, but the electricity was cut down. (raises the flag.)
Man 1. We give up, mean. The notes and text of the new anthem were not sent?
Man 2. It seems not.
Man 1. Although, who needs it?
A man 3. Once, let's give an old one. (The old anthem whies, but it turns out to be wretched and it spits into the fire.)
Man 1. What will we do next, men?
Man 3. Wait for instructions.
Man 2. And from whom?
Man 3. From these.
Man 1. Do we need it? Everyone has already been dumped. Let their people send their people.
Man 2. We acted on the protocol.
Man 3. Yeah, A country that is no longer.
Man 2. But we did the right thing?
A man 3. Yes, a horseradish will analyze him. These are even worse than those. They immediately put all to the wall.
Heavy pause.
Man 1. I went, men, are you with me?
Man 3. We are the last?
Man 2. Like yes.
Man 1. What to wait for? Do you think these come back? We prepared them, drove them, wiped the ass.
Man 3. Then we are driving up while we can.
All three run away. The flag breaks off, falls into the fire and burns.
A pair of demonstrators runs into the courtyard.
Demonstant 1. Fuck, ah! Climbed! Let's click. (Checks through a smartphone.)
Demonstrator 2. Estimate, I have not been in my homeland for three years! I thought I would never return.
Demonstrant 1. What is it home? (Making a selfie.) I will show the Frendam - they will not believe. We took the embassy!
The demonstrator 2. It seems, they scoop it all.
Demonstant 1. Now we are ambassadors here!
Demonstrators from the streets begin to throw the building of the embassy with Molotov cocktails. It flashes quickly.
Demonstrator 2. Are you shooting?
Demonstrator 1. (Takes off on a smartphone.) Come out how many likes will it collect?
Demonstrator 2. And where are the firefighters?
Demonstrant 1. And in a fig? Let it burn!
Shots are distributed. Demonstrant 1 falls. The demonstrator 2 continues to shoot.
End.
2016