Hero of the week. Oleg Poptsov

The scene depicts Vladimir Putin's Kremlin office. He bent over the map of domestic television broadcasting. All around, my comrades are breathing unevenly.

The cleaning of the TV space has been successfully completed - just in time for the New Year

The scene depicts Vladimir Putin's Kremlin office. He bent over the map of domestic television broadcasting. All around, my comrades are breathing unevenly.

PUTIN (looking at the map):
How the Roman cleansed out the Jews,
So I cleared the airwaves over Moscow.
Dobrodeev remained from NTV,
But he has long been his own spirit.
Who are you, Malashenko, digging a hole for?
There, in London, cursing arbitrariness?
Shenderovich went on the radio,
Kiselev even went to the newspaper;
I cleared the media arena
For seasoned, proper fighters!
Who else? Lesnevskaya Irena,
Romanov... But there is also Poptsov!
It's not like it gets on my nerves,
Doesn't want to sort things out
And the democrat is still one of those, from the first,
From the quiet ones, so to speak...
But it needs to be removed.
SURKOV:
Let me put in a word for him.
PUTIN:
Well, speak up.
You are a great bookworm.
SURKOV:
It's not allowed. He is Luzhkov's man.
PUTIN:
Here's the news!
And Luzhkov, excuse me, whose?
Don't blow this issue out of proportion.
Am I the host or not at my feast?
I removed Shantsev, removed Boos,
If I feel like it, I’ll take Yura away!
SURKOV:
Let me just say a word.
Of course he doesn't speak much
But he didn't do anything like that...
PUTIN:
But we must do it! Here is the result.
I still don’t touch the relics,
Those who know how to make a loud bang:
Venediktov walks free,
Irteniev is alive, Albats is publishing...

SURKOV:
I don't want to say that he's all in white...
Of course, he is weak in terms of rebellion,
But I did something in the last month.
He quietly hinted that you were a satrap.
His face twisted sadly,
He hung his jacket on a chair,
He named the jacket after you, sat down opposite...
PUTIN (with interest):
Well, yes, I sat down. And what?
SURKOV:
And he hinted!
Let's do it for New Year's Eve
Let's not let go of our harsh paws!
After all, if you fire him today,
It's really like you're going to...
(whispers) satrap!
PUTIN (firmly):
Send him a broken trough.
It's funny to pretend, after all.
If only he had said everything openly!
And so... You are fired, Poptsov!

(Takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of the chair.)