Swinging Tragedy

© Andrey Ganesha, 2020

ISBN 978-5-4498-1830-0

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Swinging Tragedy (script)

Scene one – late working meeting, somewhere around midnight. The scene is laid in an assembly hall.

There are eight men and women sitting in business suits; their faces are dull. Chief Oleg Anatolievich Zolkin – a big stodgy 50-year old man of some 120 kg – is delivering a speech.

Zolkin addressing one of the attendees

– You are a moron and a total failure. All of you together don’t even have five percent of the knowledge I have. I have made my fortune myself; I worked as an auditor at night and I performed at karate competitions after my military service. As a lawyer, I defended our ministers in France. I am now doing some programming for the American NASA, and you are not capable of anything, you, idlers. Let’s take you, Andrey, what will you tell us today about tax risks?

Andrey

– I think it’s dangerous to trade through Molokotorg without paying taxes as our production volumes no longer meet the unified agricultural tax criteria.

Zolkin

– Idiot, you know nothing about the Tax Code, your knowledge is worthless, we won’t pay your wages.

Andrey

– I am sick and tired of sitting here from dawn to dusk and getting nothing for my work apart from curses. I want to leave your company.

Zolkin, red with anger

– What do you mean, to leave?! I once killed a doctor who did not want to operate on my father; I simply put a scalpel to his throat and slit it open. Do you know what I’m gonna do to you?!

Zolkin runs up to Andrey and tries to deal him a blow. Andrey turns away and runs towards the door. Zolkin runs after him. Andrey tries to open the door, but it won’t open. Realizing that Zolkin is about to reach him, Andrey turns back to face him and deals him two boxing blows on the jaw with his left arm ready to add another blow with his right arm. Here, the door opens and Andrey’s colleague – Konstantin – walks in and howls: «Andrey».

Andrey gets scared by the shout; his right arm hangs in the air for a second. Zolkin makes use of this confusion; he hits the jaw with his right arm and follows it with a low blow. Andrey runs a few steps away from the door and takes the boxing stance.

Zolkin walking straight towards Andrey

– Take this!

Andrey

– Suck on it!

And he deals Zolkin a boxing «postie’ blow on the chin, two blows with his left arm and a finisher with his right arm. However strong Zolkin is, the last blow slows him down.

Zolkin steps back and stops. His initial attack is bogged down. He begins to hit isolated direct blows with his right and left arms, but he is not getting anywhere, so he begins to deal side blows aiming at Andrey’s temple, but these fail as well. Andrey puts his elbows to override Zolkin’s side blows.

Angry Zolkin begins to quickly kick Andrey’s legs. Andrey does the same, but then he quickly changes his mind and steps back.

Andrey

– Shit, is there is anything else you want from me other than killing me? You broke my jaw there, by the door.

Zolkin

– I will hand you in to the police, pay them fifty thousand and they’ll be kicking your ass all night long. I’ll hand you in to the Chechens. FSB will bring you to my mansion in Zhukovka. I can deal with a knife like a butcher, I will cut you into pieces. You don’t know who I am, I’ll kill you and raze you to the ground right here and I won’t ever think about you again.

Zolkin walks towards Andrey again, Andrey steps back. Zolkin begins to calm down.

Zolkin

– All right, I want you to come tomorrow and learn your lesson well. Don’t bother going to the police, I don’t give a fuck about all those policemen and prosecutors.

Andrey goes to the hospital.

Doctor, examining an X-ray

– Yes, the right ridge of your jaw is broken. I am obliged to recommend you a splintage for a month. You’ll have to stay with your mouth stitched up for a month. It’s not necessary in your case though. It will heal by itself. Do you want to be admitted to hospital?

Andrey

– Well, since it’s not necessary, I guess I won’t.

Andrey goes home to his apartment where his girlfriend Vika meets him.

Andrey

– I got my jaw broken at work.

Vika

– Poor thing, now what? What are you gonna do now?

Andrey

– Nothing, I’ll get some rest. Let’s go to a swing club tomorrow. We wanted to have fun for a long time, now we’ll have plenty of time.

Big Moscow swing club «Adam & Eve’. «Why not’ plate at the entrance.

Andrey and Vika are at the entrance of the club.

Andrey tells Vika

Indeed, why not?

Andrey calls the bell, a security guard wearing a black suit opens the door.

Security guy

– Signed in?

Andrey

– Yes, we are number sixteen.

Security guy

– Andrey and Vika

Andrey

– Right.

Security guy

– Anything illegal on you?

Andrey with an incisive smile

– No, how about you?

The security guy inspects Andrey, goes through Vika’s body and sends them to the pay office.

 
Cashier
– Is this your first time here?
 

Andrey

– Not really, we’ve been here a couple of times.

Cashier

– So, you know the rules; our guests chill out in their underwear. Get slippers and sheets at the cloakroom, hand in your valuables there as well. It’ll be one thousand rubles.

Andrey

– All right, there you go, – he fishes a thousand rubles out of his wallet and gives it to the cashier.

Andrey and Vika strip down to their underwear and take the staircase to the club’s second floor. The staircase is decorated with sexy pictures. Andrey and Vika walk into a half-dark hall on the club’s second floor with half-naked people sitting at the tables and drinking champagne.

At the hall’s entrance, there is a bar with light free snacks served: olives, chocolates and tea.

Andrey pours himself some tea, while Vika orders a mojito from a waitress in sexy clothes. There is music all around, the lighting in the hall is subdued. Half-naked ladies wearing sluttish clothes make Andrey dizzy. DJ plays trendy records, the loud sound fills up the space. Easy harlotry is in the air: TV shows porn, in the center of the hall, there are three shameless girls petting each other’s pussies surrounded by the guys who have their eyes glued on this improvised show.

Of course, the girls play it a little to the audience, to the men surrounding them and feasting their eyes on this erotic show.

Closer to the midnight, two strippers appear; they stroke visitors every now and then or draw someone onto the stage. They are followed by a black male stripper with his hot performance. He goes round the girls in the hall and picks up his victim. He brings the lucky one onto the stage, caresses her thighs and lets her stroke his ass. Sometimes he threatens to show his dick, but he never does. After the striptease, the music subsides and Ruslan, a beat-up host of swing parties, walks into the room rocking happily.