The billionaire's son

Zhirukhin comes to the company with his guard, rise on the elevator, at all the evil face.

Alex:

– Well and where is this skinhead?

Michael:

– So that's why he hates you, it's bad for our business and our friendship, no more jokes, okay?

Zhirukhin goes out of the elevator.

Secretary:

– Hello!

Does not pay attention to the secretary, goes to the office.

Zhirukhin:

– Hello, Misha.

Michael:

– Go, sit down.

Zhirukhin:

– This is your son, maybe we'll talk in private.

Alex:

I don't mind. Me mean it's time to go out, huh? Okei. And you don't need a comb?

Michael:

– Come out, please... please.

Alex:

– Good, good, I'll come out.

Alex puts the horns, teases him from behind, begins to whistle and finally goes out.

Zhirukhin:

– Something is wrong with this boy.

Michael:

– You know I was forced to adopt him when my father died.

Zhirukhin:

– So your late father raised him wrong.

Michael:

– Okay, we forgot everything, let's be closer to the point.

Zhirukhin:

– I need financial support, you own a large conglomerate, and my company specializes in communication technology.

Michael:

– That is, you want me to buy shares of your company.

Zhirukhin:

– You are a big investor, become a parent company. Roughly, take over our company.

Michael:

– Why do I need this? And your investors are ready to sell their shares.

Zhirukhin:

– Of course, I agreed with them.

Michael:

– I will fulfill the request of a friend as it is, and nothing more?

Zhirukhin:

– I appreciate it very much. But I will remain the head of the companies.

Michael:

– And you can tell what your company is doing right now.

Zhirukhin:

– Well, we have a technology company, information technology, as well as state security technology. Our company has developed and owns the Smart City, as well as all its versions, and is responsible for their operation, maintenance and promotion. Thanks to the Smart City, we have border monopoly power over digital information systems across Russia.

Michael:

– Sounds very responsible, but how can I refuse my loyal friend, because we were like brothers since childhood. Especially when I had difficult moments, you always supported me.

Zhirukhin:

– So you agree?

Michael:

– If investors agree, I agree.

Removable Apartment Dimona

Dima sleeps, lies on the bed, calls a smartphone, tries to raise and falls from the bed, raises the tube.

Dimon:

– Yo what's up for business?

Renny:

– Wake up and sing, our video just explodes the inet.

Dimon:

– What video? Aaa... head hurts.

Renny:

– As you don't remember, it was after we hit the pati yesterday.

Dimon:

– What? What other pati?

Renny:

– We must not forget such an event.

Dimon:

– So everything, tell me what happened yesterday? Who arranged?

Renny:

– We fell on the steep pati of the pijon of one rich man, and wanted to spoil it, hidden, on you was the tower of the horse, and on me was the tower of the pig, cool, yes?

Dimon:

– (looks at the horse's head) And what was next? (drink energy)

Renny:

Then you just burned it.

Dimon:

– Flashback, I think I'm starting to remember.

Renny:

– Then we were recognized that we steal money, and had to run away, pretend, right on the horse. And the knights were chased by the police, but their car failed to catch up with our horse, they never knew who we were.

Dimon:

– What... On the horse? Thank God that the police could not recognize our faces. Just don't say you posted it on social media.

Renny:

– Did not hold.

Dimon:

– How many people have seen it?

Renny:

– Let me joke, it got into the inet, but not I laid it out without knowing who, maybe street cameras. We were still shown on the news.

Dimon:

– We thought to spoil the rich mood, but for the people we hashtag two idiots decided to haipanut?

Renny:

– Where are you now?

Dimon:

– In his rented apartment. Wait why on the horse?

Renny:

– Due to the lack of other modes of transport, the joke simply decided to have fun.

Dimon:

– And how did you convince me?

Renny:

– At the party you lost consciousness, so it was not difficult.

Dimon:

– How did I lose consciousness?

Renny:

– Someone started a fight, you hit your head, thus lost consciousness.

Dimon:

– This is not our credo, do not forget who is looking for fun trouble will meet who is looking for a cause wealth will meet.

Renny:

– But at least once in our lives we can have fun. And all the more it ended successfully, we spoiled the party, the police know nothing about us, although we never got wealth.

Dimon:

– Because we weren't looking for a case.

Renny:

– If that, it's me... took you to your rented apartment.

Dimon:

– Thank you! God never punished us. So he gives another chance to Rennie. First and last time, okay?

Renny:

– Well then do not fight more with tailings.

Dimon:

– I wonder who started the fight first?

Renny:

– You did not start it, it was just a provocation, and you pecked.

Dimon:

– Incited means. Well, what am I gonna do with this shoe now? (holds in the hands of)

Renny:

– Leave them to yourself, give them to someone for a birthday.

Dimon:
Birthday? Sure. Oh no.

Rennie:
What happened?

Dima:

– I drop the phone.

Dima:

– How could I forget about it?

Dima:

– Need to buy a gift somewhere.

Dima:

– O Lord, it is good that my face was not visible, but what would you say to her?

Dima's mother's apartment

Dima's mother has a regular one-bedroom apartment. Dima has a gift and flowers in his hands, knocks at the door and his mother opens.

Dima:

– Happy birthday best mom in the world!

Dima's mother immediately closes the door, Dima knocks again, the mother opens again.

Mama:

– My birthday is not today. Where were you yesterday?! I've been waiting for you, and I've called a few times.

Dima:

– Sorry, I... really forgot, here are these flowers to you, and a gift with candies.

Mama:

– My favorites... pass.

Dima goes to the apartment, goes to the kitchen.

Dima:

– You can't tell where I was yesterday, I couldn't get a call, I was worried, could have somehow warned.

Dima:

– I had business, I was busy... I prepared for the exam all night. And…

Mama:

– Dima, you can't lie.

Dima:

– No I'm telling the truth.

Mama:

– You like to cause me mental anguish... some trouble from you.

Dima:

– What did I do?

Mama:

– Where are you currently studying?

Dima:

– At university.

Mama:

– In which?

Dima:

– (thinks)

Mama:

– I say, I do not know anything about you, how I let you go.

Mama:

– Or maybe you work?.

Dima:

– Of course!

Mama:

– Where?

Dima:

– Enough to provide itself financially.

Mama:

– Again riddles. I don't know what to do with you, you have no education or work.

Dima:

– Do not do anything with me. Mama:

– Where do you live?

Dima:

– In a rented apartment.

Mama:

– Why have I never been invited there?

Dima:

– Why?

Mama:

– So you don't need your mom anymore. Dima:

– Of course I need you! But I'm eighteen. I'm a man and I have only men's thoughts.

Mama:

– Well and where is my daughter-in-law?

Dima:

– No, I mean about autonomy and self-sufficiency.

Mama:

– Why are you so different from your other peers? I'm pretty sure you don't have any friends.

Dima:

– I have friends, more precisely a friend.

Mama:

– Who needs such a life position except me?

Mama:

– You lost yourself, confess.

Dima:

– I am not crazy to lose myself.

Mama:

– I drink sedatives every day, it always seems to me that you were born unhappy.

Dima:

– Everything is fine with me, stop worrying, I feel great. Your mental problems will not solve the calming, maybe you should approach a psychotherapist?

Mama:

– My soul will be healed only when you finally become human. Dima:

– But after that you will have hardened nerves.

Mama:

– You need to tell me the whole truth about yourself.

Dima:

– It is better for you not to know.

Mama:

– Why?

Dima:

– You will scold.

Mama:

– It is time for you to act actively, study, work, wife, grandchildren, here is the formula of happiness for you.

Dima:

– These are the standard requirements of almost all parents, I do not want to live like that.

Mama:

– That's why we are unhappy. You'll never be a human being.

Dima:

– I am who I am.

Mama:

– If you are, who are you? Okay, then prove it, let my eyes calm down.

Dima:

– You need money, I have money.

Mama:

– Do you specifically wish me evil?

Dima:

– You urgently need a psychiatrist!

Mama:

– Horror. I am tired of you, in vain to expect from you something good.

Dima:

– I thought we would celebrate my birthday, together you showered me with insults.

Mama:

– I can't stand all this anymore, go away.

Dima:

– How? Already leaving?

Mama:

– And more... you always die and you can't prove anything by business.

Dima:

– Prove by deed, is it to declare to everyone publicly?

Mama:

– Your head does not work, maybe you eat healthy food, but your brain is not healthy. Every time you come to me, you say the same thing. Who are you, an eternal mystery? You'll hide it from your own mother. My hair is gray with your lying words. I live through I don't want, constant internal pressure.

Dima:

– Don't even think about doing this.

Mama:

– Yes, I'm not going, I will live, but for whom, for what, not knowing... I told you, don't get in trouble, don't lag behind life. Stallion get on your feet, please.

Dima:

– You definitely did not drink water today?

Mama:

– A lot of water because you disappointed me.

Dima:

– All I leave, with me quite!

Mama:

(Dima closed the door with a knock)

– Wait, wait... Durdom! (mother cries) It was necessary to send him to the army…

House in the Cottage Town

Alex wakes up, washes, and goes down

Alex:

– What do we have for breakfast?

Michael:

– As usual pancakes.

Alex:

– If honestly I feel sick from these pancakes, maybe just milk with cookies?

Michael:

– Is ready for school?

Alex:

– No! I don't want to go to this new school, I want to go to the old school, there I had real friends, I all there liked, even teachers.

Michael:

– I told you, this is an elite school, all the children of the rich study there. Alex:

– Well and what?

Michael:

– There by the way the girl is trained and you are with him in one class.

Alex:

– What?

Michael:

– As it is.

Alex:

– Say seriously.

Michael:

– You say her name in a dream, a popular bloger on the Internet, you like it.

Alex:

– Pff... Why did you take?

Michael:

– You say her name in a dream.

Alex:

– But maybe a little bit.

Michael:

– By the way today I will take you to school.

Alex:

– Why?

Michael:

– All gather, let's go.

In the Machine

Michael and Alex in the car, drove to school.

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