A Tricky Game

A Tricky Game
Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova

Angela Moreaux, a charismatic and seductively attractive expert in stock market manipulations, employed by an aluminium magnate, Kazimir Stankevitch, to dismantle his rival, a young billionaire, Dmitry Voronov, is drawn into a puzzling game of secret desires, second agendas and genuine intents that leads her to discover that what she really looks for lies on the other side of the deal.

A Tricky Game

Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova

© Seraphima Nickolaevna Bogomolova, 2018

ISBN 978-5-4490-8473-6

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

FADE IN:

In the light of street lamps, big fluffy snowflakes swirl down, covering ground with a thin layer of snow.

MALE VOICE/DMITRY VORONOV (V.O.)

Before you, silently I sway.

In vain, I feel this agitation,

In vain, I cast a glance your way:

I’m sure that I will never say,

What freely says imagination.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NIGHTCLUB (MOSCOW) – NIGHT

A silver Bentley tears out of the night, WHIZZES along the curb and stops before the club, leaving an imprint of its tires in the new snow.

A stunning woman in her 30s, wearing an evening dress, – ANGELA – steps out of the car.

At the door to the club, a HOSTESS, a crimson-lipped smile attached to her otherwise expressionless face, welcomes Angela in.

INT. NIGHTCLUB (MOSCOW) – NIGHT

The insistent beats of MUSIC slam across the room.

Angela makes her way through the crowd of raving CLUBBERS and dancing STRIPPERS towards an elegant businessman in his late 40s, – KAZIMIR STANKEVITCH.

Seated at the table by the stage, Kazimir draws on his cigar, watching the movements of a STRIPPER#1, wrapping her tanned body around the pole.

Angela approaches Kazimir and extends her hand to him. He grabs it. His lips parted, Kazimir is about to impresses them on her hand, but Angela pulls it away.

KAZIMIR

(grinning)

Are you playing with me?

ANGELA

I think you enjoy being played with.

KAZIMIR

It depends.

ANGELA

On what?

KAZIMIR

On the game.

Angela sits down and lights up a cigarillo. Kazimir fixes his gaze on her rouge lips, encircling the chocolate tip of the cigarillo.

She draws on it, releasing a blow of smoke towards Kazimir.

He turns away and motions at a WAITRESS.

A silver ‘bucket’, filled with bottles of Krug champagne nestled in the crashed ice, is placed on the table.

Kazimir takes a bottle out and pours champagne into the glasses.

KAZIMIR

To our agreement.

ANGELA

As you wish.

KAZIMIR

Do you think it really matters what I wish?

ANGELA

It depends.

KAZIMIR