MARIA ALEKSEEVNA
They say they’re your friends.
Angela looks up at Maria Alekseevna, holds her gaze for a second then shuts her laptop.
ANGELA (CONT’D)
Show them in, please.
INTERCUT
Maria Alekseevna grabs MacBride and Pavel by their arms. MacBride tries to twist his arm out of her grasp.
MACBRIDE
Let me alone, woman!
Tightening her grip, Maria Alekseevna drags MacBride and Pavel along the hallway towards the living room.
MACBRIDE (CONT’D)
Pavel, tell her it’s a mistake!
PAVEL
Take it easy, man.
Maria Alekseevna pushes MacBride and Pavel into —
THE LIVING ROOM
Angela rises from the sofa.
Engulfed in silence, MacBride and Pavel stare at her.
Maria Alekseevna heads into the adjacent room and returns with a bottle of Russian Standard vodka and three goblets. She puts them onto the coffee table by the sofa.
Angela pours vodka into the goblets and hands them to MacBride and Pavel. They hesitate.
ANGELA
Please, MacBride and… I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.
PAVEL
Pavel Nekrassov.
ANGELA
Delighted to meet you, Pavel.
PAVEL
Likewise.
Pavel takes the goblets, passing one to MacBride.
An awkward SILENCE lingers around them.
Angela sits down on the sofa. MacBride and Pavel follow her.
Seated, MacBride and Pavel look down at the floor. Angela looks at them.
ANGELA (CONT’D)
(to MacBride)
What are you doing here?
MACBRIDE
I don’t really know.
ANGELA
What do you mean?
MacBride looks into his goblet.
MACBRIDE (CONT’D)
You see…
Fiddling with the goblet, MacBride glances up at Pavel then at Angela.
MACBRIDE (CONT’D)
Well, I was supposed to meet you at the Ritz, but instead I met an elderly man there.
ANGELA
What elderly man?
MACBRIDE
The rather suave looking bloke. He gave me a note from you.
ANGELA