Myshevsky. That's what I praise you for! For your foresight.
Olga. And it was also me, who gave the answer of Hermes Trismegistus to the professor during the session. Word by word. All as you told me!
Myshevsky. And that's right.
Olga. Then why do you accuse me of violating the agreement then?
Myshevsky. Haven’t you forgotten anything, girl? When I found you and offered to work for me, I immediately warned you that the matter was really serious. However, I offered a lot in return. The Iguazu Falls.
Olga. Yes, you promised that. Will you keep your word?
Myshevsky. Of course. When the job is done.
Olga. But I thought…
Myshevsky. I am to think here. The others just do. Precisely and with no questions. Everyone but you.
Olga. What have I done wrong?
Myshevsky. You’ve done a little bit more than what I ordered. And this "little bit" can destroy my whole plan.
Olga. I don’t understand what you are talking about!
Myshevsky. I ordered you to seduce the professor. But not to play love with his son. It was too much.
Olga. But I thought it would be better!
Myshevsky. You see, just one tender word that this boy would say in front of everyone … Just one loving glance that he would not be able to hide … And my whole brilliant plan would go to hell! The father, in accordance with the law of nature, would yield you to him. And would disinherit him. He would keep the apartment as compensation for his rejected love. And what will you tell me then? That you “thought” it would be better? I'll grind you to dust then!
Olga. Andre Sigizmundovich, I beg you!
Myshevsky. Be silent! No, I will treat you differently. You will never see the Iguazu Falls. Believe me, in this country one can buy everything. Even your future, girl!
Olga. Forgive me, please!
Myshevsky. Forgive? You?! Are you asking me to be generous by paying for it with my own dream? You know, that I also have a dream. Is it strange for you to hear that?
Olga. No, not at all!
Myshevsky. My dream is no less romantic than yours. Although it may seem very prosaic to you. You need the Iguazu Falls. But I need this very apartment. Do you want to know why?
Olga. If you want it.
Myshevsky. Yes, I want to tell you this. Isn’t a strange desire? Well, anyway… When my father was lying on his deathbed, I swore to him. “Dad, – I said, – your grandchildren will live in their great-grandfather's house”. And after that my father died happily.
Olga. Well, grandchildren, great-grandfather … I'm totally confused!
