CSKA, October 1937. After concert in front of Stalin again, although this time only choir and vocal octet who performed as per Stalin's request.
Vasily: finally the concert today is finished!
Dmitry: Yeah! (yawned)
Vasily: Although as usual, vocal octet was the one getting attention and praise from Stalin for their unique way to sing. Their salary is also twice higher...
Dmitry: It's true. As ordinary chorist, I'm actually start to getting jealous, haha!
Vasily: Hey, Dim, I have a perfect idea!
Dmitry: Hm?
Vasily: Let's ask Comrade Alexandrov to create Vocal Octet #2! (gleaming eyes)
Dmitry: No, you're start being insane (look in unamused face)
Vasily: If he said yes, we can volunteer and be famous in front of Stalin! (fist going up and he kept patting Dmitry's shoulder)
Dmitry: Stop it, Vasya... (closing eyes and sighed in disappointment)
Fyodor: Ahem!
Vasily: (startled and averted his eyes with awkward laugh) Oh, hi, Fedya! Why didn't you use the glasses? I'm afraid you will bump on something!
Fyodor: My minus eye wasn't that severe...
Vasily: But you often head the wrong room, remember?
Fyodor: Used too, but now I'm memorised every room well. But fine if you are insist (wearing his thick minus 7 glasses)
Vasily: Good job!
Dmitry: (whisper) You're just scared with his glare...
Vasily: (grip Dmitry's shoulder tightly) Silent.
Fyodor: I come here to share news I heard from the others while ago. As the schedule getting tighter, he need some volunteers to establish Vocal Octet #2...
Vasily: (shoves Dmitry till fell) REALLY?! Please tell me more!
Dmitry: (gets up while shouted) What the hell are you doing to me?!!
Fyodor: Some rules are needed. First, willingly to have overtime.
Vasily: Easy as pie!
Fyodor: Second, willingly to memorise and singing every song quicker than ordinary choir.
Vasily: Could be not that bad!
Fyodor: Third, you willingly to reduce smoking and alcohol consumption. Comrade Alexandrov wants his second vocal octet sounded better.
Vasily: (bend his body and lowered his head)
Dmitry: Vasya, you okay?
Fyodor: Hey, what happened?
Vasily: (pulled tense smile and then waved his hands) Ah, okay then. Hahahahah! Let's go outside and buy some snacks, shall we?
Dmitry and Fyodor chuckled.
Dmitry: Seems he rejected the last requirement
Fyodor: Sorry, Vasya. But rules are rules...
Vasily: It's okay! I think I prefer the freedom in ordinary choir! I changed my mind about vocal octet!
and thus, Vasily treat Dmitry and Fyodor with grilled sausages at CSKA's cafeteria.
