A noisy night club. The crowd goes silent as a spotlight snaps on and lights a small stage with two figures, Vlad and Agon. Vlad sits on a stool with Agon on his lap. Both wear shabby suits and bowlers. Agon sleeps, slumped over and leaning against Vlad.
Vlad: Agon, wake up. Time to go to work. [Nudging him awake.] Agon.
[Agon stirs, opens his eyes, yawns, looks around, peers out at the audience, then looks at himself, and dusts himself off.]
Agon: I gotta stop sleeping in my clothes.