The people talked quietly, coughed, shuffled their feet, or sat silently. A man with disheveled hair had brought sandwiches and a thermos flask and was eating, looking thoughtfully through the window at the morning sky.
Andy looked at the gathering audience. In a span of two days, they became not just his customers and employees. He was feeling a personal responsibility for all these people.
When everyone was seated, Andy came up to the front of the stage. Diana stood next to him to interpret his speech into Russian.
“Please put up your hand if you don’t understand Russian at all,” Andy said in English.
Four hands were raised. An old bearded man, a young man with Nordic features and the Chinese man, and the teenage girl, apparently his daughter.
“Khorosho. That means I can risk speaking Russian instead. Hello everyone,” Andy said in Russian. Diana was taken aback a little, as she was ready to interpret from English to Russian and not vice versa. “My name is Andrew Thomas. I am the General Manager of this hotel. Er … I can’t find the right words now, firstly, because Russian is not my native language. Please excuse me. And, secondly, the situation we’re presently in is very dire.
“But I’m happy to see all of you here. Safe and alive. Hopefully, everything is going to be all right with you and with your relatives and friends.”
He paused and scanned the hall. He saw despair and hope in people’s faces.
“As you see,” he went on, “the hotel is officially closed at the moment. We accept no check-ins.”
He tried to smile. Some of the guests chuckled nervously.
He dug out a piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at it. “We have two issues of primary concern on the agenda today: protection and food supply.”
One of the two cash messengers, a big guy with a round face, rose from his seat to be seen and said, “The garage entrance is not going to hold for long. It’s giving way. Maybe a couple more hours. Give or take.”
“Thanks,” Andy said. “We’ll reinforce the barricades. What’s your name?”
“Marcel.”
“Okay, Marcel. We’ll talk about it.”
The cash messenger sat down.
“Can you tell us what’s going on?” said a woman with a little boy sitting in her lap.
“I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling right now,” Andy said. “What exacerbates everything is the fact that we know nothing about what is really happening in this city. It could be a war or a coup. It could be anything. Our main goal here is to survive till the government and the army restore order in the city. So that we’ll be able to see our loved ones. I realize you all have families out there. And I hope they’re safe and sound. The same your families would wish for you – to save your lives, to be able to see you, to be able to hug you again someday.”
The woman with the little boy started crying and left the hall. Andy asked one of the security guards to accompany them to their room.
“And we’ll survive only if we pool our forces together,” Andy went on. “We have safety in numbers. We have people of different occupations, qualifications, and expertise here. Well, I honestly hope you did not come to this town as a delegation for a stockbroker convention.”
People laughed in the audience. Diana looked at Andy and smiled.
“I hope we have medical doctors here, engineers, mechanics, electricians.” Andy made a pause. “Who else will we need? Athletes, welders, hunters, cooks … Hopefully, an assassin or two is present among you.”
More people laughing.
“With your knowledge, you can survive and help others to survive.”
Andy picked up a big book with the green cover from the desk. “I’m asking all of you now to come up and check in again. In this log book. It’s a paper book, as I anticipate power outages.”
“That’s a good idea,” Marcel said. His partner nodded in agreement.
Andy took a pen out of his breast pocket and invited everyone including the staff to go through registration.
“Please state your name, the number of your room and your useful skills. As of now, you’re free of charge. Let’s stay together and let this place really be your home away from home.”
People started clapping their hands.
Diana whispered to Andy, “You’re making progress in Russian.”
Andy rolled his eyes.
Goran stood up and roared with laughter. “Nice speech, William Wallace!”
Andy thanked everyone for their support.
“Now, as for protection,” he said, looking around the room in search of his security manager. “Where is Sorokin?” he addressed the guards.
The guards looked at each other. One of them flicked his finger at his Adam’s apple. Drunk.
“Great,” Andy muttered through his teeth.
“Andy,” Goran said. “How many times have I told you that you shouldn’t have hired an ex-cop!”
Andy frowned and went on. “I have to warn you that whoever’s outside the walls of this building,” he pointed at the windows, “are not human beings anymore. You can’t talk to them. You can’t beg them or please them. You can’t cooperate with them. Obviously, all they need is to feed. On whatever comes in their way. I know it’s not logical, but let’s face the bitter truth.”
People were absorbing each word Andy was saying.
“For how long are you going to keep us here?” A red-faced man with a big belly asked him. He held a beer can in his hand. There was a towel around his neck.
“No one’s keeping you here, brother,” Goran said. “You can hit the road any time you want. I can open any window for you to jump the hell out!”
“Hey, shut your trap!” The man’s face got redder. He leaned forward. “Who do you think you are?”
“No, you shut up!” Goran said.
The man got angry and stood up. He was about to attack Goran like a ferocious pit bull. Andy gave a silent sign to his guards, and they rose threateningly from their seats.
Diana held her hand up. “That’s enough, everybody! We’re going to stay here as long as deemed necessary. It’s not our choice. The hotel just happens to be the safest place around here so far. Mr. Pavic is right. We’re not forcing you to stay. But please do not try to leave this building. You’ll put everybody here at risk.”
The man slumped into his chair and seemed to calm down. He slurped his beer, clenching his jaws in anger. He crumpled the empty can and tossed it on the floor.
Andy’s eyes turned into slits but he did not say anything.
We’ll have to close the bar and withdraw all the liquor from rooms, he thought.
Goran got upon the stage. “We’ll check all the possible holes, through which these schizos could get into the hotel. We have to check the food supply as well. As far as I remember, it’s going to be enough for two weeks. If we ration the food, we’ll be able to not worry about it for over three weeks. I just need the exact number of people staying at the hotel. The data at the reception desk are messed up. We’re going to check every room in this building. Door-to-door. Each of the fifteen stories. I guess, the government is not going to help, so we have to keep up somehow until the air is clear. But, people, I’m telling you, the situation is crappy.”
Just as he said those words, the lights in the room went suddenly out.
“See?”