Say, from the machinations of a capitalist

Iamskoy:

And a very good morning to you. Arkady Renko:
Oh, I've been up all night. Iamskoy:
Come, come. No man can work so many hours. Arkady Renko:
Don't worry, I'm going home to bed. This is my breakfast. Iamskoy:
The poet lays down his pen, the killer his axe, and even you must learn to relax. Arkady Renko:
Well, bed. I can relax in bed. Iamskoy:
Just the thing to open up your pores and unclog your weary mind, you know. This is my daily regime. A brisk walk, a leisurely dip. It's wonderful. [cut to interior of a Russian bathhouse] Iamskoy:
Even we humble servants of the state need to be refreshed from time to time, eh? [Osborne enters] Iamskoy:
Ah! Jack Osborne:
Well, well, this is a surprise. Iamskoy:
You recall Chief Investigator Renko from last weekend at my dacha? Jack Osborne:
Oh, yes, surely. I'm not quite sure whether he arrested, or abducted the young lady who accompanied me. Arkady Renko:
*Rescued*. Iamskoy:
Say, from the machinations of a capitalist