watson trains his opera glasses on the stage, holmes stifles a yawn.
watson nudges holmes, who has dozed off.
holmes lowers the glasses, returns them to watson.
watson enjoying himself immensely, holmes sitting there dourly. the red plush curtain at the rear of the box parts, and a man in evening clothes and a top hat enters. he is in his middle fifties, extremely soigne, and somewhat sinister. his name is rogozhin, and he is russian. holmes and watson look around.
rogozhin rises, turns to holmes.