All language subtitles for Firebird - English (2021)

Black thorns and roses...

smiles and tears.

They're sown together and grow so near.

[panting]

Dima, wait!

[she exclaims]

- I win.
- All right.

Come. Let's go back.

Oh, relax.

Sergey?

Sergey? [she chuckles]

Enjoy yourself for once.

One more time. Please.

Race you to the rocks.

OK, but you're going to lose again. Ready?

[vehicle approaches]

Luisa, quick.

Halt. Identify yourself.

[gun cocks]

Stop or I'll shoot.

Popov? It's Sidorov.

Sidorov?

You again.

Kurilka, 9:00.

Next time, I'll shoot you.

[splashing]

Oh! Volodja.

Sergeant Popov's easy. Two packs of cigarettes.

Life's about who you know.

We can't all have your connections.

You could have my connections,
Luisa. You could have them all.

Oh! Oh, bloody rocks!

[they giggle]

[distant shouting]

Get up! [shouting]

Fucking lazy rats.

Slow. Stupid.

Useless little rats.

[officer shouts]

Faster. Faster.

Attention.

At ease.

Comrade Colonel,
second squadron ready to maneuver.

You know, one day the colonel

is going to open his flight reports

and find your human-anatomy diagrams.

It's the hardest exam.

Then one more to go, scientific communism.

I'm not going to have a life.

It'll be worth it in the end.

Let's do the morning report.

[he clears throat]

Selenov, 1:34.

[typewriter clacks]

Tokarev, 1:12

You won't reconsider the colonel's offer?

Give me one good reason.

Two good reasons.

You could make a career for yourself here,

rather than stack hay
in the middle of nowhere.

What else is there?

Sergey. Luisa. Wait.

Sergey, take our photograph, for posterity.

Not again.

- I'm going to the canteen.
- Please.

Smile in this one.

Comrade Lieutenant.

We were ordered to take this photograph

for the weekly journal.

At ease.

Let me take one of all of you.

Move to your right.

Which way to the commander's office?

Comrade Lieutenant, I'll show you.

Since the Nato forces increased
surveillance of our border,

I've got four Migs up in
the air around the clock.

We now assume each B-52 is carrying

several thermonuclear devices.

Should just one slip through,

they will be on the direct
air corridor to Leningrad.

It will be your duty to prevent
this from happening.

Understood?

Yes, Comrade Colonel.

Welcome, Lieutenant Matvejev.

Dismissed.

Send him in.

So, young man,

I hear you have declined my offer to stay on.

What are your plans?

I will return home to find work, Comrade Colonel.

Very well.

Take the Uazik and drive the lieutenant

to the officers' block.

You'll be receiving some additional duties

in your final weeks.

Yes, Comrade Colonel.

[phone rings]

Orderly.

Yes, Comrade Major.

No, he has not returned.

I will report immediately, Comrade Major.

Here.

I'm afraid there are no facilities

to develop photographs here, Comrade Lieutenant.

Now there are.

You develop photographs too?

Yes, I do.

I'll finish it myself.

Yes, Comrade Lieutenant.

Permission to leave?

Granted.

Private.

Thank you, Comrade Lieutenant.

Matvejev.

Graduating with first-class honors, eh?

Don't they say those who do well at flight school

have problems handling their equipment in the sky?

I was told that one particular pilot here

has problems in that department.

Time will tell.

Shit! Volkov is on duty tonight.

He woke up the second unit at 3:00

because he found a cigarette
but outside their barracks.

He made them run 10km
into the forest, dig it a grave

and give it a full burial with honors.

What a dick.

[music plays]

What?

At least someone's getting it tonight.

[window opens]

Hey, Matvejev.

Kissed my chances goodbye.

Now I see why she didn't
come swimming with us.

What's the matter with you?

I told you. "Like a sister"?

You are in love.

Sergey, do something about it.

Before it's too late.

The safety of the squadron is paramount.

There will come a day
when you have to choose between

missing your target or saving your wingman's life.

There's a fine line between
bravery and recklessness.

Tomorrow, we will proceed

with the high-altitude attack scenario.

That is all.

[door opens]

Private Serebrennikov?

Comrade Lieutenant.

At ease.

Is Luisa here?

No, she went to human resources,
Comrade Lieutenant.

That's fine. I'll come by later.

Comrade Lieutenant...

permission to ask you a question.

Would you have time to develop
some photographs later?

You're too soft.

Harder. Harder. Not one spot left.

A love letter from another admirer of yours.

It's been opened again.

Mm. Must be such a fun job,

reading all the thrilling letters
from your mother.

Come on. We're playing durak in the Lenin room.

Sergey.

Get out of your fantasy world.

Maybe later.

[nearby chatter]

Take it by the corner...

and gently...

place it in the water tray.

Like this, Comrade Lieutenant?

That's better.

And call me Roman.

You... really see other people, Sergey.

You capture their essence, their soul.

I search for something deeper...

but I can't quite grasp it.

How do you mean?

When you take a photo...

there's something in that very moment

which is gone forever.

A moment that will never be there again.

Like a ghost escaping this world.

I didn't know you were a philosopher.

[Roman chuckles softly]

I think we need a drink.

So I gave him a lower score.

The radio was practically melting with his anger.

[he chuckles]

He was yelling and threatening
like I'd slept with his wife.

[classical music plays]

You know it?

Tchaikovsky.

When I first heard it, I was 14.

My best friend Misha was in it.

I've never seen a real ballet.

How could you be so uncultured coming from Orel?

[Sergey chuckles softly]

I've seen a lot of theater
before being locked up here.

Now there's no chance.

Let's check the photos.

[glass smashes]

Steady there, Private.

I should be getting back.

I shouldn't even be here.

You'd better sleep it off here.

No, I... I can't...

I'll tell the duty officer
that I needed you at the hangar.

No, no, no. I have to go.

I can't stay.

Listen. If you turn up at the barracks like this,

you'll be cleaning the toilets for a week.

[distant shouting]

Oh, shit.

[footsteps approach]

[footsteps recede]

Put your fucking coat on!

Why can't you dress yourself
like any other pig here?

Lebedev.

Did I give you permission
to leave the barracks last night?

No, Comrade Sergeant.

Then why the fuck were you smoking outside?

What's your problem?

Why the fuck are you staring at me
with those dewy wept eyes?

Are you a pervert?

No, Comrade Sergeant.

Then why the fuck do you look like one?

What the fuck are you smiling at?

Go fuck up the pervert.

Go fuck up the pervert.

Are you fucking deaf?

Go fuck up the pederast now!

[hooter blares]

To the stations.

[PA] This is a combative exercise.

[buzzer, door opens]

After I'm done at the regional HQ,

I want to show you something.

- What is it?
- You'll see.

[classical music plays]

[music continues over speech]

You haven't said a word since we left.

I hope it wasn't that bad.

No.

I loved it. I'm sorry.

Whenever I used to watch a play

with my best friend Dima...

I'd never want it to end.

Dima grew up without a mother
and me without a father.

It sort of created this invisible bond between us.

We'd write secret letters to each other

and sign them Valentin.

- Valentin?
- Zubkov.

The fighter pilot who became an actor.

We wanted to be just like him.

We even promised we'd go to

the same drama school in Moscow together.

What happened?

It was just a silly dream.

What will you do after you leave the base?

Go back to the farm, support my mother, find work.

Couldn't you support her
even better if you studied in Moscow

and got a job at Mosfilm?

I'd never get in.

How do you know?

Because they only take
20 people from across the country.

There are hundreds of conscripts here

but the colonel chose you.

"It is not in the stars to hold
our destiny, but in ourselves."

Shakespeare.

Pull over. This could take a while.

Look.

They're dancing with each other.

Oh. Shit.

[Sergey spits and coughs]

That definitely wasn't a blueberry.

Do you have a girl back home?

No.

Do you?

[vehicle approaches]

Shit! Border guards.

[guard shouts]

[gun cocks]

[guard shouts]

[engine starts]

[vehicle passes]

[thunder rumbles]

[rain intensifies]

What happened to you last night?

I thought you were going to go after her,

not ignore her even more.

I had to drive the lieutenant.

That late? We waited for you.

Luisa kept going on and on about him,

so I told her to stop

and then she got mad at me and went home.

Where did you drive him?

He went to the theater.

And then?

Then we were delayed coming back.

- What?
- Sergey, you've got that look.

No, really. I was on duty.

You've found another girl, haven't you?

Tell me, who is she?

Swap, anyone?

Kolja, I'll swap with you.

Yes, Sergey.

Come on, Sergey.

- So, how is he?
- Who?

Lieutenant Matvejev.

Not like the other officers.

That's what I thought.

I have to drive him to Tallinn this weekend.

What do you think? Where should I take him?

Mmm... I could come and show him around,

if Lieutenant Matvejev doesn't mind.

Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

[soldier whistles]

Stalin is standing in this field, a green field,

and there's this farmer nearby, and Stalin...

No, the farmer...

If you insist on telling it,
at least do it properly.

Dick.

A farm worker greets Josef Stalin
at his potato farm.

"Comrade Stalin, we have so many potatoes that,

piled one on top of the other

they would reach all the way to God,

the farmer excitedly tells..."

Go on, Private Serebrennikov.

Go on. I love a good joke.

Go on.

"But God does not exist," replies Stalin.

"Exactly," says the farmer.

"Neither do the potatoes."

[he chuckles]

"Neither do the potatoes."

That's a good one.

Follow me.

Telling jokes of that nature
could interfere greatly

with your future prospects.

We have immense responsibility
for how we affect society.

So I'd choose more carefully
which stories you tell.

This will never happen again, Comrade Major.

I do hope so.

For your own sake.

One more thing.

According to the orderly's logbook,

on your trip to Tallinn,
you returned the Uazik at 22:34.

What was the cause of such a delay?

The lieutenant was attending
the theater, Comrade Major.

We were delayed at the crossing at Risti.

The gates were broken again.

I did everything I could
to return as quickly as possible.

Whom did he attend the theater with?

The lieutenant was alone, Comrade Major.

I see.

You will report to me

if you notice anything outside the ordinary.

Understood?

Yes, Comrade Major.

Dismissed.

And the Oleviste church

was the tallest building in medieval Europe.

that there is treasure buried under Mary's chapel.

Sorry.

Thank you.

How do I look?

[Luisa chuckles]

You are right.

[door closes]

Oh, thank you.

Would you like one?

Thank you, Comrade Lieutenant.

And this, of course, is the famous cobbled street

where Lenin had his first pair of boots made.

Luisa?

- Olga.
- Luisa.

It's been years.

You look so good.

You too.

Hello.

Which one of these handsome men
are you married to?

- Olga!
- Don't tell me.

This one's your husband, hm?

And this must be your brother.

Olga, these are my colleagues from the base.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Colleagues.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- He's so sweet. It's your baby?
- Yes.

Comrade.

[music plays]

Luisa.

[lively song plays]

[Sergey whispers]

"To be or not to be.

That is the question."

To BE...

or not to BE.

That IS the question.

To be...

or not...

to be.

That is the question.

Shit!

[creaking]

Who's that?

You scared the hell out of me.

Where's Luisa?

Let's go.

Will you help me with my lines?

What lines?

For my audition.

Another one of your dreams.

You know you'll end up going back to the farm.

No, Luisa, I'm serious.

I sent my application.

I'm going to be an actor.

I can't wait to see you on stage, then.

Let's do the reports, then your lines.

Petrov 1:05.

Tokarev 0:52.

Matvejev... [Luisa sighs]

[door opens]

- Comrade Lieutenant.
- At ease.

A little something.

Sergey here told me how well your exam went.

You shouldn't have, Lieutenant Matvejev.

I'll be right back.

Where were we?

Er... Selenov 1:25.

[phone rings]

Yes, Comrade Colonel?

He's ready for you.

He is different.

[she sighs]

Platonov.

You exceeded all your targets last week.

Excellent.

- That is all.
- Not quite.

One more thing.

Lieutenant Matvejev,

are you familiar with Article 154A
of the Criminal Code?

No, Comrade Major. I'm not.

Sexual relations of a man with another man,

which is punishable by 5 years' imprisonment

in a hard-labour camp.

I'm not following, Comrade Major.

A report has been received
implying you have engaged in

immoral conduct with a private.

This is malicious gossip.

Lieutenant Matvejev...

I wouldn't recommend you interrupt me again.

There was no name of the private in question.

Give me his name.

There is no name to give.

It is a lie.

I assure you, comrades.

Consider your words, Lieutenant Matvejev.

Comrade Major...

who wrote this?

It was delivered anonymously, unsigned.

Without honor.

I trust the lieutenant's word.

Dismissed.

Yes, Comrade Colonel.

Lieutenant.

It would be a pity.

So, when you buy a brand-new Soviet car,

what do you get for free?

I have no idea.

Train and bus timetable.

I have a good one, too.

I have to go.

So, where's my gift?

Sergey.

Listen to me and don't react.

Someone filed a report.

- About us.
- What?

They didn't mention your name but...

But the KGB know something.

You better go, Sergey.

[hooter blares briefly]

Oh, no. False alarm.

[PA] All personnel to stations.

This is a red alert.

I repeat, this is a red alert.

This is not a training exercise.

- Attention.
- At ease.

Comrade Colonel, we have 4 B-52
strategic nuclear bombers

in neutral air space,

on a direct flight path to Leningrad.

011 and 023 are escorting.

Rock. 011. 30 seconds to the border.

Permission to engage?

011. Negative. Do not engage.

I repeat, do not engage.

10 seconds to the border.

Rock. 011. Awaiting orders.

[alarm blares]

Wait.

Targets diverting 90° north.

011 and 023, continue escorting.

Rock. 011. Engine malfunction.

011. Status report?

Power at 30, declining.

Cooling negative.

I've lost the engine.

Permission to abort.

All stations, we have an emergency.

011, drop your weapons and fuel tanks.

023, mark the coordinates.

Mark. 85km.

10,200.

That gives him a range of 73km.

He'll crash at least 10km short.

011, negative.

Proceed to eject over the sea at 3,000.

I can save the plane. I can fly it at stall speed.

Damn it, he's trying to land.

Matvejev, it's too risky.

I need you to return alive.

Eject. That's an order.

I do not copy. Parachute negative.

Mark. Parachute negative.

Activate the stop net.

Duty mechanic to control.

[bleeping]

Duty mechanic to control.

Karamazin, Serebrennikov, to the net. Go.

Yes, Comrade Colonel.

Come on. Come on.

- Come on!
- What is it?

Shit. The fuse is blown.

[siren blares]

The crank!

[they groan]

Damn it!

It won't move!

Rock. 011.

Airfield in sight.

Permission to land?

011, permission granted.

Try now!

Come on. Come on.

Faster.

It's going. Run!

[siren blares]

[concerned chatter]

Faster. Faster. Get back to your station, Private.

Serebrennikov, let's go.

You! You! You! Get him out of there!

All clear, Lieutenant Matvejev.

You were very lucky today. Get some rest.

[door squeaks open]

Comrade Lieutenant?

Up here.

[door closes]

[banging]

[they giggle]

[music: Tchaikovsky - June: Barcarolle]

For you.

So you won't forget me.

We could get the training plane and fly to Sweden.

Sweden?

Why Sweden?

I don't know.

I don't care...

as long as we're together.

Sergey, I'm an officer.

I can't leave my motherland.

If you get into drama school...

I'll find something to do in Moscow, too.

And then we could go
to the cinema whenever we wanted.

And take a cruise on the river

and watch all the shows at the Bolshoi.

And have an ice cream on Arbat,

and then throw up on the American Mountains.

That's decided, then.

All right, then.

[knock at door]

Comrade Major.

At ease.

Sounds like you're having fun in here.

Just analyzing my flight report, Comrade Major.

Alone?

Yes, Comrade Major.

I see.

Where did you develop these?

Just personal photos, Comrade Major.

Personal.

Matvejev...

if there is the slightest truth in that report...

believe me, I will find out.

And nobody can protect you then,
not even Kuznetsov.

And I'll personally make sure
that you'll never fly again.

Goodnight.

You better return to the barracks now.

Make sure nobody sees you.

Faster!

Move it!

Fucking rats.

Move it!

Won't have to listen to him ever again.

One more day.

Good luck.

Comrade Lieutenant.

Vasja, wait here.

Colonel's orders.

Comrade Lieutenant?

Comrade Lieutenant?

What is it, Private?

I made a plan.

What plan?

For Moscow.

Get back to your station, Private.

What?

- Last night...
- Listen... Comrade Serebrennikov.

There was no last night.

Nothing ever happened between us. Nothing.

Understand?

Moscow?

Moscow is where I'll be.

I'll hold you to that.

Vasja.

Sergey...

don't forget, write to me after your auditions.

Of course.

Take care.

O, happy dagger.

This is thy sheath.

There rust, and let me die.

[laughter]

Let's try again.

[they imitate animal cries]

If Juliet had just married Paris,
who's smart and wealthy,

the man of wax,

then this terrible tragedy
would never have happened.

That's love for convenience. That's not true love.

Oh, really? And how does true love behave?

You can't stop thinking about the other person.

You have to be with them no matter what.

But she could save both their lives,

and they could still meet up in secret.

And only live half a life?

Romeo doesn't just go "I defy you stars"

to see her in secret.

Not when he's madly in love.

I've got to get to my class.

Wait. I'll walk with you.

Have you got time to go over our scenes later?

We could practice at my place.

I can't tonight. I have to practice my monologue.

Sergey, there you are.

Your friend is here.

I'll see you later.

[music plays]

Luisa.

Ooh!

Look at you.

You've become so handsome.

All that time in the library.

- Oh.
- Oh, and edible food.

[Luisa chuckles]

Your mother still looks so young.

How is she?

Oh, she's... She's fine.

Anyway, you've heard all my news.

How is medical school?

I deferred.

I'll go next autumn.

Why?

I'm still working for the colonel.

The days are flying by.

Sergey, so much changed after you left the base.

I needed to come and see you.

I don't want anything to change between us.

Of course.

- Thanks.
- What is it?

I am to be married...

to Roman.

R... Roman?

Well, that's...

You're sure?

Of course.

Of course I'm sure.

That's wonderful.

I'm truly happy for you.

For both of you.

I missed you so much.

You will come to our wedding, won't you?

Sugar?

Yes.

[lively music plays]

A toast to Sergey.

We are all here today thanks to you.

Na zdarovje.

- Na zdarovje.
- Na zdarovje.

One more?

[song finishes]

Hey-hey!

Gorko!

Gorko! Gorko!

Gorko! Gorko! Gorko!

Two, three, four, five, six, seven!

[cheering and applause]

Difficult thing to watch

the one you love swept off their feet.

I see what goes on under my nose.

It's no consolation now but...

if he'd never walked onto my base,

I do believe...

she would have married you.

Thank you, Comrade Colonel.

Excuse me.

[door creaks and closes]

[footsteps approach]

How have you been?

Fine.

How is drama school?

It's a lot better than the base.

It's like another world.

Have you got a girl?

Do you love her?

Of course.

She's given up everything for you.

I had to protect you.

From what?

You know what happens to men like you.

Men... like me?

What are you, then?

I just married the woman I love.

You really believe that
if you live a lie long enough

- it'll suddenly become true?
- Sergey...

you don't know anything about me.

Wait.

Sergey.

Gorko! Gorko! Gorko!

Gorko! Gorko! Gorko!

Gorko! Gorko!

I tried...

so hard...

to forget you.

But I can't.

- All these months, I...
- Sergey.

- waited.
- Sergey.

I thought you'd come.

I couldn't.

What are you doing?

[door opens]

Comrade Major.

Your wife is looking for you.

Thank you, Comrade Major.

I'll be right there.

I must go, Sergey.

We could still go to Moscow together.

Nobody would have to know.

- Have that ice cream on Arbat.
- Sergey.

Luisa is...

pregnant.

"You have sense enough", said Father Zossima.

"Don't give way to drunkenness

and incontinence of speech.

Don't give way to sensual lust

and to the love of money."

And above all... "don't lie."

"You mean about Diderot?"

"No, not about Diderot.

Above all, don't lie to yourself.

The man who lies to himself...

and listens to his own lie comes to the point

that he cannot distinguish the truth within him...

Daddy!

or around him.

And so loses all respect
for himself and for others.

And having no respect...

he ceases to love."

[Luisa] Dinner is ready.

It won't be a holiday.

I'll be doing long hours.

You'd be alone in the city all day.

I think it would be better for you to stay here.

But I don't want to be stuck here.

And he'll miss his daddy.

You have your family here to help you.

Just for a few months.

- Did you think about us?
- Yes.

And?

When I finish in Moscow, they'll promote me.

And we can finally get a bigger apartment.

Do I have a say in this?

It's for the best.

Have you seen my jumper?

Which one?

The Grey winter one.

[Serjozha] Why do you have to go?

Serjozha, I'll see you soon.

You are both mean.

Serjozha...

[banging]

- This one?
- Yes.

And that's why I love you.

I should just make it to the train.

See you soon.

Prison, my lord?

Denmark's a prison.

Then is the world one?

A goodly one,

in which there are many confines, wards,

dungeons. Denmark being one of the worst.

We think not so, my lord.

Why, then, 'tis none to you,

for there is nothing either good or bad

but thinking makes it so.

To me... it is a prison.

I'm going to read all his books during the break.

That better not be all you'll be doing.

I'll make sure it won't be.

Or I'll throw his books into the river again.

Sergey? You have a visitor.

What are you doing here?

I... came to see your play.

Did you like it?

The prince... was very good.

Thank you.

Sergey...

I've been sorting out my apartment,

so I have a week off
before I start at the academy.

Why are you telling me this?

Didn't you get my letter?

How's your wife... and your child?

Come to Sotchi with me.

I have two tickets.

For the 18:00 train.

You think you can just turn up here
and I'll drop my life?

What was it, could she not join you?

Sergey... [door opens]

I'll be right there, Ilya.

I've got to get back to my friends.

Why do you think we use the classics to teach you?

Because the characters of these stories

are not intellectuals.

They are living, breathing...

feeling beings...

whom are tender, with tremble...

in their hearts.

And I want you to catch this tremble

to your own heart and soul.

[knock at door]

Tea?

[PA] Train 505 for Sotchi

is departing now from platform two.

[train clunks]

[door slides open]

[clicking and whirring]

[camera clicks]

He's still with that model?

Yeah.

And she came with him to visit Luisa.

How is she?

Later, Sergey. Later.

Come on! Woohoo!

[Sergey pants]

Roman?

I'm afraid of this dream.

Of waking up.

Of losing you.

I'm here now.

What is it?

You remember my best friend, Dima?

On his 13th birthday...

my mother made him an apple pie.

He lived by the school.

I wanted him to have it while it was still warm.

So I ran all the way.

When I arrived...

I heard shouting from inside,

and so I went around to the window.

My letters were scattered all over the floor.

His father... had him pinned to the table...

beating him across the back...

yelling, "No son of mine
will be a fucking faggot."

I'll never forget his look...

of disgust.

And then Dima looked up...

and saw me.

And I ran away.

I ran away.

He didn't come to school the next day.

There's a lake in the forest near the village.

They found his body there 3 days later.

I've never told this to anyone.

I have three rules here.

No vodka, no parties with loud music,

and no girls.

After 11.

[Sergey] this place is incredible.

Welcome home.

[music plays, lively chatter]

As you requested.

The sickle and the hammer.

First, it cuts off your legs

and then it smacks you in the head.

- A drink?
- Need you ask?

Look at this place.

Fighter pilots certainly make lots of money.

Na zdarovje.

[guests] Na zdarovje.

♪ Ra-Ra-Rasputin ♪

♪ Lover of the Russian queen ♪

♪ There was a cat that really was gone ♪

♪ Ra-Ra-Rasputin ♪

♪ Russia's greatest love machine ♪

♪ It was a shame how he carried on... ♪

Sergey is always so serious about it all.

He'll play Hamlet or
Uncle Vanya the rest of his life.

- Yeah, you are right.
- Nothing wrong with that.

Matvejev. Fuel is running out.

Coming right up.

Sergey.

Sorry.

Who'd have thought it?

Actors and pilots getting along so well.

I can't imagine it any other way.

I knew it.

No.

Volodja.

- Volodja.
- Get the fuck away from me.

- Volodja.
- I knew it.

Zverev should have investigated my report.

You?

You could have got us sent to prison.

How was I supposed to know it was you?

Why would you do this to her?

You've ruined her life.

Volodja...

- We love each other.
- Stop.

Stop it.

- We love...
- Stop it. It is not love.

It's disgusting.

You make me sick.

Fuck this.

You won't tell anyone.

Not Luisa. Not anyone.

No.

That is your job.

You really think he's going to leave her

and the air force... for you?

More Soviet volunteers arrived in Kabul this week

to liberate the people of Afghanistan.

The Afghan children

welcomed the Soviet soldiers
with love and national dances.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

He won't tell her.

That's good.

[crashing]

[cheering and lively music on TV]

[knock at door]

Are you expecting someone?

[door unlocks]

Matvejev?

- Roman Alekseyevich?
- Yes.

Sign here.

[banging]

What are you waiting for?

Sergey, please, go and get the rest of your stuff.

Roman, she can't come here.

I can't tell her to go back.

Then take her to a hotel.

She's my wife.

You're an actor. Act...

like you're just visiting.

I have to pretend every fucking second of the day

I walk out the door.

I will not do it in our home.

Just tell her it's not working.

And then what?

What then?

You'll move in with me at the base?

Hey, get to the back.

[squeaking and buzzing]

[child shouts happily]

[door opens]

Sergey!

Oh!

It's so good to see you.

Yes.

This is Serjozha.

- Hello.
- Hi, Serjozha.

Hi.

He's definitely got Roman's eyes.

- Hasn't he?
- Yes.

Yes.

[Luisa chuckles]

How have you been?

I was supposed to go
to my mother's for the holidays

but when Roman said that you were coming,

I just had to stay and see you.

You are always welcome
in our home and you know it.

It's about time that you met Serjozha too.

Let's see.

[she gasps]

Such a big flat. Come on.

[she exclaims]

When Roman has his night flights,

Serjozha sits by the window

and stares into the night,
waiting for him to come home.

Yeah.

When Roman finishes here,

I'll start my medical school.

Mmm.

And he'll get a transfer.

- Yes.
- Yes.

[Luisa chuckles]

Of course.

You have to be with the ones you love.

[Luisa] Yes.

Sergey...

is there anybody special in your life?

Him.

And you.

And dear Serjozha.

May you have all the blessings of love.

Nothing and... And no-one...

will ever replace you.

To your love.

To being with those who you truly love.

To your beautiful family.

- Thank you, Sergey.
- Thank you.

[clock chimes]

[they cheer]

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

[music plays]

May it be the happiest year yet.

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.

[he sniffles]

[Sergey] Roman.

You belong with your family.

You always did.

I won't be the one to take you away from your son,

and from Luisa.

- Don't you dare touch me.
- Luisa, let me explain.

- Leave me alone.
- Calm down.

- Get away from me.
- Luisa!

I know now that our love can only exist

where there is no
thought and no time.

Please...

don't come looking for me.

[phone rings]

Did you order a long-distance call?

Yes, I did.

Kuznetsov.

Captain Matvejev reporting.

[music: Kino - Ran'she V Tvoih Glazakh]

Sergey.

Where did you disappear to?

Oh, I... went home to see my mother.

Roman came looking for you.

When?

Last month, just before he left Moscow.

Oh, he gave me a letter for you.

I put it with your mail.

[phone line rings out]

Kuznetsov.

Comrade Colonel.

Private Serebrennikov calling.

Serebrennikov.

It's been a long time.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Do you know how I might reach Captain Matvejev?

I must speak with him urgently.

Matvejev?

Didn't Luisa call you?

[Kuznetsov sighs]

He left for Afghanistan shortly
after the New Year.

He was assigned to escort convoys

from the border to the compound.

Last Monday...

Sergey, we lost him.

No.

That can't be.

Sergey...

Sergey...

[Roman] To speak and to do,
to think and to live...

They are not the same thing, Sergey.

By the time you receive this letter,

I will have left for Afghanistan.

The 3 days that Kuznetsov gave me to consider

are coming to an end.

But what is there to consider?

I can't choose for fear of hurting those I love.

I can't divide myself any longer

and belong to everyone at the same time.

[knock at door]

Come in.

Nadja, will you have lunch with us?

[Luisa sighs]

Why have you come here?

- Luisa, I wanted to...
- To what?

To tell me that our friendship
meant nothing to you?

To tell me that you were sleeping with my husband?

I'm so sorry.

Tell his son that you are sorry.

I don't want to hear it.

Since you wanted to sleep with him so badly...

why don't you go and lie next to him in his grave?

Oh, of course, you don't even know

where your true love is buried.

Why would they have told you?

You're not his widow.

What were you to him?

You were nothing.

Then why did he move to Moscow to be with me?

Stop it.

Stop it, Sergey.

[Luisa sobs]

No.

What you felt...

and what I felt was the same thing.

My love...

was no lesser than your love.

You made my life a disgrace.

You made my life a disgrace.

I trusted you my whole life.

How could I have told you?

[Luisa sobs]

How could I have told you?

I married him.

Don't you understand that?

[Luisa sobs]

[she breathes deeply]

Here.

Take these before you go.

I have no use for them.

[knock at door]

Not in front of him.

- Oh.
- Oh, Luisa.

I'm so sorry, I didn't know you had company.

I'll come by later.

Hi, Serjozha.

Did Daddy come back with you?

No.

But why?

We already talked about this.

Daddy's gone to live in heaven.

But why?

Because...

Because he had to.

But when is Daddy coming back?

Serjozha.

Get me the shoes, please.

Show me. What is this?

Pyew! Pew!

[Roman] Sergey...

I have to choose the only place
where I still feel free.

The sky.

Please... don't wait for me.

Forget me.

I shall always think of you, Sergey.

No matter what life may bring,

I will always be there with you.

[music: Stravinsky - Firebird (Final)]

[music soars and ends]

[door opens]

[door closes]