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(plays drums)

(the phone rings)

(speeds up drumming)

(phone continues to ring)

(in English) -Listen, the mark is in Gleb’s house, and it’s not moving.

-Why did she go there?

-Are you asking me?

-Well, maybe they're just fucking. -What is it?

-What are you doing there? -Why are you Russians like this?

-Okay, go and get her out of there.

-I don't have such powers.

Voitovsky Vladislav Sergeevich.

-Fine.

Don't interfere, I'll decide.

- Damn amateurs.

(dark music)

-Let's see.

-I forbade you to come here.

-He is at home? -No.

-Do you understand how much I risk? -Understand.

-Olya, please, let's leave, I'm afraid.

-With a bare butt? Sorry honey, that's not my style.

-Dead people don’t need money, you don’t know her well.

-And you don’t know me well.

Could I really drag you into something that I didn’t calculate in advance?

(doorbell)

(Anna Golovyznina - "Drunk groove")

-You tore my panties. -Buy new ones.

-I have a small request for you.

-I thought you just wanted to have sex with me.

-Ilona Wagner is having a birthday party.

I wish we could go there together.

-I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.

-I need to get promoted in the local elite, you won’t refuse me, will you?

Strong men never refuse to help little girls.

Beautiful house.

But empty.

I could recommend a couple of canvases.

-What are you, an artist, or what? -Art critic.

I work with rare paintings.

-Nothing changes.

-In painting?

Yes, this is a very good investment.

Where's the shower?

-Joke. My husband returned from a business trip.

-The girl needed moral support.

-Apparently, morality alone was not enough?

We agreed not to bring anyone here.

-Since when did you become a prude?

I didn’t bring her, she came herself.

What did you buy for dinner, honey?

Oops.

Fish.

(quiet moan)

(cough)

(cough)

-Lost?

(doorbell)

(cough, wheezing)

-What the hell is going on there?

-We received a signal. Your alarm went off.

-I'm fine.

-Sure. We should check to see if anything is wrong.

-Sorry, it's probably me. I forgot my password and pressed everything.

-Okay, sorry for disturbing you. -It's your job, I understand.

-Well, will you take me to Ilona’s for my birthday?

Look how good I am to you.

- Fak, fak, fak!

(speaking English) -I thought we agreed.

-About what?

-Get Lena out.

I need her.

-And why do you need it?

-I fell in love.

-Fell in love - figure it out yourself.

-Are you playing with me? Are you playing with me?

Do not even try.

Why did she go there? Did you send?

-She knows what she's doing.

-And what?

Tell me, otherwise I'm confused. The beacon has not moved for three hours.

-How many? -Since lunch.

And another girl came.

How do you Russians work? Do you give a shit about your agent?

And if he killed her, does it matter too? -Calmly.

You're on my territory.

Careful, dude.

I said, I'll figure it out - and I will figure it out.

-Well, of course.

(doorbell)

-You are very stuffy, Vlad. Stuffy and persistent.

This all sounds a lot like bad déjà vu.

-You were released under certain conditions: do not get close to Chistyakov.

You violated them. -I didn’t break anything, but I’ll repeat:

We will not communicate on this topic without a lawyer .

-Where is Elena Shirokova?

I need to look around the house. -Do you have a warrant?

-If you don’t let me in now, it will be regarded as a kidnapping.

Her phone billing shows she's here.

Gleb, you are already on probation.

Your position is very precarious, and I do not advise you to argue.

(Gleb) -If I didn’t finish the job,

that doesn't mean I'll talk to you.

- Gleb, please. -Shirokova, disappear from my life.

-I'm waiting for interrogation in the Chistyakov case.

What's happened?

(Elena) -Nothing.

-I can put him in jail, I need to remove the beatings,

to write an application. -Don't go near him.

-Take her home.

-High relations?

First down the aisle, then to prison.

(soft music)

-Hello here?

The soil?

Coffee please.

Thank you.

(cries silently)

(sighs)

(in English) -Is this your house?

Go to sleep.

Okay, okay, everything's fine.

(sobs)

Quiet, quiet.

Everything is fine.

- “Having completed half of my earthly life,

I found myself in a dark forest.

He is so bitter that death is almost sweeter."

Dante.

(quiet organ music)

Death is such a transition system.

When one system of existence ends

and another one appears.

Such a system is needed for relatively low worlds.

In high and moral worlds it is absent.

In such worlds there is a simple transition from one level to another,

which already realizes the essence of the transition.

This is the same essence of death,

but only qualitatively changed.

Gaining new energy

and passed into eternal existence.

-Yes, yes, I understand.

-We offer

make this transition as beautiful as possible.

Coffin made of red gilded oak,

live music,

invited media personalities.

Exclusive online farewell and burial ceremony.

For friends of the deceased who left Russia,

we immediately immerse the spirit of your deceased spouse

into the information space.

Well look.

Our deceased.

Ivan Ivanovich

Ivanov.

Pyotr Petrovich

Petrov.

Sydor Sydorovich

Sidorov.

-I don’t have that kind of money now.

Judicial delays.

-Perhaps one of your relatives will be ready to help you.

-It is unlikely.

-In this case, I can recommend that you take out a loan.

-Are there simpler options?

-I feel like they want to suck all the energy out of me . Well, money.

-Who? I hope so? -Children.

You, of course, too.

They believe that they must devote their whole life to them, as if they don’t have their own.

So you raise them, you think - okay, now they’ll start doing something on their own.

No. They think they have to provide for them until the end of their days .

-Why are you angry? -I'm not angry.

-Don’t be angry, boss, it’s the first day or something.

-I need a dopamine injection. -Come here.

-ABOUT!

-Hello. -Hello.

-Wide?

-Please. -Let's.

-With plus 33 black we place a bet, please.

-I want 30. At 30.

There. Oops!

-Finish betting.

Thank you, bets are placed.

Three is red.

-We need to invite Mila and her boyfriend

to Ilona's party.

-Ilya, this is not a matinee, the FSO checks the lists there.

-And you try.

Nice styling, it suits you.

- Oh, Darius.

-We need to reduce the budget for the party.

Vodka.

No money.

-Standard conversation between producer and client, right?

-More. I am the director, and you are the performer.

I need to take out three straps from there.

My shift is on fire.

-Well, this is not a movie for you. You can't make candy out of shit and sticks.

-Olya!

Now is not the time to fuck off.

You need to work, work.

You would never receive such an order in your life, I brought it to you.

So come on, spin

fluffy predatory animal.

And don't forget that you are a hamster on a wheel. (message tone)

More.

-I'll go spin around.

ABOUT...

What about the models? -Are waiting.

-We'll cut it short. 7th, 8th, 12th - thanks to the rest.

(Daryus) - Things must be done, gentlemen.

Your vodka is delicious.

To the brim.

(stadium noise)

(rapid breathing)

(moans)

-How good.

-Are you friends with the prosecutor? I need to contest the will.

-I won’t call Sergei Sergeich for such a trifle , go to a lawyer.

-Then I’ll fuck with a lawyer, which I’m trying to do for such a little thing.

(sighs) The lawyer is shit.

She says that Pasha's mother will get everything,

because Pasha did not die a natural death. And I'm in flight.

(yawns)

-What, did your husband leave you without money?

What is the score?

-Can you put your phone number on the card?

(stadium noise)

-Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Still, Derenko is powerful.

Not there, load it right away, yes!

-Thank you, bets are placed.

- That's it, right? Did it go?

Redistribution of global capital.

According to Marx?

(dealer) -Six black.

-We will start a revolution. -Exchange.

-That's right, double it. In the morning - why waste time on trifles?

-Listen, housekeeper gnome, shut up. Why are you so stuffy?

Are you pretending to be your husband? It doesn't suit you.

-Not only is he a gnome, he’s also stuffy. -Economy

So!

Because.

Seventeen.

I'll tell you this: there is only one life, understand?

No one will tell you this except me.

And do you know how to live it? -How?

Well, in short, have fun and don’t whine.

Let's go get some chips.

-Spin from six black, please place your bets.

Stop betting.

Bets are placed, thank you.

17 black. -Eat!

(laughs) That's it!

(Alex) - Great.

-Come here, come on, come on. -You don’t have to go get the chips.

-Do you understand how it works? - That's it, that's it.

-Congratulations on your win.

-Thank you, but no one is happy for me.

-Pavel loved St. Petersburg very much.

I remembered this right now.

He asked, if he died, to scatter his ashes over the Neva.

He said that he wanted to become the wind.

(sighs)

-So what did you choose?

-Cremation.

(Mila) -I didn’t just play like that!

I played according to the system.

And according to this system, you need to stop in time and clear the cache.

-Thank God, because I thought - that’s it, Alyoshka’s sneakers carried him.

Now, I think, jewelry, then a car, then a house, then everything,

and then under the bridge on an air mattress. -You wouldn't have stayed with me under the bridge.

-A! Yes, I'm cunning.

-You are insidious, only the elevator is transparent.

-And what will you spend the winnings on?

-Mmmm... What would you spend it on?

-What do I have to do with it?

Well, maybe it’s true - Grishka needs to study?

Son after all. -Oh, boring!

-Does this one go around bawling? Why am I boring right away?

-You said correctly - let them earn it themselves.

Yes? -Yeah. That's it.

(singing) Then we spend money without kids!

We spend money without children, children go to earn money themselves.

-Sami! -Or maybe go to the casino again?

- For sweets.

-Oh, you are my sweetie.

-Why did you let her in? -I didn't let her in.

- Gleb, everyone is behind us.

She probably works for the cops or the FSB. What were you thinking?

-Quiet. -What do you mean "quieter"?

You're already on the ropes.

What if they write you down as the main suspect?

You, you know, have plenty of reasons. -Not only for me, Yura.

The fact that Chistyakov would not die a natural death was written on his forehead - he played dirty.

What has he been doing lately?

-I messed around with some chemists, I don’t know.

Better tell me how to get you off this time ?

-You didn’t excuse me, I made an agreement with them myself.

I won’t let myself be imprisoned again, okay?

(knock on the door)

(Elena) - It can’t be that nothing happened.

But this is not Gleb.

I'm sure.

What versions do we still have?

-I brought some coffee.

-Thank you.

-What can you say about Olga Krutova?

-Olya is a dark horse.

She worked for Chistyakov, among other things. She was his ears and eyes.

And before that - in escort.

Resolved matters with big guys.

I saw a selection of deaths of businessmen in the 2000s.

Among them are a large number of her clients.

Many of them communicated in the same circle.

-Murder?

-Well, she definitely has experience.

-Arkady!

I'm so glad to see you.

-And you...

Who?

-At the White Party you were more persistent.

Olga.

-A! Football player.

What did you come with?

Feed and caress?

-Arkady, help.

I know that you are a caring and very influential man.

Who, moreover, is interested in art.

-Am I interested in art? Let us suppose.

It depends on what is considered art here.

-The fact is that I am a co-owner of UniArt Gallery,

and we need to safely transport the exhibits to Europe for the exhibition.

Can you help?

-Wow.

Soccer player-gallery artist.

(laughs)

So what are you doing?

Make an official request , etc., etc.

We will consider all this - with passion.

-Arkady, but you remember what happened to the Morozov collection.

I don't want to be in a situation like this.

And I’m terribly afraid of all these confiscations.

Help, please, and I will not remain in debt.

-Do you have anything to offer?

(Gleb) -What do you want, Katerina?

-And you have nothing.

It's empty.

Do you know why I was cleared of suspicion of Pasha's murder?

We learned that in the event of his unnatural death

I don't get anything.

-And what?

-Well... Actually, I have a bare ass now.

-What do I have to do with it?

-Help me.

-You are at the wrong address. We barely know each other.

-Why?

You are not married, I am not married either, we have a lot in common.

-You are like a baby, Katya.

Monstrous appetite at one end - and complete irresponsibility at the other.

Find yourself another breast

and suck it.

-A man for me too.

Well, at least help me find a decent lawyer.

Can you do this?

- Gleb, we have to go.

-Oh, Yuri!

(playfully) I need your advice.

-I will be happy to advise you.

(Olga) -Oh sport, you are life.

(laugh)

-I thought we were going to see you. -Well, we came to me.

My gallery.

-Oh!

ABOUT!

And I remember you.

Why didn’t you say it right away?

-Diana Iskritskaya, specialist in various fields of art.

Surprise.

(Diana) - Feshin is Repina's disciple.

(Arkady) -Fashion?

(Diana, smiling) -Feshin.

Look at the expression.

Although he was considered a Wanderer,

but he was different, more complex, uniquely thinking.

-Why did you turn me off then?

-The tackle was not very good.

If you would talk to me about art, I would think about it.

- “I’m not a match for Arkasha.” Look at this fool.

Well, that's fate

everything was put in its place.

Well, what about Repin, student? -Yes.

The plot had no independent value for him ,

but was just a good reason for...

relaxed and...

brilliant painting. -Yes.

-For...

peculiar...

compositional discoveries.

- Listen.

Of course, very original.

So what, she needs to be taken out?

-No, we sell it.

Silently.

(whispers) This is a very rare specimen.

-Well, how much is this Feshin of yours?

- Rubles.

- This is...

A little expensive.

In general, I’m not interested in art at all .

-Ah, Arkady.

You need to create your life as art.

This is the only way to love her.

The price for you is symbolic.

By the way, deputy Alyaev was interested in the canvas,

I was ready to buy it for twice the price.

-Vitka?

Bitch, cunning, eccentric.

In general, the picture is, of course, amazing. -Yes Yes.

- Yes...

I would just change the frame.

Do you have a cat?

(slow cello music)

(Katya) -You've already decided...

less

will you?

(Daryus) -Borenka, let’s crawl, come on.

Crawl slowly, crawl hard.

Yes, yes, slowly, even slower, heavily, like a bleeding partisan, Borenka.

Crawl, dear, crawl... Don't jump, bitch!

Don't jump, crawl slowly.

Yes-yes-yes, ride, ride.

Run on the lobe, on the lobe.

On the lobe!

Motherfucker, stop!

Listen, do something

I’ve already spent half a shift on this pissing ear, I can’t see it anymore.

Borya, what are you looking at there?

Are you kidding me, bitch? What are you looking at there? Sun!

Where did you find it? We skim the milk.

Borya, are you a moron? I'm talking to you! You're a moron, tell me?

He eats sausage! Are you an artist or what?

I ask you to hit my earlobe, I...

On your earlobe! Where is the earlobe? Explain to him, Google it there!

Where is the tragus, under the tragus. Am I an ear-nose-throat guy - explaining all this bullshit to him?

Borya! -Oh, damn it, hat!

-"Hat"! Shut up, hat.

Hit your earlobe, hit your earlobe, do you hear?

He eats sausage.

- Let's film, guys, everyone lined up, made adjustments, got ready.

Let's get ready for the shoot, guys, let's move faster, it's already six o'clock.

-Give me the radio.

Valerie, to the brim. -Give the radio to the director.

-Another number 69 - are you kidding me, bitch?

Ready? Go.

(alert music)

Wait wait.

Where are the wind turbines? Four wind turbines.

(in English) -My condolences.

Shall we talk?

-She's gone completely crazy, or what?

Darius, is it normal?

-The engine is running. -Wait, what's going on?

She's gone completely crazy, hasn't she? -We don’t have an actress in the frame.

- We didn't have an actress, don't worry.

Put my ear back in the frame, quickly!

-Do you know that your husband has a secret apartment?

-No, where?

(knock) -Katya, onto the platform!

- Fuck off, I'm on a biopause.

-I...

I'll tell you where she is,

if you help me get there.

-Why do I need it?

-You need money, right?

So much money.

-What do you need?

-Just...

Pavel

didn't have time to tell me...

some documents - most likely they are there.

-Good afternoon. How can I help you?

-I’m Pavel Chistyakov’s wife, I need to pick up some things.

Here are the documents.

-Sorry...

Only the owner has access.

-My husband is dead.

-Wow. I'm really sorry.

But in this case, you can only enter by court order.

- Okay.

(in Russian) Seriously?

-Ask.

-Keys.

Thank you. -I wanted more...

- Well, n***! For fuck's sake, mansions!

(in English) -Your husband was not a poor man.

- What a bitch, huh!

-Voila.

-Hamid won't come to dinner.

-What's happened? -He's not in the mood.

-I want to talk to him. -It's not worth it.

-Should I make an appointment with my husband?

Tell him I'm ovulating today.

-Ovulation was 22 days ago.

-I'll take it as a keepsake.

-Are you awake?

-Do you know who is it?

Hamid Abbs.

Billionaire, one of the largest developers in the world.

-I know, so what? -This person will buy our masterpiece.

-Where did you get the idea?

-Have you heard that works of art carry a special aura?

And that it should complement the owner’s aura.

I can already see how his aura intertwines with the aura of the canvas.

I realized that it was he himself depicted in the picture.

His previous reincarnation.

-I used to be somehow touched by your madness.

Now it scares me, horror.

Horror, horror.

- Suffocated!