Original subtitles

(Anna Golovyznina - "Drunk groove")

(Anita, in a whisper) -Happy birthday!

(club music)

-Feast in Time of Plague.

-Every day we walk like it’s the last time.

(Kostya) - Have a fun, fun evening everyone!

Yes, everyone drank!

We drink, drink, drink to the bottom.

Remember once and for all.

Rule number one: anything is possible on our birthday.

Only negativity, freebies and whining are prohibited .

Rule two, and this is strong advice:

"no" at our party means strictly "no".

This is a territory of love and pacifism, a zone.

Dance, party, f***!

(raps)

-Not mediocre, bitch. -Are you talking about yourself, or what?

Oh baby.

(Daryus) -The witch looked sad.

-I don't care. Your client - go deal with her yourself.

- Well, yes, like cutting money, you are always there.

And when you go and lick your ass, it’s immediately “your client.”

(Ilya) -What's the fuss about, girls?

-Girls in the sandbox, we have a problem.

The main witch became sad.

-Oh, the day will come

When will I stop doing these corporate things?

-Folklore: they give - take, they hit - run. Everything is the same.

-Okay, you're no use. Where is the promised Sabbath?

Let's turn on plan B.

I’ll go trade face myself.

(Olga) -Oh, my love!

Where does she get such outfits, from confiscated goods, or what?

Directly Viktyuk.

By the way, how many fingers would you give to fuck her?

-No one.

-It's a pity. -Yes.

Organ trafficking is not an easy matter.

She's just an interesting specimen.

-Well, you liked those.

-Not without it.

I liked you too.

You are also an interesting specimen.

(raps)

-I need to know what Chistyakov did the last two weeks before his death.

-Well, we Googled it.

-Rough. -What goes around comes around.

(Electonic music)

(Karina) -Darling, I congratulate you.

-Thank you.

-My husband asked me to convey my most heartfelt congratulations.

Unfortunately, he had to leave urgently.

-Sadly.

Do you guard so that no one gets dragged away?

-My direct responsibility.

-Yes of course.

-You also watch your bird very closely.

- My bird!

My bird can do whatever he wants.

Today.

Please convey my heartfelt gratitude to your husband.

-Necessarily. -Good evening.

-I'll say hello to my friends and come back.

(rhythmic music)

-Well hello.

-Do me a favor and let me pass.

-You see how well everything turned out in the end .

New husband, new life. Do not thank.

-Someday I will hire the most unprofessional killer,

who will kill you long and stupidly.

- Huh?

-Some day. -I'm afraid, I'm afraid.

-Dance for me.

Let's!

-Wonderful night.

Do you like everything?

-Wonderful. Public, service.

-Now the show is about to start, let’s light it up.

Well, if you want to relax...

From the VIP room.

This is my gift.

Especially for you.

-I hope not for my money?

-You have a bad opinion of me.

Scraped from the budget

my film.

Rumor.

-Boldly.

-Generously.

(Ilona laughs)

-I don't like it here. -Is it true?

-Yes! -Just relax, let's have a drink.

-I’m relaxed, the whole room doesn’t affect me.

-Girl, please.

You are the most beautiful and smartest here, let's have a blast.

-What outright flattery!

- Yes, absolutely, absolutely.

Come on, I'll show you something.

-What can you show?

-Matveeva, little doll!

That's it, stop Muinu.

Let's go to work.

It's good to have fun, come on.

-Give me some water, please.

-What?

What is this?

-Just drink it.

-Sure?

- Listen!

But now the fun begins.

(sensual music)

-Dianochka,

I think I've matured.

There's such a fun atmosphere here.

-Ripe for a deal? -Yes.

-We can conclude it right now.

-Yes?

-I think those girls over there won’t refuse you.

-Oh, you bitch!

You know how to get your way.

But I will also launch my boat into your harbor.

-Marina!

(Lyudmila) -Where is everything bright and wild?

-You are the bright and wild one. What, you don't like dancing?

-We can dance anywhere.

-Uh! Why are you so hot?

-I'm bright and wild, I want extreme sports.

(mysterious music)

(rhythmic music)

-Are you having fun?

-I? Yes.

-Well done.

I need you to talk to Lyudmila Petrovna.

But not on my initiative, but on my own, so to speak.

-What about me? Go talk to her yourself.

-She won't talk to me. -Well, what about me?

-If only someone had gently pushed her to a certain decision,

It would be wonderful, but then I’ll do everything myself.

One-time promotion. For a generous fee. I'm kind today.

-He’s kind! Fuck you...

-A good suit.

I guess you don't want everyone to know about your dirty little secret.

Especially Lyudmila Petrovna. I'm right?

Well? - I want my destiny.

-Fair. I always knew you were a smart guy. Have a nice evening.

- Karisha...

We're having an evening of dancing, not singing.

Yes?

Work.

Well done.

- The cat is out of the house - the mice dance.

Are you really allowed to go to such gatherings now?

Won't the diamond of your heart get jealous?

- Directly a meeting of graduates.

We began to cross paths suspiciously often.

How are you doing?

-It's nice to hear that you're still interested in this.

Have you got any problems?

Do you need help?

-Well, if you are ready to become the father of my child, then help me.

-Afraid...

Hamid will not bless us.

-I was joking.

You need to give birth from a loved one.

-I agree with you on this.

-It was nice to see you.

-For the rest you can count on me.

(sensual music)

(Arkady groans)

(Arkady groans)

-Oh oh...

Shh-shh-shh! Quiet, quiet...

- Zae***, but not broken.

It’s okay, somehow the whole world will scrape together money for the movie.

Well, this personal life...

Then Kostya told me what he told me?

Think about it, he says:

“Which one of you, Uncle Darius, would make a good dad?”

(laughs) Where am I and where are the children?

(thoughtfully) Where am I and where are the children...

But, bitch, it hit me right in the heart.

The only thing I regret in my f***ing life is

that I don’t have them and, it seems, never will.

Yes, and by the way, you -

Aren't you giving birth?

What do you have now?

hot male.

This can kill a whole brood.

And what? And there they would have already thrown, thrown one for me to raise.

Uncle Darius would quickly get you out of it

made a rock star.

What?

-It’s not working yet.

-The fuck is this?

-I think everything is fine.

-Listen, if you’re fine, then maybe there’s something wrong with him?

I don't want to say anything bad.

Maybe there's something to be done with him there?

Tadpoles are lazy losers.

-Listen, I sometimes think.

Maybe take a good settlement after the divorce

and live for yourself?

(grins)

-You will only live in the next world for yourself.

You can't live without a fight.

You're a warrior. Yes.

-No.

We don't work.

Let's rest.

My day. Let's rest.

(Kostya) -How much longer?

-What are you doing? Go get changed.

You walk like you're on Easter Island.

We're here with an old friend...

chatted a little.

-The nostalgic club is no longer the same.

(laughs) - Is that normal?

Hamlo, go ahead, go.

There, too... son.

Talented, bitch.

-I'm so tired of fighting.

All my life with pinched buns.

At first she tried to get out of her Mukhosransk ,

then from Phil, then from Pasha.

Just relaxed - that's it.

-Understand.

Our buns are not particularly relaxing.

But believe me, you are not the only one.

So you climb, you climb from bottom to top, from bottom to top,

You’ve been climbing like this all your life, they said there’s honey there.

I got out and looked and there was the same shit all around,

but life passed, flashed by like a train.

And you can’t pull the stop valve, although sometimes you really want to.

Listen, start the baby, baby, while it's at its peak.

Take life by the horns.

You are, of course, a beauty to me.

There is a brain, and a voice, and talent, but...

Seagulls around -

like uncut dogs, you know.

We have a branch of Rublyovka here.

All the same in the arena.

I'm like your friend.

-Well, of course, it was something with something,

just like Demi Moore in '95.

What are you drinking, champagne?

-Thank you.

- Shampoo and vodka.

And I’m probably a little cold.

Well, not 3.68, of course.

but maybe we can go and break the record?

-After this you need to take a break.

So what about Feshin?

-Come on, for the birthday girl.

Did you also sleep with Aleev?

-No, I like you better.

-Okay, bug.

I like you too.

I'm buying. But in return I count on regular lectures about art,

as you can.

-I'll be a minute. -Yes Yes.

-Oh God, I'm so clumsy! Sorry.

-What are you, glad to help.

-You have such an interesting accent. Where are you from?

-From Turkey. -I love Turkish TV series so much!

Is Mr. Abbs here too? -Do you know Mr. Abbs?

- No, of course, but I would really like to.

-I'm afraid he's not as interested in you as you are in me.

-Understand. Is he not interested in art either?

I have something to show Mr Abbs.

And you too.

-Go.

(psychedelic music)

(Olga) -Is everything okay?

-More than. -Well that's just wonderful.

-This Bulavkin turned out to be a fat client.

-Well, what do you want - a former warrant officer who married favorably.

-Where is the glass?

I'll have a glass.

-What are we celebrating, girl? Go to work.

-Why on earth? I'm not a kept woman. -And who is the gallery owner?

It's part of your job, honey.

And don't make me constantly remind you of this.

Until I see an SMS about the receipt of money in the account,

you will be a kept woman.

(Slow music)

-Beautiful.

Through immense dangers and obstacles, of which there are no numbers.

I understand why you did it.

(Elena) -One awkward movement -

and your whole life goes wrong.

-I'm glad to see you, Gleb.

(Ilya) -How to get freedom,

when you can't overcome your fear.

Don't be sorry, let go.

(Elena) -Only those who control themselves are free.

-It's just our choice.

You will go with me?

-Where?

-The world is big.

-I can't. -And I can.

Give your number.

If that's what you're looking for, of course. One call.

-It was interesting. -Hm!

-You have such a heavy fatal look.

-And your lower lip is so strange.

- Is it necessary to bite? -You're not a master of compliments either.

-And I found a loophole.

If you prove that Chistyakov died a natural death, the inheritance is yours.

-Is it true? -Yes.

-Thank you.

-There will be no thanks, as I understand?

-Talk to me. -Back off!

-Bead, thank God, here you are. Let's go to.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-I hate it! I hate it!

-Look at me. -What have you done!

-So, Mila, what should I do with you?

Hey, it's okay, look at me.

Look at me. -Look at me!

-What are you doing? -It is hot here.

-What are you doing, calm down. -Look at you!

-What do you want? -No, you don’t need anything.

-No, you all need something from me.

-Pull yourself together, please. -You all need something from me!

-Come with me! Get up, get ready. Sweet!

Well, sit here! Will you sit here?

- Faster.

Quickly, quickly.

(Kostya, tiredly) - Uh... Oh...

Alla is tired.

Katya, what are you doing?

Katya, you... you... What are you doing, Katya?

Katya, are you unstuck?

Katya, what are you doing, Katyusha!

(Katya sobs)

Quiet, don't cry, Katya.

Kat, well, he’s already dead, what can you do, Kat.

Katyusha, do you hear? Do not Cry. -Yes.

-Lord, what kind of life do we have?

(Katya sobs)

(sobs)

(moans)

- That's it, that's it, I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Come on, get up. Get up, my sweetness, come with me.

My sweet, let's go. Let's go to.

Here are my hands, here are your hands, that’s it.

It's okay, everything is fine, look at me.

That's how beautiful she is.

-Happy birthday.

-This

and this.

-Congratulations.

-So, brothers, are you all ready?

Let's start, let's start, let's start!

Bitch, I told you a hundred times - no programs with me!

Let's start already!

Start the 15th track already. - 15th launch.

-So, take off the light slowly! -Take it off.

-Slowly we turn down the light.

Turn on the track, let's go. Turn it on!

(sensual music)

Spots are walking all the time, all the time.

Wake up, I'm telling you.

We feel, we feel. That's it, look.

-It's getting hot.

- Let's get ahead, b***. -Let's go ahead.

-Let's go ahead! Tell the pyrotechnicians. Let them disperse.

(sensual music)

Real art.

Oh***.

(Kostya) -He's coming, he's coming!

Happy Birthday to you...

(all) -Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, Ilona,

happy Birthday to you!

(dark music)

-Once you sang badly, without fire.