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True Talk start-up founder Denis Titov has announced being pressurised by special forces.

Thought they've got themselves a snitch

Certain people called, need to dig under him.

This is a friend of mine.

Have you taken up this calling to do things like that?

get the hell out.

We've got a person gone missing

- Maybe you can declare a search now? — Nah.

Forgotten me, have you?

don't remember?

Leave the lad be, witch.

I found a spot, where there's signal.

I'll tune in for a report at Radio Freedom.

I just love fishing.

And the best bait for a fish is a maggot.

And the very best of maggots thrive in brains.

Rise! You have to forgive my sins here.

I bestow upon thee the cure.

It passed.

You'll help me get her into the car, and then get to your people.

Bring them here, and then wait for me.

Marshes [Redemption]

Jesus…

Oh, come on, it's all right.

Where were you?

I went out.

Denis, we were all worried sick here.

Been to the monastery…

all good.

Headache's gone.

It all passed.

Well, if that's true…

Complete relief, you know.

Well, I'm glad, if so.

I got some gas.

Are you going to the monastery?

Let me drive you?

And then we can even go home.

Dan, is that you?

Hello.

You came back…

Shit, look at those threads.

What's that blood?

I had a nose bleed.

I told you, he'd be ok,

he's made of that

which does not drown nor burn. Yeah, right, Denny?

Yeah.

Check it out, neat.

You guys heading to the monastery?

I'll come with.

Give me five minutes.

Well, ten minutes tops.

— Need to have a quick chat with someone. — Max, please, yeah? Just don't start…

I've figured out this master of yours.

You guys won't believe what is going on around here.

Figured out how?

Nothing at all Supernatural here, bunnies, full on Criminal Minds.

Just got one more thing to clear up, I'll be right back, wait.

Ari!

Wait, wait, wait!

Wait. Wait just one minute.

«The management of Porozhsky Chemical Combine invited their employees from surrounding villages

Fields, Upper Wood, Marshes and Glazanicha to a fishing trip

in order to quell doubts regarding the quality of water

that is being dumped by the combine into Onega river and its tributaries». Wait up.

«The haul has been rich: pikes, beams and crucians. A broth was made using water from the river.».

There's the kettle of fish.

So what?

Isn't that the same G-wagon,

that drove around here earlier?

Oh look, there's your mom, by the way.

Stop playing dumb already.

This goblin here met us at the station. In person. Savvy?

Looked like a random drunk.

Came on a shitty rattle trap, and here, look at him, fucking smart.

So what does this mean?

We've got ourselves a death race?

Means, either I manage to put a spotlight on him, or he whacks me.

The only chance is to throw this all in today's news.

I swear to you, I won't throw you to the wolves.

Just tell me what kind of crap is going on around here?

I just can't quite put it all together myself.

Please, tell me.

I mean, you do know.

I can see you know.

Will you stay with me?

Yeah, I will, promise.

Cross my heart?

Maxim, can you explain this again, please, I haven't quite understood.

The CEO of this local fuck-hole of a combine here

Mister Alyabyev something... V. V.

How do you know this?

I've conducted investigation.

Hold up, investigation, you say... Curious.

So what is this then?

I mean... So we've got a plant manager here,

who drives around villages chopping people's heads off, is that it?

— Very curious! — Why would you think he's chopping anything off?

This is all fucking bullshit! Bullshit, I say!

Bullshit, is it? Don't fall apart, I've a question for you as well.

You knew where we were going, right?

You knew where you were taking us.

— Denis! — Yeah?

No.

Get your phone out, and repeat this with True Talk on.

Max, is this really necessary right now?

Recognize?

Well, you must have right away, yeah?

He does look a bit like the guy who met us.

Yeah! The guy who met us. Alyabyev V.V. As a fucking proletarian.

See how handsome he is here?

Fuck.

Come here.

— What? — Come on, come on out.

— What is this? You want to fight? — Come here, come. Come on!

All right, let's have at it.

What the fuck do you want from me, huh?

How the fuck do I know, huh? How would I know.

Why the fuck do you keep asking me about that?

— Easy, easy… — Alyabyev V. V... Some fishing trip.

It doesn't explain anything.

— Doesn't explain what? — Nothing at all.

Well, then let's hear your explanation. You ought to have one.

Pull out your sodding True Talk and swear that you didn't know why you brought us here.

Fine.

Fuck y'all.

— Battery's going to die. — Don't worry. We won't take long.

I swear I didn't know where I was taking you,

and I fucking swear, I didn't know what I'm getting you into.

There. Ya happy?

You know how to screw this thing, don't you, cheater?

Look, I don't even care, Denny, just tell the truth to yourself.

— The truth? — Yes.

Truth... you tell me,

why did you come here?

Yeah, I'm a moron, a jerk for bringing you here.

But your ass prevented us from leaving while we had time.

All right, the truth.

I came here for you.

Wanted to figure out who you really are.

«Mos'ka» needed dirt on you,

I told them to fuck off.

Wanted to make your profile for Radio Freedom,

a model of a fucking modern day hero.

Fucking protector of the common folk.

And you turned out to be a douche bag.

Denny not worth a penny.

And you don't give a shit about people. Yes.

But somehow I still pity you.

You pity me?

I pity you, sodding wanker that you are.

You came here for nothing and you'll die in vain.

You think so?

And the feds never wanted anything.

Everyone is screwed.

The show is over.

And your sacrifice was in vain.

You could've kept your ass warm

and keep fuelling the welfare of the regime.

Meaning?

I've sorted it already.

Sorted how?

How else. There is only one way things can be sorted with the feds in our country.

Everything else is just for show, mate.

This trip of yours - special assignment, for show.

Get it?

You were playing some kind of spy here…

I mean, look at you,

you're a stupid hillbilly.

«Freedom»…

You can stick that Freedom right up your ass, you got it?

Your bitch ass would do anything just to put your fucking mug on the TV.

Not "anything". And not "as you please."

I don't want to be fucked through the backdoor.

Listen, so you're of no interest to me at all then.

The serial killer has much more value.

I've found a fucking story here,

that will let me state my claim.

So?

Not propaganda and not some crap fed by cops.

A rare thing these days.

So thank you very much, Denny, for taking me with you.

Look at your shit.

Battery died.

You know what, fuck it...

Where're you going, mate?

Sony, wait up!

Hey, are you mad? Nah, man, come back, come back.

Our Vitalik

he's always been that way.

Meant for more than this village of ours.

Always buried in his books.

Always wanted to leave.

Kept telling me and the old man:

I'll leave one day and take you along to live in the city.

Mommy,

it's me - Vitalik.

You don't recognize me?

We're better off here.

Got the garden, self sufficient.

The combine pays us premium pension.

What's over there... we'll be a burden.

Mommy doesn't recognize me…

That wife of his…

One stern wench.

Raising the kids as if they were in Nakhimov Academy.

Our Vitalik is no less

a strong character.

Always has his way.

Mommy,

why go over it all the time, I am here, there's no need to go anywhere.

What are you talking about, what the hell are you talking about?

What kind of shit you're talking about?

He waited and called and keeps calling.

It's us who won't go, and he waits.

And that cunt of his can shove her opinions.

What she likes, what she dislikes.

That minge crab louse.

Curse you all!

Curse her and curse all of you along with her!

Calm the fuck down!

Watch your blood pressure.

I have Venny at least.

Apart from this,

- what else do I need? - Remember father...

I remember him too.

I have him right in here.

Say Good Evening...

Say Good Evening...

Say Good Evening...

Sony dear, good evening!

Sony! Sonka!

I saw the priest.

Alive…

Are you serious right now?

Of course, hop in I'll give you a lift.

Another resurrection.

Miraculous place it turns out.

What, you didn't believe?

— Let me in, please. — I did, I did believe. Sure, same story this…

— Let me go. — Same story as with the parrot.

— What story? — Mass psychosis.

The gran can't accept her old man's death.

The parrot's repeating his words, and the gran sees the old man instead.

And channels these raving to us somehow.

— How can this even be happening? — I kept thinking about it too.

No idea how can it be. Some kind of a psychedelic.

When gran wasn't around, we did see the parrot.

I think they're poisoning water with some hallucinogens.

Maybe they even brew LSD out there?

Madam,

s'il vous plait!

Well then, Godspeed…

Wait for me, kittens. Daddy's got work to do.

We're leaving here this evening. Tomorrow morning latest.

What do you mean leaving?

— What about Katya, Ellia? — Sony, Sonya!

Why didn't you leave with me back then?

— You know why. — Sony, Sony…

Tell me, do you think, in a parallel universe

we could've been together, if not for all this?

Huh?

What are you looking at?

The keys? I've found them.

They were under the seat, Sony.

I know I'm a shitty person, but tell me...

Could I've become someone else with you?

— You couldn't. — Sony, Sony!

I have a hook inside...

it's you.

It's you, Sonya. You're the hook.

Right, come on.

Oh, come on, come on now…

— Boo! — Stupid!

You're so stupid.

I swear to you, this story is simply unreal, it's top of the cream.

Kushevka and the Docent can't hold a candle to it. This is a complete clusterfuck.

Got any facture?

Yes, yes, I've got it.

— What kind? — Nah, I'm not telling.

What's the story?

Plant manager organizes a hunt of mere mortals.

Or maybe main shareholder, I'm not sure.

— Got any proof? — Yes, everything checks out.

I got pictures, recorded witnesses on tape.

So what do you want?

I want a live stream!

On the main website and that internet TV of yours.

What's the name…

It has to be Koltsov's case, got it?

Let us send our special correspondent.

Sure, darling, sure!

I have my fucking neck on the line here,

and you're gonna send a special correspondent to reap all the spoils?

Sod that. No, only my special report.

Also, translation to all of your languages, got it, yeah?

— Ok, I got you. — Cool, I'll hang!

What's that? Can't hear you, Koltsov.

I said I'll hang!

What's up, youths?

How's your life looking?

I came to collect evidence.

What evidence?

To take the vehicle you have stolen,

going to district centre.

The road's nice and dry.

The fuse got lit up your ass.

Couldn't wait another day, huh?

The hell do you want from me?

I act upon orders.

I've been told to collect the car, I'm taking it. Give me the keys.

Where's that reporter of yours?

I doubt he went over to pray?

What do you believe in, captain?

Me?

In cash.

Used to believe in people,

now - only cash.

I got you.

The hell have you got?

You got nothing on me.

Father Eli, this is a miracle!

Like Evangelion…

And I've doubted God's providence.

Such is our faith.

…what kind of faith is it,

that only holds on proof?

I only prayed for one thing, so she would come back to me and not ran anymore.

I missed you so much…

You always protected me against father, when we were kids.

Don't leave me, please…

I won't. Fine, let it be this kind of miracle.

I've always feared to be left alone…

How would I be without you?

Cursed we are.

Cursed.

— Max, are you there? — Yea-yeah. I'm here. Here I am. Yes.

Putin has a live Q&A, main time slot is all on him,

you're coming right after…

Yeah, the website is a go, but they need your media content, so upload it in.

Listen, Max, I went balls to the wall for this.

This better not be some fart effort.

Three o'clock - is this afternoon slot? Fucking hell, Iggy…

We're not about that.

Fine, do it. Nametag, my picture. I'll send the stuff.

A special report, right?

Are your sources trustworthy?

Trustworthy as fuck. Come on, dude...

I've filmed plenty also. This is proper stuff!

Write down the live stream number.

Yes, yes, yes. Go on, darling, I'm ready.

— Six. One. Six. — Six. One. Six.

— Twenty. — Twenty.

— Thirty one. — Thirty one.

Wait a sec...

VALENTIN PETROVICH Overlord Koltsov! The order on Titov is revoked. You're forgiven. Quit for a fine. Mos'ka awaits. Come crawlin...

To hell with you.

Oops!

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone, captain.

In due time.

Give it back. You've no right even during an arrest.

Fine, scribbler, peace.

Come,

fill our stomachs for the long road.

What road?

Well, you're going home, right? To Moscow, as I understand.

— Yeah. — Well then.

I brought all kinds of goodies.

A farewell party?

Yeah, something like that.

Dig in.

Maxy boy.

Let them go, you hear me?

This won't end well for you, holy father.

Sony, Sony, Sony, enough, enough.

Here's the thing:

if I don't get on the line with Moscow in three hours, we're all done for here.

Fuck it.

You idiot, he's gonna end us.

Girls, play nice.

Drink some water.

You know, I've had plenty already.

Drink, I said.

Got anything stronger, captain?

Think it'll help?

I think it will.

I'm not greedy.

Now we're talking.

It's the water.

Definitely the water.

What?

They're poisoning water, dumping something in it.

Drink a drop and hippity hop.

You're full of shit.

Yeah?

The captain always has his own bottle:

be it beer or vodka.

Full of shit.

And the hanged priest, look at him, downing vodka, not bullshit that?

What ever can it be then?

Some kind of a miracle?

What if it is a miracle?

Aw, you…

Sweet little romantics, my little mystics…

Miracle, miracle…

Who told you, any miracle is of God's work?

Those thirty years went by so fast.

And later - downhill.

Grey hair,

loneliness, feeble limbs

and dotage.

Cats or dogs.

Katya, what's with you?

So?

Found at last?

What?

The spot, I mean,

found it?

Or got a lead from somebody?

Found it, found it.

And already send something over to colleagues in Moscow.

Such as?

Such as witness testimonies.

Such as about yourself included.

What?

Aiding and abetting criminal activity

of one Alyabyev V. V., homicide of one or several people.

The cop is herding folk for him.

Cop sees it all.

He's like a ranger for him.

Yes. And many more curiosities in there.

All shipped out to Moscow, with names.

Are you drunk already?

But they have instructions: to wait for me.

If I don't go live, it all goes online.

With your name.

I've no clue what you're going on about.

You take us to the station right now.

And only after we get on a train, you, captain, can relax your buns.

And don't get mentioned on federal TV channels regarding the case of Alyabyev V. V.

Are you fucking, barmy?

What are you doing?

Why did you do that?

Alyabyev V. V.

And who were you expecting to see?

A horned demon?

Max.

Koltsov.

You can call me simply - the master.

That's my scarf.

I'm gonna call you the same,

as the whole country will soon be calling you.

The whole country will not call me anything,

storyteller.

Here, meet my son,

Ivan Vitalyevich.

He'll be your master, if and when I am no more.

Here we go again.

He's not keen on the subject.

I said "if" and "when".

Let's drink

to Ivan Vitalyevich.

To him who shall come after me.

And will be cooler.

Do not dare to desecrate temple of God.

Do not dare let in the enemy of Man.

You know what, holy father…

I am fed up with your whining.

Stand up!

Had this coming, holy father.

You think I fear death?

I've died plenty. I've begged for it.

As of salvation.

You haven't died yet.

You were practicing.

Run to the church, run!

— Kat, let's haul ass! — Come now…

Don't be afraid, Sashen'ka. You won't abandon me will you?

Sashen'ka... you won't?

I'm not leaving your side.

Let me go, you whore!

You won't abandon me?

— Give me the phone. — Why?

Give me your phone!

Who the hell's that?

My sister - Lisa.

Where'd she come from?

From beyond.

Lisa!

Lisa!

Quick, quick.

Bye, Sony, I'll stay a while.

What was that?

I ordered you to close the gate.

Forgotten who owns you?

How can it be, I was cured.

I give, I take back.

Forgive me.

Forgive…

You'll have to work for it.

Get up.

Sit.

— Not here, behind the wheel. — Oh, got it.

Here, see if it gets any signal at all.

You're so stubborn…

I won't simply drop this case.

Freedom's waiting for me there.

— What's waiting for you? — Freedom. Radio station.

Live stream. There was a spot with reception.

And now... Shit, fuck, you're not looking even!

— I'm looking, I'm looking. — Look, I'm telling you.

What is it?

— Got a network? — Welcome to Megafon.

Give it here!

Aw, nice!

— Shit, shit, shit… — Fuck!

Twenty, thirty one.

— Shit, be careful! Please! — Screw that. As long as we connect on time.

Fuck! No signal again.

What the actual though?

What the hell is this?

Come on.

— Enough, enough, enough, enough… — Easy, easy, easy, easy

Easy, easy…

— Enough! — Wait!

Hello! Hello, Sobolev?

Yeah, I'm ready, ready.

How long?

Ok, good. Listen. Arkhangelsk district,

village of Marshes.

Porog, Porozhsky chem. combine.

My, this is beautiful.

So?

Radio Freedom?

Live podcast?

Yes, you cunt, yes. Already on the line.

Yeah.

And I know all about you, Alyabyev…

Yes, about your job, about the combine.

I know you're poisoning water around here with hallucinogens.

Yeah?

And I know you're go on human safari here, I know it all.

Just who do you think you are here?

Satan?

You sad ghoul.

And you know which organisation gave me this post too?

You won't do fuck all to us.

Oh, I will.

I'll make you an offer.

You've earned it.

Fuck off.

Yes, I'm here, I'm online.

Whoop, come on here.

Investigation conducted over short period of time.

Well done!

I am impressed.

You're what now? Impressed?

You're gonna impress the whole country pretty soon now, ghoul.

Just you wait. As for your combine, It'll be shut down, mister. And you along with it.

Just you wait, just wait, hold up a sec, have patience.

That isn't my combine, kitten, it's owned by the government.

Manufacturing rocket fuel.

Why shut it down?

We still have spaceflights to make,

Americans to threaten.

No one's going to shut it down. They won't believe you.

You're lying, bastard, you're full of it.

The combine has strategic value.

It's not even on the map.

There's a forestry management instead. And there is no Alyabyev also.

Just as there'll be no you. And Radio Freedom is our enemy, right?

You'll die in vain.

Listen, dude, the whole district chugs this shit that you dump around here.

The entire district is delirious, and you got a hard on... this is fun to you!

I don't know,

I kind of like it.

Yeah, sure…

Please, forgive me…

Listen to me, our concern

wanted to buy up some media front in the capital.

And you know what they got first?

Your "Mos'ka".

Will you stop fucking lying already?

I'm not fucking lying.

Remember how you were boasting to me about it?

Well, the guys have already signed papers.

Chief editor Valentin Petrovich Pavlov filed a resignation.

Now we need a chief editor.

Prove it.

The offer is this:

One minute till air, Koltsov.

Shit, well go on, prove it. Can you prove it then?

You'll be chief editor, Pavlov will be your second.

Or if you like, he could just wipe your ass.

Igor!

Iggy, could you…

…look something up for me real quick…

Has anyone bought my "Mos'ka"? The website.

Look it up, please.

"Roschem" corporate group.

— In the news?.. — Yeah.

— RBK? — Why?

Hold up, one second.

— What's the haul? — Three hundred K for starters.

The fuck he gets three hundred for?

I'm splitting my ass here, wiping off blood. For merely 150.

Slow down, captain.

What kind of expenses you have?

The man lives in the capital.

— What kind of expenses? — Yes.

My son's med bills!

Would you stop lying?

What a liar.

You think I don't know, that your son died a year ago?

Koltsov?

He killed people, Max.

The fuck are you even doing at all?

You'll fucking bend over to anyone yourself.

Fucking hero, stitchy Don Quixote.

You're such a twat. Just sit quietly over there!

It still needs to be proven, if he killed them.

I mean, who's to say… that it wasn't a hallucination too.

Of course.

Will you let these go?

These here?

Nah.

The girl will take my confessions.

And the boy…

Well, the boy I…

Well, he'll just go bonkers without me.

I would let them go.

But they won't swim themselves.

They like stale waters.

Well in this case, I'm sorry.

Get on a hook.

On the tiny hook!

Oh, you sillies!

Can't make a step without a master.

Koltsov, you're up.

Wait now. Repeat after me.

This is Maxim Koltsov,

chief editor of moska.ru website

and a special correspondent for Radio Freedom.

Good afternoon. This is Maxim Koltsov,

chief editor of moska.ru website and a special correspondent for Radio Freedom.

We're coming to you live from Arkhangelsk district.

We're coming to you live from Arkhangelsk district.

There is no better district in the world,

and no enterprise compares,

to Porozhsky forest management.

And there is no manager wiser,

than Alyabyev Vitaliy Venyaminovich.

There is no better district in the world,

and no enterprise compares to...

Porozhsky forest management.

And in the whole wide world

there's no wiser manager, than Vitaliy Venyaminovich Alyabyev.

Koltsov, what the hell are you on about?

I, Maxim Koltsov,

am proud and happy to serve him.

And I, Maxim Koltsov,

am proud and happy to serve him.

Ah, also!

Fire and blaze be upon

foul and propagandistic

television,

that has nothing but lies in it.

— Maybe I shouldn't? — No, you must.

You must. This is most important.

Fire and blaze be upon

foul and propagandistic state controlled television,

that has nothing but lies in it.

The end.

The end.

Give the phone back to her.

Come, step aside.

Let's kiss.

Good boy. Good boy.

Come here.

This is…

Some setup. Journalism is off limits to me now

How is it a setup?

A deal is a deal.

And fuck this journalism crap.

It feeds poorly, work is stressful.

You'll be scrawny

and all crooked from lies.

You know, I wanted to give you a present of sorts.

I give you this Gelandewagen here.

You can drive around with Arishka in it.

And… Give me the keys.

Take it.

— Congratulations. — Thanks.

— Nine hundred... sixteen… — Who're you gonna call?

Mother.

Just can't remember the number.

Forgotten mom's number, get this.

So uh... you're actually…

haven't killed anyone for real…

people, I mean?

For real?

I killed. Had to.

Why?

Because it's fascinating.

And all of this here is fascinating.

Otherwise, life is mighty boring.

You see?

When you have everything and you're allowed anything,

then you basically stop wanting things.

It's a calamity.

It's no way to live.

— ...Yeah — Fucking hell!

Hello?

Hello? Hello, Denny boy, hi there.

Hello, mom.

How did you get this number?

It doesn't matter. How are you feeling?

I'm just fine actually.

You know, this actually worked, for real.

The monastery…

Denis, did you have to do something for it?

No, I didn't have to.

I... I think I'm gonna stay here a while.

It feels good here.

I've always been so proud of you, Denis.

You know, I've been thinking, you're probably right.

It's better to keep your dignity... your humanity…

What? What are you talking about?

Don't beg, don't be leashed and collared.

Just how you said.

Forgive me, Denny... I'm your mom, I was weak, but you were right.

We must think of salvation, sure... but not at all costs.

Mom, are you crazy there? What the hell is this nonsense?

Hello!

Mother!

Hello!

We should've all died back then.

All right, let's go.

Where's my chauffer?

Over there.

Hey, no slacking!

You had your chat, come on back now.

Well then, your new life starts now.

Let's roll to Marshes.

Bastards! Mutherfuckers!

- The la-st sun is setting. The last sun is setting - Roll down the window!

Fuck me sideways.

Looks like Sofia's prayers paid off after all.

Why didn't you go in after your guy?

I'm fucked up enough.

Well, he's your boss after all.

They'll assign a new one.

Where do you go now?

Do I have any choice?

To Marshes. Where else…

All the roads lead there anyway.

There, just as I promised.

The master of yours is defeated.

And I'm staying with you.

What about Moscow?

Fuck it thrice over.

Well, Mishka, let me tell you a story.

There once lived a wench,

ugly, envious and wicked.

Worked at a combine,

where on one occasion, foreman being drunk shagged her in the staff room.

Nice one.

And so her daughter was born, Arinka.

Beautiful as nothing else alive,

got looks from her dad.

The wench however, envied her daughter so much, that she had one desire only

to switch places with her.

And a miracle happened.

One mishap though:

the daughter,

once she's seen herself in the new body, was terrified

and lost her mind.

Gramps!

Got any water at all?

Throat's dried up.

Just can't bear this anymore...

no other fucking way...

to live on around here.

Thank you, father.

Mishka!

Son.

Hi, dad.

Let's go,

I'll give you a ride…

MARSHES

Translated by A.Gusev ---Disappear@mail.ru---

I do not stray from the path So it seems

And it really isn't that long So it seems

It's the path that is taking me home So it seems

And it is the only one here So it seems

There is solid ground under foot So it seems

where death is buried for good So it seems

Murky river bed under my feet So it seems

where all is forgotten that which I've been So it seems

I don't sink, I'm exploring the bottom Uh-huh

The waters will surely cleanse yeah-yeah

and my senses will lead through the dark you fool

as a gun through enemy lines ka-boom

my friends will cover my back don't lie

I will stand for them if I must you'll run

I am not blind, I am brave a knave

I am a man not a beast let's see

So it seems

As you sink I will rescue you Feel

I will feed you a special lure the Smell

My hook will become your tooth of Blood

And you'll be at home in my woods Cur

Are you fisher or are you a bait Decide

Are you living or are you dead Breath

Are you Serpent or are you Man Cain

It seems like you are now mine. the Master