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Why did we run away so early?

It seemed rude.

It's fine.

Why are you acting like this?

Can't you say a word?

It was fine, wasn't it?

We could have stayed longer, sure.

Lyosha, you scare me when you act like that.

Did I do something wrong at the birthday party?

Why aren't you talking?

Lyosha.

Lyosha.

Lyosha.

Stop it! Аh!

THE DROP

Good morning. Lost something?

I can't find Swine's flash drive. Have you seen it?

Well, you obviously didn't tell me where it was.

Maybe in the office, in the safe?

Well, maybe, maybe.

Lyosha!

What?

Hey, man,

you can't sleep here.

Lyosha, why aren't you picking up the phone?

We called you.

Changed the number, I'll text it later.

Bro!

I thought you weren't coming today.

We're all waiting for you.

What's wrong, Vahid?

We have a problem.

Well, you already know.

I don't know. What is it?

You said the client doesn't need us right now.

That our case was dead.

But it ain't up shit.

You're working with the builders,

and I'm kind of out of it.

Is it so, Lyosha?

We tried to explain that it's a different project.

If I wanted to talk to you, I would.

Well, it sounds like

it's not our problem, but yours.

You're a businessman, Vahid. So am I.

I'm better off with the builders.

And don't start with the friendship stuff, okay?

I put time and effort into this project.

It's a scam, Lyokha, as I understand it.

That's your right, Vahid.

But it's not me

should be claimed, but Pasha.

Your uncle?

Him. His layout, his business.

You're not gonna talk to him like that, are you?

I heard you, bro.

All right, c'mon. Let's go.

Shut it behind him.

Lyosha, weren't you too tough?

What are you, pussies, huh?

Tucking your tails in?

Are you security chief or what?

And you, Dima?!

Vahid's just a low-level dealer

who feeds off our deal.

Vahid is not a common dealer.

Shut up and listen.

If we put ourselves in front of them like this,

they'll eat us up.

He has no right to charge us at all.

We can work if we want to, or we can't.

If I ever see that again,

you'll all go to hell. Got it?

I can't hear you!

All right, okay.

What are you doing? No work?

I'll add more.

And you? Sit down!

Where's the flash drive?

Do I understand correctly that you...

That's right. Right. Where's the flash drive?

I don't have it.

Go call your friend.

Shit, he doesn't look any different up close,

but he looks exactly the same.

- Seen enough? - Shit.

Call him.

The subscriber's not available. Leave a message.

So what are you up to, huh?

Just gonna keep acting like this?

You thought you won the lottery, didn't you?

I... I told you right off the bat that this

wasn't gonna end well.

I mean, we thought you were off the rails at first.

So, half a million for you,

and you give me the flash drive, and walk out of here

like you were never even here, got it?

Yes.

Bring it back here by 17:00.

All right, leave for good.

I'll be here to clean up your mess.

Hey, we've got a little tricky stuff here.

If you want, I can spill it.

It's all clear.

The money's going through the till to fake IEs.

Well, it's not that simple.

But how did you know?

Dismissed.

It's nice here, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

So, how's the car doing, by the way?

They fixed it, right?

Yeah, great.

Thank you again so much. You saved me.

Really...

It actually feels good to do something for you.

It's kind of normal.

It's nice to be alone together,

and take our time.

Nice.

I'm sorry, do you have any idea

how much longer you'd like to sit like this?

What do you mean?

No, no, I'm in! Just to keep the frame.

I still have a meeting today.

Shit, Yulia.

So what, Gleb?

Don't you have anything to do?

And you only notice me at home or in hotels.

Honestly, you're the first one who's very unhappy.

That's because I can't do that.

You buy yourself a sex toy at the shop and that's it.

- Gleb, I'm a woman of action, you know? - Yes.

When I work, I work.

When I rest, I rest.

I have to do something.

I just don't really understand these contemplative meetings.

Well, tell me you're embarrassed of me.

You're embarrassed to sit outside with me.

You're embarrassed to introduce me to your friends.

I don't have any.

- Who did you fix the car for? - A colleague.

A colleague?

You're just talking outrageous bullshit.

Just to keep you out of your real life.

What real life?

What are you arguing with now?

I'll go.

- Yes, Gleb. - It's okay.

If you need help with a car, call me, or with moving.

But without all this bullshit: "I miss you, I can't...".

So what?

You see, the restaurant has one legal entity,

and IE where the money goes is different.

Someone's making money.

Why is she doing this?

It's Voronov's case, who screwed Svintsitsky.

I spent half the night yesterday looking for that IE on his orders.

What a persistent one.

Working nights on a closed case.

If only.

This Swintsitsky had nothing to do with it.

When asked about it directly, Yulia Ivanovna said that

Voronov was working on it, as a potentially big layout.

That's clever. You found an IE guy?

There's thousands of them with that name.

Right. So Yulia will find him.

Yulia always does.

All right, keep me updated.

In the meantime, you're dismissed.

- Hey. - Hi.

Sorry, they forgot to put it back after the wash. Here you go.

I love these. Oh, thank you.

Beautiful.

So, how's the car? It didn't fall apart?

Should it?

No, it shouldn't. That was a bad joke.

Look, I'm sorry again, please, about the whole situation.

I'm... I'm really glad you're okay.

Is everything okay with your car? Is it fixed?

- I'm selling it. - Because of one scratch?

No, I just need the money, and it's all adding up.

What about your lover? He's not helping?

Not really. I got fired from my job, too.

It's been a fun period.

Hey, do you want a drink?

Yeah. I guess I could.

What are we drinking? A glass of white wine?

Got it. Young man, can I have a bottle of Riesling, please?

Maybe I can help you get out of this?

No, no, it's okay. No, it's all right.

I'm just gonna take a moment, exhale

and I'm gonna go out on interviews.

I mean, it's annoying when men act like this.

It's disgusting.

First I love you and then this.

Yeah. Look, I don't really need the money.

But if your Lyosha needs an employee...

I'm good with paperwork.

Look, I'll tell you the truth about Lyosha.

It's not an option.

He has two or three people working for him.

He picks them himself thoroughly.

Let me introduce you to Pasha.

Pasha?

That's Lyosha's Uncle. He's a big property developer.

He has his own bureau and a construction market on Shchelchok.

I used to work for him myself.

That would be great. Thank you.

Well, you wait a bit longer.

What's his full name?

At least I'll Google it, prepare myself.

Pavel Pavlovich Voronov. An uncle...

His bureau is called Reyvan.

Anyway, I'll talk to him.

I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Thanks, really.

So, what's up?

Don't worry too much. We'll get through.

We will.

Well done!

Kostya, hi.

It's me again, Yuri Afanasiev.

Are you going to keep acting like a shit?

I won't.

Peace?

Yuri, you should warn me about such things.

You could have told me right away.

So and so, Donkey, we're fucked.

What did he say?

Well, what?

He knows everything.

Layout with the builders and that I'm in on it.

You should have seen the way he turned Vahid round.

So what? What's he like in life?

He's tough. Like...

He made Oleg and Dima like schoolboys.

I looked at him, watched him,

I don't understand how it took you so long to be bought out.

We're no strangers to it, either.

Yeah, right.

Haven't lost your flash drive?

Oh, so much money, and I can't get it out.

What, are you gonna drive yourself or am I gonna drive you?

I ain't giving him shit.

At least not for nothing.

What do you mean, no shit? He'll bury you.

Let him try.

What do you want?

Thirty per cent off the flash drive and a share of business.

That's what you tell him. We got the flash drive.

We should meet to discuss terms.

Yuri, are you sure?

We got leverage.

We need to squeeze everything we can.

And send him a picture of the flash drive.

Whatever.

How's it going with you? What's up with your Lyosha?

Honestly, I don't even know what to say.

Everything was great a while ago.

And it's gone bad?

It didn't.

It just went back to the way it was.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

I mean, it's like two different people.

Anyway, don't worry about it, it's all my own stuff.

No, no, I totally get it.

It's called manipulation.

One day he's one person, tomorrow he's another.

Emotional swings.

You're a psychologist, too?

I've seen you on the reels.

To be honest, that's where I get everything from.

No, you're actually making a good point.

I blame myself all the time.

Maybe I'm saying something wrong.

Maybe I'm doing something wrong, maybe I'm looking at something wrong.

I keep catching his fucking eyes and trying to figure out what he's thinking.

Anyway, you gotta start thinking about yourself

and go from there.

Yeah. I'm never good at that.

I have a toast.

Go on.

- Fuck them all. - Who?

All of them. I'm sick of it.

That's a good attitude.

Dear passengers.

The taxi has arrived and is waiting.

Where the fuck is it waiting?

Good afternoon, Sergeant Ryabko. Show me your papers.

Fuck off, Sergeant, I'm not in the mood for you right now.

Sir...

Sergeant, do you have a car?

We immediately thought something was wrong.

We even wanted to report it to the cops.

Excuse me, I need to take my pills.

Alla Yurievna, let's go back to Afanasiev.

The man got up and left, and nobody saw him again.

And then they started saying that he had problems.

- What kind of problems? - Well... With local credit agencies.

He'd taken out a loan, but he couldn't pay it back.

So we thought he'd run away.

What date was this?

- 30 April, lunchtime. - Oh!

He left and never came back.

Is he dead?

No, no.

He used your bank card to pay in a restaurant in Moscow on the same day.

Alla Yurievna, tell me,

how would you characterise him?

Yeah, he's nothing. Ordinary man. He just worked and worked.

Well, he asked about money when his salary was delayed.

He wasn't exactly a star in the sky. Just an ordinary manager.

Ordinary how?

- Passive? - Well.

Lazy? Stupid?

Oh, Yuri? No, Yuri's not stupid.

He even had some Olympiads.

And then he had his own project.

And he had a red diploma.

It's just that somehow, I don't know how to put it.

You know, insecure.

Do you think he's adventurous?

Um... In work, definitely not.

But in life, colleagues said he tried to trade cryptocurrency.

Then he was always talking about some startup

that helps him bet on sports.

Takes on everything, never finishes anything.

Interesting, interesting.

So he's ambitious, huh?

Well, it's like he was always missing something.

It's like he's always been missing a step.

Like he couldn't find his place.

Well, now I think he've found it.

Thank you for your time, Alla Yurievna.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Adamych, I'm Kozlov.

Why so sour? Аh?

Roman Adamovich, if you please.

Got it, Roman Adamovich. Anecdote.

A plane is flying to Africa.

One man to another:

You know that one half of the population has tuberculosis,

and the other half has AIDS?

Second man: "So you fuck the ones who cough?".

Yes...

No, it's a beardy joke, of course,

but Adamych heard it for the first time.

He appreciated it.

So, our new cashier probably wanted

to break the ice.

Then he charged him 170 thousand for the certificate

and told Adamych not to piss on him.

What's so funny, Arkasha?

No, nothing.

I'm just telling you how great the meeting between Sergey and Adamovich went.

No, seriously, it's pretty much expected.

Why? Adamych is a complicated man,

he's hard to get in touch with.

I think that in this situation Sergey should be commended

just for trying.

Yeah, it's a hell of a try.

The first cake is a cake, it happens.

It's an expensive one.

Why are you so happy, Arkasha?

You're the one who quoted Sergey the rates for the permit, aren't you?

You're the one who insured him in the beginning.

Gennady Petrovich,

I honestly told Sergey the fork in which we worked with Roman Adamovich.

It was up to him to decide on the final figure.

Moreover, I offered him to go to this meeting together,

and I was firmly refused.

Maybe I whispered a joke to him?

Maybe you did. You bet.

Gena, why are you blaming everything on Arkasha?

You're the one who removed him from his post,

and appointed your nephew,

and he shit himself.

Shit himself?

According to my sources,

Adamich is pulling money from the foundation, and all projects are on hold,

which is a huge mess.

Where's your nephew?

You didn't bother to come explain yourself?

I'll explain it for him. It's okay.

It's a laughing matter.

Wha... What are you suggesting? What? What?

Give it all back to him?

That's all he wanted.

- It went off like a shot in the arm. - He fucked up.

Just say so.

Okay, stop.

Gena, if you think this is a setup from Arkasha,

this is what I suggest we do...

Let Arkasha take care of Adamovich himself.

If he does, we'll assign him to Kozlov for a week.

Let them work as equals.

That's fine.

Arkasha, will you solve it?

Well, of course I'll try.

There's a chance, yes, yes.

As for Sergey,

I'd give him a chance too.

That's my opinion.

Friends, who among us hasn't been wrong?

That's settled. That's good.

Swine, you do your best.

The team will appreciate you.

- Thank you, thanks. - Let's get out of here. C'mon.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

IE Kholodov carries out trading activities

at the construction market on Shchelkovskaya.

- Great. - Strange, risky.

How much can be cashed out like that?

As much as you want.

The market on Shchelkovskaya is endless. Nobody keeps track of anything there.

So, what do you want to do?

How do you connect the market with Voronov, and

what does Swintsitsky have to do with it?

We'll show this Voronov the layout and outline the prospects.

And he'll hand over this Svintsitsky to us.

We need to see how it works.

Well, nobody's gonna show us anything.

We need some kind of, I don't know, an insider, an inside man.

Gleb, hi!

Nothing, just calling.

Somehow, we broke up with you today, I don't know, I feel bad about it. Mm-hmm.

Why do you need it right away? I don't need anything.

I'm just calling.

I miss you.

We're doing some housecleaning?

Getting rid of extra stuff.

Lyosha, what's wrong? Are you offended by something?

What? No.

Lyosha, it's impossible. What's wrong with you?

You're not talking to me at all.

Do you want to talk? Let's talk.

- Suggest a topic. - I hate it when you're like this.

Like what? What do you like?

Kind, affectionate, gentle, soft, right?

- Like that. - But is that me?

Think, think hard. Have I ever been like that?

Well, you can be when you want to be. The whole movie thing, for instance.

Movies?

Bitch.

All right, you want to go to a movie, let's go. Just not tonight.

Bitch.

Wow! Holy shit!

Greetings.

Hi. Hello.

What's up?

120, please, bring it to the cash register.

- Right away. - You don't have to count.

No.

Give Adamych permission until Friday with the driver.

I apologised for the joke. He grumbled, of course, at first.

But we have to do the job, and he's safer and clearer with us.

Well, well... What did they say at the meeting?

It's business as usual.

You carry on for now, I'll deal with Adamych.

Adamych. Shit, that joke was stupid, Arkasha.

Why the fuck did you say he likes subtle Jewish humour?

He doesn't buy shit back, man.

Well, it's my fault, I'm sorry.

Whatever, forget it, breathe it out.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Man, you're fucking awesome, you know that? I appreciate it, man.

I owe you a party, yeah.

Well, I like to celebrate, but for you, I can do it tomorrow.

You got it.

All right, take care.

Give me a napkin.

Am I right in assuming he's got nothing to celebrate?

Let's go.

Are you sure it's delivered?

Yeah, he read it.

Maybe it's the wrong number?

No, it's the right number, he just e-mailed it to me.

I can't sit here like this, it's stupid,

I need to talk to Aline.

What the fuck do you want to talk to her for, eh?

Spill her everything.

He's probably already told her everything.

Whatever.

Yuri, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

You don't.

Shit.

Alexei Voronov?

Yeah, what's up?

Get in the car.

What's wrong?

Well, hello, Yuri Afanasiev.

Hi, Dasha.

I'm sorry I didn't come round earlier.

But today I had no choice but to come.

Happy wedding anniversary, Dasha.

I'm sorry I didn't keep him safe.

How are you?

Like a nightmare.

This whole thing is crazy.

Did it really work?

When Nikita told me, I laughed at him.

It's exactly the same. Just like a twin.

And what, even Aline didn't notice?

Yes, she did. What's the point?

How do you know it's a twin?

I don't know how you'd get that idea.

Especially if he's a good actor.

How did you survive?

Survived?!

If I'd known then that I'd broken my head in Courchevel for luck,

I wouldn't have suffered so much.

Lucky.

I'm the one who should have been killed, not Nikita.

I'm sorry.

At least visit the grave.

We should get it ready for autumn, fill it up with earth, make drains.

Yeah, I know so much about graves now, you wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I will.

Dasha, there's something you and I need to find.

- What is it? - Seed-phrase.

The password to a cryptocurrency wallet. 12 phrases I have,

and 12 phrases on the same piece of paper Nikita had.

There's 6 million euros in the wallet, half of Nikita's.

So, now it's yours.

I know Nikita told you everything, showed you everything.

Yeah, I've seen that piece of paper.

Where is it now?

I don't remember.

Maybe he gave it to his parents?

No, it's definitely at home. He said it was important.

Did he take it to the garage?

What garage? We don't have a garage, Lyosha.

I remembered!

Well?

In his wedding jacket in the inside pocket.

He hardly ever wore it.

Where is this jacket?

I buried him in it.

Dasha, you said there's a grave to attend to?

I'm sorry, but I have to say it out loud.

We have to dig it up.

I know it sounds cringe-worthy, but I'll do it myself.

- Listen to me. - Lyosha.

Nikita doesn't care anymore, but you and I have a life to live.

Consider it his will.

There's an urn.

What urn?

I cremated him.

Fucking hell.

- Hello. - Oh, hello.

I'm from Sanayev, my name is Yulia.

You should have received a call.

Yeah, that's right. I'm Viktor.

Are you here about the cracked toilet tank?

Toilet tank? Well, I don't think so. It's a whole sewer system.

- I don't get it. - Shall I sit down?

Is the bill yours?

I think it's mine.

Do you remember what you used it to sell?

Well, it's gonna take me half a day in accounting.

Do you know how many of these bills I have?

I'd have to ask you what you bought.

I was buying cappuccinos.

But you don't seem to have any cappuccinos around here.

You're from Volodya Sanayev, aren't you? Yes?

Yeah, Vitya, yes. I'm from Volodya Sanayev.

So tell me brotherly, how come you're here,

that you sell toilet tanks here,

but your IE's bills are for food from restaurants,

while the money comes into your account?

What kind of interrogation is this? Who are you?

Vitya, calm down. I'm a cafe owner

who wants to start a cash business.

I've seen a layout at a friend's place,

how they run the bar on a second cash register,

but I don't understand how they get the cash.

How the hell would I know?

Well, my local supervisor asked me.

He says: "You're gonna get 200 grand a month

against the merchandise you bought.

At the end of the month you'll issue a refund and pay the client back in cash".

And that's it. And I'll get a penny.

Nice, Vitya.

How can I get acquainted with the local chief,

to set up a similar business?

I'm sorry.

Through Sanayev, right? I see.

I take it you won't take the toilet tank?

Yes, Yuri, of course, the story was a fairy tale.

Voronov somehow found you, set up a meeting,

then somehow disappeared.

And you got the dough, his woman and a sports car.

What dough? Listen, just debts.

And the woman wasn't really mine.

Why didn't you run away, Yuri, back to Tver?

Well, if things are so bad in Voronov's life.

I tried. Once. It didn't work out.

And then... I don't know.

But I do.

You made a deal with this Aline.

You hired people, they killed Voronov.

Along with his partner, Nikita.

He could have recognised you as an impostor.

Then you took his business.

Am I describing your plan correctly?

You're fucking kidding me, aren't you?

That was the first time I saw them all in the restaurant.

Which plan?

Well, that's for you to say in court,

but I see motive, I see the crime.

Do we have an Article for the fact that I look like another person, like a brother?

No, Yuri, we have an article for murder

by prior conspiracy in a group for up to 15 years.

Yes, there's only one body so far.

But when Voronov's mother files a missing person's report here,

there'll be two bodies.

And if the mother doesn't file?

You think she'll confuse you with her son?

No, she won't.

The son is here. Voronov's back.

What do you mean he's back? Back where?

Well, let me give you his phone number,

and you can talk to him about how and where he came back.

I see, Yuri, you're right into the role.

He's brave, he's tough, he's not afraid of the police.

Can't be taken at face value.

He's practised.

I know he's back.

You're sitting here, and I'm getting calls from detectives.

They say: "Safin, did you let him go already?".

I'm here to see Pavel now.

They're probably exposing you.

Look, if he's alive and well, what questions do I have?

I just came for a meeting.

You can talk to him about this Nikita.

Right.

Shall I go then?

Protasov!

Take him to the cell.

Yes...

Pasha.

What's wrong? What's the emergency?

Hi, Lyosha.

Did you change your phone number again?

Just as a precaution.

Still celebrating mum's birthday?

Why did you leave so early? You could have stayed another hour.

I held out as long as I could.

Stubborn one.

I'm glad you came to congratulate me.

Will you have a drink?

Pasha, is that why you've been calling me all day?

Let's get down to business, it's getting late.

Listen, I've been meeting with Ilyas.

The way things are going, volumes are growing,

but at a thousand entries a day, the risks are increasing.

You poor folks.

I sympathise with you from the bottom of my heart.

You shouldn't laugh.

We get caught in the spotlight of the law enforcement, and that's it,

it's all over.

And of the three of us, you're the only one who doesn't risk anything.

You do nothing, but you get paid like partners.

That's how it works?

I talked to Ilyas. It'll be like this.

You'll get 1% of the volume for the fact

for coming up with the plan.

If you bring in a new client, we'll negotiate separately.

It's business, Lyosha, it's fair.

You're an arsehole, Pasha.

Why are you talking like that?

How can I talk to you?

You're stealing my business from me.

Blatantly.

You've packed it up so well, the risks are growing. What risks?

You're gonna get your arse ripped off with that much money.

You'd do the same.

Pasha, don't judge by yourself.

It's purely your style.

Steal an idea and then throw it away.

But I'll get over it. Unlike my father.

My brother took a wrong turn and couldn't take it.

I dragged you around all your childhood,

I gave you everything.

But we won't talk about that now, of course.

You dragged me because you were ashamed.

You don't know what you're saying.

You're nervous now, Pasha,

because you know I'll pay for it.

And I'll pay painfully.

You bitch.

Stupid thing.

Why the fuck did I even get into this? To listen to his bullshit?

That's not worth the money.

Yeah, I agree. He's really pissed off.

I think he's keeping us out of it on purpose,

so, we don't know how much money he's really making.

Do you realise

that there are hundreds of millions between Ilyas and the market?

We have to have a percentage.

Dima, we should.

But he won't give it to us.

What the fuck do we need him for?

Can't we make a business scheme like this without him?

You're asking the right question.

Listen, this Kostik the Donkey,

has he thought about our offer?

Look, they've been pals since they were kids.

I don't think he's gonna ditch him.

Listen, what kind of character is this Swine, anyway?

He's an official.

I understand he's in charge of the register.

Whose?

Somebody's.

Lyokha didn't tell me much about him.

Well, that's understandable.

Listen, just for kicks.

Is it even possible to find his number?

I think so.

Cheers.

Hi!

Hi.

Are you having dinner?

No.

Bastard!

And what?

Lyosha?

Well, how did you sleep, Yuri Alekseyevich?

Peaceful.

- Do you know why? - Ah?

My mind is clear.

It's funny.

Tell me, Yuri, if I let you go,

what will you do next?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll go back to Tver.

After Moscow pubs and expensive cars, back to Tver?

Don't be ridiculous.

I lived somehow before, without all that, and I'll continue to do so.

You know what I smell?

Piss,

and also stale things, you should at least wash the place once in a while.

That's right, Yuri, that's correct.

It's the smell of poverty.

I know it very well.

But you don't want to go there, do you?

You're used to Voronov's life.

Are you offering me, like, a partnership now?

Partner, Yuri? You have a sexual partner.

And now it's not yours, as I understand it.

I'm offering you a cover.

A cover? That's something from the nineties, isn't it?

It's a timeless concept.

So, what exactly is the offer?

Well, look.

You know how it works,

where the money goes.

You give me the layout and the flows, and I'll confiscate it when the time comes.

We'll split it, almost evenly.

No. This is bullshit.

If we take it, we take it all.

His whole life.

And how's that?

I have to take Voronov's place.

Well, where's Voronov going to go?

We could put him somewhere and make him disappear.

- Make him disappear? - For a year or two.

What am I, Houdini?

To make him disappear.

No. We need a radical solution.

Voronov's already been killed once, and you've taken his place.

I suggest we return to this stage.

Can you imagine, Seryozha, how tired I am?

I've been surrounded by Adamychs for the last ten years.

Don't whine, but it's money.

Let's have a drink.

This is for you from me.

Oh, thank you.

From me.

And here's to, um...

mistake of first sight.

I'm sorry, I'm a little confused.

You got it. The first time I saw you, Arkasha,

I thought, what an arsehole with make-up on.

But don't take offence, I'm being brotherly.

No offence, Seryozha, what offence?

We're almost relatives.

No, no, no, I'm telling you from the bottom of my heart.

I'm sorry, I was wrong.

I was wrong, you've made such a beautiful mess with that bastard.

Now you're just fucking embarrassing in front of your uncle. But okay.

- Come on, it'll smooth out in time. - Sure it will.

Pretty good, huh?

Oh, bullshit. She's just an escort.

We don't use them.

Regular escorts, Seryozha,

with today's shrinking male population,

have moved to Dubai, and this girl's out hunting.

She's got a weird little friend with her.

With support but no competition.

- What are you, a specialist? - Years of hard work.

Could you give the girl on the right in the dark

a bottle of your finest champagne,

but only for her.

Arkasha, what's the point of a shy one?

So that the pretty one will fall a little from the heavens.

- Aah! - Psychology, Sergey. Like with Adamych.

Did you fuck Adamych, too?

Here you are, all like an uncle.

From whom?

Couldn't you find a better place? Why are you here?

Because I'm afraid of you.

I don't know if you're gonna get all handsy or shoot, man,

and at least there's people here.

Well? Where's False Dmitry? Pissed?

I don't know, he's late.

I don't have time to wait for him.

Did you bring the flash drive?

The flash drive, as they say in the movies, is in a safe place.

What do you want?

I don't have much money, you know that.

Take the car, it's worth 7 million.

We want a third from the flash drive.

Why not half?

Or a percentage of the business.

You're Kostya, right?

Yes, I am.

You're the one who came up with the fruit thing, right?

Well, I did.

It's good. It works.

I think I can ride it for two years with different changes.

Cash flow's steady.

Pretty boy, you're smart.

- I'm losing it. - Why do you let yourself be called Donkey?

It's kind of cheesy, isn't it?

I'm used to it, I like it.

It's like you're a priori putting yourself below others.

Dima, Oleg, Yuri are serious guys, and you're a Donkey.

Even though you're smarter than all of them put together.

Listen, let's get down to business.

Here's my offer.

Ten percent off the flash drive,

and the business is all yours, in one piece.

Let him keep playing me,

running with Ilyas, hanging out with Pasha, I don't give a shit.

- What about you? - I'm out.

Look, I can't do this kind of thing on my own.

You set the meeting. I came.

Either we do it now or we fight.

Fifteen.

We meet in three hours. Bring a flash drive and a laptop.

Fucking hell!

Pick up the fucking phone!

No, no, no, I won't interrupt.

The bubbles after vodka make me fall asleep.

How can you sleep when you're with girls like that?

For me, as a senior man, it's just right

for the night instead of sleeping pills.

How old are you?

When I was my age, Caesar was already taking legions to Rome,

and I don't even have a French visa.

I'd like to go to Italy in autumn.

No, Italy's boring. We should go to Dubai.

There's so much excitement there, no ruins. It's cool.

I've been to Dubai. Only heat and escorts.

Well, my dear, the heat goes away in winter, but no escorts.

Maria, what's your dream?

To pass the quarterly report and get some sleep.

What are you, an accountant?

Financial controller.

Controller, wow!

Maria, your dreams are kind of simple.

You need a bigger, fancier dream, like a Cayenne, a flat in Moscow City, you know?

If not a big dream, at least a small, sexy fantasy.

You, Arkasha, you sly Arkasha...

Our girls are modest. Why are you embarrassing me? Yes?

What if I'm modest, I'm not allowed to fantasize?

Oops! There it is, in a quiet pool... You gonna tell me?

No, I won't.

This is the first time I've seen you all here.

Got it. Pour some.

Maria, I beg you, in Moscow restaurants

by midnight, everyone is already a relative.

It's still a long way to midnight.

Masha, c'mon, spill it. Even I don't know.

Please, please, please, please.

I don't know... I can only do that by ear.

Tell me. I keep secrets.

- I want to fuck on a huge pile of money. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you serious?

You asked me, I told you.

I have these fantasies.

Some fantasise about having sex with a delivery boy,

some about being raped in a car park,

but this is my fantasy.

I can make it happen. Tonight.

You don't get it. I'm not talking about three 100-ruble notes.

Honey, you don't realise who you're sitting with.

Oh, it's time for me. It's late.

Oh, Sonechka, the evening has just begun.

Well, who's got what it takes.

- Let me walk you to the taxi. - Yes.

I have a good dentist.

- In Italy? - In Peredelkino.

Bitch!

Bitch!

Are you out of your mind, nephew?

You'd rather blow me up than the car, bitch!

You bitch, cunt!

Are you out of your mind, nephew?

You'd rather blow me up than the car, bitch!

Vahid!

- Are you home? - I am.

I'll be there in 10 minutes. Pack up, we're leaving.

Where are we going, Lyosha?

To Dubai. Don't take too much with you, we'll buy everything there.

What kind of bullshit is this?

It's not bullshit. I'm on a roll again, I'm being taken by either these or those.

Anyway, please, Alinochka, do as I say.

I want to talk.

It's a five-hour flight, we'll talk, sure.

Aline, just pack your things.

Aline, are you packed?

Are you ready or not?

When were you going to tell me?

I was going to tell you today.

Aline, please, we have to go.

Who do you think I am?

Barbie with no feelings and no brains, right?

Why do you think you can do this to me?

What did I do to you? I almost got killed!

By the time I came round, you were fucking that bastard from Tver.

You're such a bastard.

Аh! Aline, yeah. I'm sorry, it's my fault. I set this whole thing up.

But I didn't know it would turn out like this.

Let's go, please. We'll talk on the way.

We've got a flight coming up. We've got some things to pick up.

A few things... Is it this?