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Comrade General, we're good to go.

- Carry on. - Yes, sir!

Private.

- Keep an eye on her. - Yes, sir!

Chernev, haven't we gotten past two meters already?

We have.

It's no use, comrade General, let's pack up and leave.

Nyagolova?

Well, what do you expect? They blocked the field.

So what do we do now?

Come on, boys, fill it up.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Go on, what are you waiting for?

Colonel, your daughter!

- Don't mind her, it's something she does. - Don't interrupt her.

- Sweetie, cut it out. - Step back.

Back off! Back, back, back, back!

She does that spinning thing all the time...

Are you...

...my mom?

- Slava, get up, you'll catch a cold! - Platnikov!

Lie still, my child, lie still.

It's okay, don't worry.

This is the place!

Get on it.

Private!

This way. Breathe.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

Here, here! Here!

Platnikov.

Sit down.

Comrade General. Permission to take my daughter back to Sofia.

First you ask me to bring her along, now you want to take her away.

Yes. I'm sorry. But you know how it is...

She just got better and this here could upset her again.

It's 20 minutes to Sofia, 20 minutes back, that's 40 minutes.

You know I have a soft spot for you and you're taking advantage of it.

- Not at all... - Oh yes, you are.

Slava!

- Come on, we're leaving. - Stay.

Why do you treat your daughter like a...

- Please, stay out of this. - Your wife...

Your daughter has a special gift.

Do not suffocate her.

Stop! Get back, get back!

- E.R. - What's that?

Energetic reflectorine.

Comrade General, that's not a thing...

Quick, get back, get ten meters back. Everyone, quick!

- Fall back, fall back! - Quickly!

You might get deactiminated!

Take cover!

Colonel, please, I can barely hold it back!

Platnikov, get the hell out of there right now!

Hurry up, damn you!

Get down!

What's wrong with you, are you out of your mind?

You come back here, my child.

My bag.

Go stand there.

Get down.

Your hands.

Let me.

This is Yolo speaking.

In the name of the Galactic Assembly...

...I salute you!

What you seek here

shall grant you the power... to change

the world order!

Bulgaria...

shall lead mankind...

...to a triumph!

Yolo?

Tell us what we're looking for exactly and how to carry on from here.

Nyagolova?

Are you alright?

Nyagolova!

Slava, how is Nyagolova?

Water!

Spassov, toss her the water!

Should we come over to you?

Phase One: the reflectorine is to be evacuated in a westerly direction

in order to unlock the energy portal.

Use living force...

Uh, only living force, that is.

Phase Two: a tunnel is to be dug

at a 45-degree angle with a width of...

One, two, three, four, five...

A width of 1.75 meters, and to a depth of...

five meters and 30 centimeters to the object.

What's that object?

Platnikov, sit down.

Passage through the portal will be granted only to those with...

And this symbol here...

Well, this usually means "stars".

But I'm not sure exactly how to interpret it in this case.

It may be...

- Nyagolova? - Yes?

We have stars.

That's exactly right!

Well done!

Well done. That's all.

I declare the start of a classified operation code-named...

"Triumph".

- Platnikov. - Yes, sir.

In your capacity of Head of the Science Department you will be in charge.

- Chernev. - Yes, sir!

Logistics. Everything you need. No resources will be spared.

- Yes, Comrade General, sir! - Nyagolova and Miss Platnikova

will be in charge of communications.

It will be an honor, General!

- But Comrade General! - But what?

You gave me permission to bring my daughter back to Sofia.

Ah, that's right. Nyagolova?

Will you be needing Miss Platnikova any further?

- Oh, yes. And she'll be needing me. - Mm-hm. So she stays!

Go, go, go, go!

This side! Lift it!

Heave! Heave!

Come on, it's coming out!

Go, heave!

Heave!

It got stuck!

Easy, man, easy!

Easy, watch your feet!

Over there, in the open spot.

Careful, careful! You have to be more gentle!

A little more to your... back, back!

Over to where he's standing.

Stop! Now clean it. Polish it until it shines.

Just don't scrub it so roughly.

Gently, carefully. You all know what you've got on your hands.

Stop. Dry it off.

Back away.

Come on, sweetheart.

Come on.

There, Slava. I've got it.

I've got it. Roupchev?

We're done, Slava! Thank you!

We did it!

We have reached the 18th energy circle...

...which brings us to what?

- The Seventh Zone! - Well done, my girl!

I love you, my girl!

At ease.

I'll go to decontaminate the field.

There's no time. We still have a lot of work ahead of us.

We've reached the Seventh Zone!

Congrats. That is... congratulations.

Colonel.

What is it, sweetheart?

- May I go down the... - What's that?

May I go down the hole too, Lieutenant Nyagolova?

No, Slava, you may not. How many times do I have to tell you?

You know you can only go in if you have stars. Go get some rest. Go on!

- Double-quick! - But...

Mom...

Dad promised to talk to the general

about giving me stars, too, just like he gave Pirina.

Mom... I'll be with you soon.

We're already in the Seventh Zone.

Wait for us.

Slava?

Slava? Slava.

You're all set.

Every day is a triumph.

Every day is a triumph!

Colonel, continue digging for 62 centimeters straight ahead,

then turn 14 degrees due east.

Another 53 cm-long straight section will follow

but you will have to increase the incline by five degrees.

And be careful because the field in the Seventh Zone

is more dense and you may experience some serious physical disturbances.

Slight vertigo, cold sweat...

Don't worry though, you're protected.

The stars keep you safe from more serious reactions.

- Bucket! - Give it here.

Visualization is over, thank you, sweetheart.

The French press has never dedicated so much space to Bulgaria.

The preliminary results of our elections are all over the front pages,

says our Paris correspondent Veselin Vasilev.

All the newspapers, from the right-wing Figaro

to the communist L'Humanité, are noting

that the Socialist Party is the former Communist Party,

and many are pointing out that Bulgaria is the only Eastern European country

where the communists are being democratically reelected to power.

Look up there and you'll see. They pass by every day, there.

- Where? - Above the tree there. A Soviet satellite.

They watch us every night. They know we're on to something big.

Radev, do you know how many satellites pass by every minute?

Sure. You're not saying it's only the USSR that's watching us, are you?

Of course not. NATO too.

Colonel, what do you think the object is?

What are your hypotheses?

I think it's some sort of a psychotronic weapon. Very powerful.

That's why they're all watching - they want to find out what it is.

Absolutely.

I think we're looking for Noah's Arc.

- Why? - What are you laughing at? Very funny.

The Biblical Flood took place here at the Black Sea.

- So? - So when it came flooding in,

it reached all the way to here. Here's where the Arc got stuck.

Roupchev, stop thinking like an ordinaire.

Well, boss, I'm just a simple orderly after all.

Perhaps it's some meteorite made of a previously unknown material

or a new chemical element.

How hard it is indeed for a man to overcome his cognitive limitations.

- To overcome what? - Never mind.

Colonel, the new recruits have arrived.

Thank you. Do you know where my daughter is?

Yes, she's out in the field, calibrating herself.

- Would you save a plate for her? - Yes, sir.

Make me a plate for Slava.

That's a nice bean soup.

Hey, cutie!

- Watch where you're going! - Easy there, moustache!

- I'll give you a moustache. - I'm sorry!

You're sorry, huh? Attention! Give me 200!

I said give me 200 push-ups! Count.

- First... - What's this "first"?

It's "one". Start over. Count.

- One, two... - Loud. Stop.

Again. One.

- One, two, three, four... - Louder!

Four, five, six...

I want to hear you from the bottom of the hole. You filthy gypsy.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three...

Twenty-four, twenty-five...

What's your name? Tell me your name.

Don't run, tell me!

Fifty! Fifty-one, fifty-two...

Fifty-three, fifty-four, fifty-five...

Fifty-six, fifty-seven...

Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine.

Touch your nose.

About-face!

Give me a wave.

You and your metal detector!

That's not the kind of treasure we're looking for, don't you get it?

Oh, really? Why are you avoiding me, huh?

- Go brush your teeth. - You go wash your cunt.

- You're embarrassing yourself. - And what about you?

First you hop on my dick, then the general's,

now you hover over Platnikov's.

- Asshole. - Ingrate.

- You're contaminating the field. - So what?

- You'll clean it up. - I'll scream.

What are you doing to him?

We're gonna roast you like a chicken!

- Hey! Let go of him right now! - Let's set his tail on fire.

- What are you doing to that animal! - Back off! Who the hell are you?

Give me the rope! I'll have you all deactiminated!

Deacti -what?

Give me back the rope! Give it back!

Get lost! Let go!

- Get lost! - Give me the dog!

- Don't you bite! Give me the dog! - Get lost!

Give me the mutt now! Give me the dog!

Hey, you brats!

- Let the girl go! - Get lost, gramps!

- I'm gonna show you who's "gramps". - You are!

Get lost. Leave the girl alone.

Off with you, I said! Get lost!

You little shits.

- It's alright. - Don't you dare come back!

Good boy!

Are you okay, miss?

Don't be afraid. It's all good.

Degenerates! I said get out of here!

- Hey, hey. Look at me. - Freaks!

These are the fruits of communism!

How are you, miss? Forgive my foul language, but...

Did they hurt you?

What's your friend's name? Boy or girl?

- Does he or she have a name? - Antares.

Antares? Where does it come from, "Antares"?

Antares is a red supergiant, the brightest star of the Scorpius constellation.

Impressive. Where did you get all that knowledge about space?

Could it be connected with your work?

I have to go, contact hour is approaching.

Whoa, contact? With space?

I'm not at liberty to comment.

May I ask you about your sign, young miss?

- Aquarius. - Aquarius?

Did you know that we're just about to enter the Age of Aquarius? Your moment.

Such a lucky girl, here in the middle of the field.

And what's your name, miss?

- Slava. - Slava? Beautiful name.

Slava, would you be so kind as to grant this old ornithologist a wish?

Allow me to take a photo of you for my album of birds most rare.

May I photograph you together with your friend Antarex?

- Antares. - Antares, yes.

You can squat down right here, the light is perfect.

Here, Antares! Come here!

Antares? Come on, boy.

- Antares, sit. - Look this way.

Slava, you're way too serious. A little smile?

That's right. And click!

Loosen your hand, loosen it.

See how we cleared up the pink?

Every day is a triumph!

Today we'll familiarize ourselves with the deactimination hazard protocol.

Let's split up into pairs. Weak bio-field -strong bio-field.

- Should we hold hands? - No, I'll tell you what to do.

Come this way.

Okay. The weak bio-field lies down on the ground.

Slava, lie down. Hands above your head.

Go on.

Right.

Hands above your head. That's right. Now.

The strong bio-field

has to open the gate

of the deactiminated person's life cycle.

Compress yourself a bit, will you.

The chest protects the heart center.

Well done.

This is the point of the Hall of Sigils.

It must match the point of the Hall of Sigils

of the subject of deactimination.

You count to ten.

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

In the meantime you must introduce peace and calm

into the absolute chaos that the subject of deactimination has been cast into.

After that we check for double vision and we evacuate.

- Radev, check me. - Evacuation is executed

via rotating motion to the left or to the right.

Put your arms around me. Go on then.

And!

Easy, Radev!

What is it?

I wish I had eyes like yours.

You are a woman,

and a woman has to be in control of the feminine force.

Do like this.

Such soft skin you've got.

- I sometimes feel awful in my skin. - Why?

I don't know. It doesn't fit.

As if someone jammed me into someone else's body.

That's because your spirit hasn't connected with your body yet.

Body and spirit must be one.

Like when you're dancing.

Here, hang on.

Get up.

Up, I said!

We're gonna try something out.

Now we'll make the body express the soul.

Go on, relax into it.

Relax! Relax, let go, let it go.

And one, two, three!

Hang on, I'll show you. Look here.

So, we go one - elbow, two - elbow, one - elbow, two - elbow...

No, tuck your elbows in. Don't you see how I do it?

See?

Tuck them in. One - tuck, one - tuck, one...

Oh, Slava!

- You really do come from another planet. - Yeah.

Look here! One and two, and...

Nyagolova.

Stop. Quiet.

Colonel, we have an information blackout.

The Guides said to suspend work while channel maintenance is being carried out.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Cheers!

Relax, relax.

Miss Nyagolova, may I invite you to dance?

Um, let me finish my meal first.

Miss Platnikova.

- A dance? - Yes!

- Go on, Chernev! - Slava, sweetie, these modern dances...

I don't get them.

A post-communist transition dance.

Roupchev? Take over, you're younger.

Colonel, please save me from the major.

- Uh, okay... - Miss Nyagolova, a dance.

- Um, Major Chernev... - Colonel?

How are you doing?

Come on!

- Major Chernev is very annoying sometimes. - Yes.

Thank you for saving me.

No, look, I have to thank you. Apologize even.

What for?

Well, because I treated your methods with contempt,

and you've actually done so much for my daughter.

So, uh... I've been blind to many things. I'm sorry.

I have to tell you that I can finally see your aura absolutely crystal clear now.

Hey, what the...

Slava!

Slava, come here. That's enough.

Is this what I put you here for?

- General, we... - Is this your idea

of a highly classified operation?

Is this what you call "a triumph"?

Comrade General, we had an information blackout...

- A blackout? - Affirmative, sir.

You call this an information blackout?

What are you looking at? Read!

The Bulgarian Army is dig...

...is digging in search of extraterrestrial intelligence.

What?

Slava on the... What?

The girl named Slava,

who introduced herself as the psychic in charge... The psychic in charge?

She doesn't talk to strangers.

- There's no mention of me. - She didn't know she was photographed.

What do you mean she didn't know? Who is in the photos?

Read on, read!

- But who gave her permission to... - Read on!

When asked why they're digging at that exact spot

the army's chief psychic said that the general had a dream,

in which Levski and Benkovski appeared to personally tell him that...

Not Benkovski - Botev! It was Botev!

Comrade General, calm down.

- I'll be alright... - Let's go inside and put you in a chair.

- Come sit. - Everything is good.

The new minister has summoned me tomorrow to explain why the fuck we're digging

this 70-meter hole in the middle of nowhere.

So tell me what I should say to him. Hm?

Tell me.

Should I show him this?

- This? - This is a...

I should show this to the minister, is that what you want?

Or those bloody rocks over there?

When are we going to have results?

When are we going to have results!

I want to know what the object is and when we're going to reach it.

Not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not in five months - now!

Right fucking now!

- We are... - Or I'll remove you all

from the operation, every last one of you!

I'll be damned if I put up with such amateurs!

I'll bring psychics over from the USSR!

The object is a quantum capsule for transportation to the mothership.

The capsule is located inside a protective chamber,

the entrance to which is just a few meters away.

- What was that? Speak louder. - She...

The object is a quantum capsule for transportation to the mothership.

The capsule is located inside a protective chamber,

the entrance to which is just a few meters away.

- She's been going through my notes. - No, I received this now.

- I don't give a rat's ass. Repeat. - She's...

Silence!

The object is a quantum capsule for transportation to the mothership.

The capsule is located inside a protective chamber,

the entrance to which is just a few meters away.

Mr. General, she's tired, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Please, take her outside. Please.

Mr. General, let me connect you with the Guides in person.

- Like where - in the capsule? - Slava.

- Slava! - No, right here.

- Here? - That's right. But I must warn you:

- You. Cannot. Shout at them. Okay? - Yes. Sorry.

Because they are delicate creatures.

And they wouldn't allow negative vibrations of any sort.

Forgive me, dear, but you have no idea how much I've got on my plate.

The Union, the Soviet Union is falling apart, can you imagine?

And in the meantime some pussies are telling me that we should join NATO!

- This country is chock-full of idiots! - Affirmative!

No sane people left in this country!

Didn't I warn you this was going to happen?

Just tell me honestly, didn't I warn you?

Two years ago. You warned me two years ago.

Colonel, please help the General remove all metallic objects from his person.

And you, sweetheart, you come with me. Come, come.

- All metallic objects, all of them. - Understood.

Come.

Do you even realize the treachery that you committed

against your father, against the general

and against all of us who put our faith in you?

- But they... they told me that... - Go to bed!

But I thought we were about to make contact...

Do you honestly think I cannot make contact without you?

The chief psychic!

You know what? I can't believe it.

I can't believe that this is how you're thanking me

for everything I've done for you.

I don't need you, got it?

Go to bed.

Go to bed.

I'm all set.

What about this?

What have you let them do to you again?

Get rid of it.

Put your hands here.

That's right.

Are you ready?

Pirina to Yolo.

Pirina to Yolo.

Our commander on Earth, General Zlatev, would like to talk to you in person.

This is Yolo speaking.

General Zlatev is a Level Nine Entity

and I am not worthy of conversing with him.

I will put you through to a Representative of an appropriate rank.

Mom...

Do you believe in me?

Come on!

You stay like that until the sun rises above the horizon.

So until we find the capsule,

you'll support your bio-energetic integrity with this reflectorine.

- So there's still a chance for me? - One hundred percent.

Do I have to look at the sun?

Oh, come now. If you look directly at it, you'll go blind.

No, you just put your hand

on the reflectorine and breathe deeply, just like I've taught you.

Roger. Platnikov, just keep in mind that they're going to want to come

and see what's going on.

- The minister? - Not only him.

I got a call from the president's national security adviser too.

So next time we come, you make sure there are no blunders.

By all means, comrade general!

At ease now and off to your beds.

Platnikov, aren't you gonna go to sleep?

Carry on.

I serve the Republic of Bulgaria!

Safe travels.

When you said you'd replace me with some Soviet psychic, you were joking, right?

I would never!

Pirina, dear, I'm sorry about before,

but what can you expect from an old and ailing general?

Mon général! You are a hawk!

And you will fly so high! The whole world will be at your feet!

Bon voyage!

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Go to sleep.

Lulla-lulla-lullaby...

Lulla-lulla-lullaby...

Lulla-lulla-lullaby...

Lulla-lulla-lullaby...

Slava summons The Guides. Send me a signal.

- Hey... - What are you doing here?

They'll deactiminate us!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...

How many fingers am I holding up?

Um, one?

What was that?

Our fields are in sync...

Can you feel it? Our frequencies match.

Reflection...

Refraction...

Dispersion...

Absorption...

Attenuation...

Diffraction...

Interference...

Every day is a triumph!

Colonel, take a 73 degrees turn due east

and continue digging for 85 centimeters straight ahead. Over.

Colonel, that's 85 degrees northwest and 63 centimeters straight ahead.

Say again.

What's going on, sweetheart?

- I'm transmitting the correct data. - Lieutenant, do you read?

Chernev, Nyagolova's radio is dead.

This is Nyagolova. Take a 73-degree turn due...

Dad, that's 85 degrees northwest.

- Nyagolova? - Give it here! Give it!

Nyagolova, do you read me? What's going on, was that my daughter?

What's wrong with you, sweetheart, you're not yourself!

I'm not your sweetheart, I'm no child!

Nor am I some sort of conductor!

I can receive the signals too.

Oh, is that so?

And I also know that all the information that you're relaying is false.

We're having communication issues again. What's the direction?

- 85 degrees northwest! - Your daughter needs to rest.

You need to drink some water, sweetheart. The direction is 73 degrees east.

You drink your own water.

Dad, listen to me. She's lying to us.

What?

Last night I went down the hole. I wasn't deactiminated, on the contrary.

- And what's the contrary? - I got centered.

- Oh, Slava. - So now my field is much more powerful...

...than yours.

You... don't you...

...believe me?

I'll show you.

- Watch! - Where are you going?

Slava, wait! Slava, stop, you'll activate the safety protocol!

Stop, I tell you!

- Slava, sweetie, what are you doing here? - Back off!

Who let you in here? Slava?

Take her out of here, they'll deactiminate us!

- Let go of me! - Let go of her right now!

Who do you think you are?!

Nothing will happen to her!

If nothing has happened so far, nothing will happen!

Besides, she has already been down here.

Don't you think you ought to be a little more strict,

especially after her press blunder?

That wouldn't have happened, if you'd let her in the tunnel,

instead of having her prop up the reflectorine and then fool around.

Prop it up? Is that what you think we're doing here?

Lt. Nyagolova, this discussion is over!

Let's focus on what's important. What's next, Slava?

Don't push so hard.

It's here, the capsule!

- Oh, finally. - In here!

- Dad, we're going to fly in it! - Yes, sweetie.

- We're gonna fly! - Yes, baby girl.

Which way should we dig now?

The... en-... trance... is...

- This way. - This way?

I felt it. I felt it! I really felt it!

Well done! Lt. Nyagolova?

Well... in light of this bad imitation I'd say that the entrance...

it makes no sense that the entrance would be where the sun goes down.

What bad imitation?

Hers.

- Was she imitating someone? - Me.

Really? I didn't notice. You don't think the entrance is this way?

I don't think , Colonel. I relay what is being transmitted to me.

Is that clear?

Nyagolova, that's no way to talk to a superior officer. Leave at once.

Off with you, right now!

Lt. Nyagolova, that's an order!

- Yes, sir. - We'll dig in both directions.

Help me!

Help me, help me, help me...

Give me a sign. Show me how to go on.

To throw a stone far away you mustn't lean forward.

You must take two steps back!

- Good night. - Good night, Col. Platnikov!

Nyagolova, are you alright?

Yes. Everything's fine. Go to bed.

Good night then.

Are you going to sit here in the cold all alone now?

You got something to warm up with?

I don't have any glasses.

Slava to Sirius Seven.

I'm ready for a recharge.

Slava to Sirius Seven.

I'm ready for a recharge.

Slava to Sirius Seven.

I'm ready for a recharge.

Slava to Sirius Seven. I'm ready for a recharge.

Slava to Sirius Seven. I'm ready for a recharge.

...diffusion...

...diffraction...

...interference...

Every day is a triumph.

- Didn't you have enough, Slava? - I'm very hungry this morning.

- May I have some more? - Sure.

They blocked us from the world,

Accused us of subversion, Beat us up at the precinct

And gave themselves a medal

Hid away in residencies, Built camps...

Colonel! Colonel!

- Come here! - Colonel, stop it! No!

Communism's leavin', children, sleep tight

Let go of him!

Let go of him!

- Let go of him! - Get away, Slava.

- Our souls are bound together! - Get him out of my sight!

Our bodies are preordained! Let him go!

He must join me on the mothership!

Slava, let go!

He must get on the mothership with me!

No! No! No!

Let go!

No!

Enough! Calm down.

Let him go!

Let him go...

Communism's leavin', children, sleep tight

Give me her hand. Easy!

Spread it open, spread it! That's right.

Oh, dear. I can't... I can't get access!

He has blocked her up completely!

Go to the others. Come on...

I'll take care of her. Simeon, did you hear what I said?

Simeon! Remember what the Guides said?

There's cosmogenic energy in the capsule that heals everything!

The sooner we find the capsule, the sooner she'll get better!

Mom...

I'm here.

The sun rises in my soul!

The Divine rises in me and in my spirit!

Hurry up!

On your feet! I need the entrance to the capsule open by tomorrow morning!

You are creatures... of spirit...

...and body...

Nyagolova!

Every day is a triumph!

Colonel? Maj. Chernev called

and said to raise alert. The delegation is arriving any moment.

- This dog needs to disappear. - Affirmative!

Take it to the forest, I don't care.

We're having guests.

You have to stay here.

And keep quiet. Quiet, dear.

It's for your own good.

The sun rises in my soul.

The sun rises in my soul.

The Divine rises in me and in my spirit.

The Divine rises in me and in my spirit.

The sun rises in my heart.

The sun rises in my heart.

The sun of all suns is rising.

The sun of all suns is rising.

Every day is a triumph!

Every day is a triumph!

Just a second.

A second...

- I have... - You're awfully tense.

- It's my back, I've got... - Relax.

It's plexitis.

I can sense everything, don't worry. Relax.

It's alright, nothing to worry about.

My plexitis just got better!

Yes.

- And where's that girl? - What girl?

The other psychic.

There is no other. Ms. Nyagolova is the only psychic.

But we heard that... that it was Col. Platnikov's daughter.

- Nothing but rumors. - Mr. Minister.

This secret operation only ever had one psychic -

Pirina Nyagolova.

I see.

You know, you better see for yourself what this is all about.

I don't see a thing.

- Careful. - Platnikov!

- Aye! - Where the hell are you?

- Get over here, I can't see a thing. - Wait for the group.

- What? - It's pitch-black in here.

- Let's keep close together. - Affirmative.

This here is the second energy portal.

How many more are there?

- Twenty one. - Whoa!

So when did they plant that Chamber here?

When, uh.... How long has it been here?

Since the beginning of time.

Not sure you can even imagine how long that is.

- From before Christ? - Of course.

It's made of some very special material too.

Say, Platnikov, what was it called again?

It's an atypical amalgam of ortho- and metagranites.

Right, right.

Pretty steep here.

Holy cow!

This is the Accelerator.

- So now what? - This way please.

Is there still a long way to go?

No, we're almost there. This way.

Straight ahead. Careful.

- Can you climb up? - I can't. No, I can't.

Don't worry, don't worry. I'll support you from behind.

Easy.

- I got stuck! - Relax.

Just a few more steps.

Right here. This is the place. This is the Chamber.

- Where? - Please, this way.

- Where exactly is that chamber? - Just a few more steps.

So, here beyond this wall is the Capsule.

And you're sure that this is a chamber?

And there's something in it?

Well, go ahead and touch it.

You'll feel the energy yourself.

- Can it cure diabetes? - Absolutely.

You mustn't overdo it the first time.

That's enough.

Let's head back.

Well then, why don't you get that capsule out,

if you're so sure it's in there? Cause elections are coming and...

We made a full circle around the Chamber, Mr. Minister.

There's no entrance. We can't get in.

Well, make your own entrance, you're the army, after all.

We're giving you so much money anyway.

So... The Guides won't let us use...

Oops.

...more potent resources.

That's right, Col. Platnikov,

but I can sense that we might get exclusive permission,

especially if the Minister would ask them personally.

Really?

- What happened to her? - Ms. Nyagolova, are you alright?

- Nyagolova? - Are you hurt?

- What happened, damn it? - She hit her head.

We've got permission.

- Platnikov. Get to it. - Affirmative.

Slava, sweetie.

Eat a bit, you haven't eaten all day.

It's very tasty.

Come on.

Open up.

You can't ride the capsule on an empty stomach.

If they see a hungry person in the capsule, they send them back.

Come on.

Now we're going to find the capsule and everything will be okay.

Just eat a little.

Come on, you can't go to space on an empty stomach.

It doesn't work that way.

You can't fly in space if you're hungry. Come on.

Well done!

How about that, huh? Yummy, no?

Well done.

Daddy's little girl.

Daddy's little sunshine.

You're not my daddy.

My daddy is a Commander 3rd rank.

He's with The Guides now,

but on the 22nd of this month he'll come and get me with the capsule,

and take me... home...

...to mom.

My daddy. He...

...would never...

...take my love away from me.

He knows that the two of us are destined to give birth to the new race.

Roupchev, did you reach the capsule?

Do you read me, Roupchev?

Roupchev?

Give it a rest, huh?

- What? - I'm sayin' you should take a break.

Come on.

What?

Come on.

There are two more meters and 50 centimeters

left to the goal...

First it was 85 centimeters.

But then they weren't Earth centimeters, they were galactic centimeters!

Now it's 2.5 meters the other way! Bloody surprise!

Yolo.

Why are you playing tricks on us?

I brought the Private back, since he's so important for the operation.

He is important, isn't he?

Yolo.

They will start a new race, right?

What's wrong with you?

Get dressed. Go on, get!

I'm talking to you by telepathy...

- No! - What do you mean "no"?

- No! - Give it to me.

No!

- Give it to me, I need it! - No!

No! Stop it!

- Give it here! - Leave me alone!

Come on, please! Come on!

- I said stop! - Give it to me! Please!

Let go!

- No! - Gimme!

Cut it out, will you! I'm begging you! Stop!

- Gimme, gimme, gimme! - Get up!

Who are you? You're not him!

No!

- You're not him! - What?

Where's your antenna?

- Who are you? - It's me!

Me who?

- I'll go get the colonel, you stay here. - You're not him!

You're not him!

Something terrible has happened... Slava?

- Slava! - Slava!

Slava!

Where's Slava?

- I don't know! - What do you mean you don't know?

- I said where is Slava? - She hit me on the head and ran away!

Please, Mr. General... Colonel, I beg you!

- Colonel, calm down! - Where is Slava!

- Where is Slava? She's gone! - We'll find her!

- Colonel, calm down, we'll find her! - Slava?

Give it to me.

Put the weapon down, Colonel!

- Take that rifle off him! - Slava!

We're wasting time, let's go search for her!

- Slava! - Slava!

- Slava! - Slava!

Slava!

- Slava! - Slava!

Mom...

- Slava! - I'll be a while longer.

I have to close the channel.

Slava!

Boom!

Booom!

I said "Boom"!

Sla...

That was a controlled explosion. Everything is under control.

No one was seriously injured. I want to emphasize that.

The background radiation levels are absolutely normal.

Like I said, it's a classified military operation.

A successful one, I want to emphasize!

All initial goals have been accomplished.

Unfortunately, I can't reveal more details.

So I wish you a wonderful evening.

Slava...

Slava!

Come on, Slava, we are leaving.

THE HOLE