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The school is secret military facility.

All communications with family and friends are forbidden.

We are willing to give you a chance.

If you serve your country,

you'll be granted pardon.

All insubordination to senior officers is considered to be treason.

She'll be studying with you.

How can this be? Comrade, dear... She...

Our country needs her too now.

The girls said you were spying after me.

Spying is for agents. You are just a petty wretch.

Don't push me.

I've forgiven you as it is.

So we are square.

- Volod'ka! - I love you too!

Very much.

Promise

that you'll stay alive.

No matter what, just stay alive, okay?

I promise.

In real life a mistress of a right officer

can learn the plan of a whole army.

What if an agent has a fiance?

He has to understand that you'll get killed.

But I have a fiance and I would like to...

I don't care what you'd like.

Katya!

Mommy!

What if Germans take over Moscow?

There's a note in your sugar.

I wrote an address there of Kiev Pechersk Lavra.

Do you know where they are sent?

I guess, to the South-West.

- To Kiev? - To Mommy.

- Take me! - Katya!

Take me with you!

My Mommy is there.

Take me with you! My Mommy is there.

What's this? Where did you run off to?

I would've went to a church

and send Mommy a note.

What note?

She fills in the address in the cable and sends it to Kiev.

You come after her.

- Comrade Petrov, there was no plan. - Quiet!

If I get a little bit suspicious,

you'll face all the consequences.

I won't forget this.

Clear?

Yes, sir!

SVETLANA IVANOVA

SVETLANA USTINOVA

VLADIMIR VDOVICHENKOV

IRINA APEKSIMOVA

EVGENIY PRONIN

ANATOLIY RUDENKO

SPIES

MOSCOW 5 September 1942

Come in!

Comrade Facility Commander, you sent for me?

Want some tea?

I have Swiss chocolate. They gave it to me at the HQ.

Thank you, I just had lunch.

Wonderful. Come over here.

I want to talk to you about women.

- Excuse me? - About our girls, I mean.

Who would you give gold medal to?

What do you mean?

I mean, like in sports. First place. Second. Third.

I didn't think along those lines.

Why?

You are not interested in women?

Of course, I'm interested but...

Can I have tea, after all?

Go ahead.

Thank you.

But still..?

I think, Prozorovskaya.

That's your gold medal?

Okay.

Silver?

Delyagina.

Too simple for my taste.

But it's your opinion.

Bronze?

Samoylova.

Well... It's a matter of taste.

I see, Velichko... doesn't strike anything in you?

No. I mean, yes. Doesn't strike.

Why do you ask?

I like Velichko.

Very much.

She has something animal about her,

don't you think?

Maybe.

I didn't think about that.

Is there anything between you two?

In what sense?

In that sense.

Comrade Vorotynnikov,

there are no personal relations between me and Sergeant Velichko.

Why would you...? She's my subordinate.

Comrade Instructor,

do you find her at least a little bit attractive?

Well, yeah... I guess...

You can call her attractive.

A little.

It's good that you acknowledge it.

Because you'll have to marry her.

At ease!

Comrades Recruits!

In ten minutes you have a seminar in Lecture Hall 1.

Velichko!

Prozorovskaya!

Come over here!

Take a seat!

You too, Comrade Instructor.

I know, you don't really like each other.

But we've received a very important assignment.

I believe that only you can complete it

together with Comrade Petrov.

A German reserve division is quartered in Polotsk.

It's one of the most trained and effective formations.

We've been informed that this division has an advanced weapon at its disposal.

It's ready to be tested in action.

Your objective is to collect all the information you can about this weapon.

Photos, blueprints, test schedule...

Okay. What's our cover?

You are an ethnic German from Danzig,

Irma Steiner.

You sell groceries.

You came to arrange supplying to Germany.

You are a married couple

from the Western Ukraine, Pyotr and Angelina Rusnak.

You are both a maid and a secretary.

Comrade Instructor, you are a driver.

The thing is obtaining these documents is extremely difficult,

and we don't even know what to look for.

But we have a lead.

Half a year ago one of our agents was put behind enemy lines.

He had documents saying he's an officer from a defeated division.

He went through reorganizing process and was sent to Polotsk.

What office is he in?

Unknown.

The department that was handling him got bombed, and everyone died.

All documents were burnt down.

However, one piece of his personal file survived.

It made clear that he studied in the 3rd Kiev Infantry School

at the same time

you studied there.

And I think that upon meeting Comrade Petrov will recognize his schoolmate.

Okay.

But I want to make it clear. Finding the agent is not the main objective.

What's important is to get more information about the weapon.

That's why the contact with German officers should be

as productive as possible.

- Is that clear? - We are not kids.

Excuse me, is that what you told us in the very beginning?

We are supposed to sleep with Germans?

Yes.

Is everything clear?

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Actually, I don't drink cognac.

You took on smoking - you'll take on drinking cognac.

See that submariner?

Smile at him.

Your smile says that you have big problems.

It's true.

You are an agent. You have to put on characters.

If you can't, you fail your operation.

Remember the exercise.

- Tension-release-justification? - Yes.

Enlistment Office?

Yes.

Volodya is still missing in action?

Better?

Then go and meet him.

Go now, act!

I can't.

I have Volodya before my eyes.

In the early 20's I've been on an operation in France

with a person I loved.

We were betrayed.

One of our own.

We ended up in the hands of officers.

They were interrogating us.

We kept silent.

They knew we loved each other

so they moved from words to deeds.

They treated me like a lady.

I was tied to a bed and raped in front of him.

He had a carving made on his back.

Two stars.

We kept silent. You know why?

Because

our love and our lives are all very important.

But ideas have more value.

You wrote a letter once to a city committee

suggesting they can use you in whatever manner they see fit.

Yes.

Would you write such a request now?

Yes.

Prove it.

Here. Matilda said, 'modest'. How do you like it?

It will do.

The suit looks good on you.

- Thank you. - Only...

- ...the collar is not straight. - Don't. It's fine.

Okay, I won't. Shall we get photos done then?

What are you doing?

Well, we are married. Putting on my character.

Good afternoon!

- Comrade Instructor, permission to ask? - Granted.

I told you about Kat'ka a thousand times.

There was no plan! I wasn't going to run away with her.

I just gave her instructions.

Just in case. The train gets blown up or something...

What is she supposed to do? She's just a kid.

- Could you not scream like this? - I can't!

You are shunning me like the plague.

You don't trust me, you assigned someone else to drive Kat'ka

and think that I'm scheming some plan like a snake in the grass.

We are on the same operation, you know!

- How will we work?! - Sergeant Velichko, stop this break-down!

Yes, sir! Will stop the break-down, Comrade Instructor.

Comrade Instructor!

Kat'ka gave this for you.

She did the embroidery herself.

PETROV N.

She got attached to you, and you...

A whole month...

Me - that's fine.

But you should visit her, just once, bring her some small present.

Who's the married couple here?

- Sorry for interrupting. - It's okay. We are just...

I understand. I do.

Please.

Setting... focus... Good.

Ready?

Okay. Chin a bit higher. Good.

That's it. Passport photos are done.

Time for wedding pictures, please.

Move over there.

Okay, try and get relaxed. Feel yourselves at home.

Okay. Very good.

Good. Sit tight.

Let's dot our Is.

I'm listening, Comrade Lieutenant.

That's nice.

So nice. One sec.

Back then, with Katya, I think your actions were justified.

Although no.

You are a mother, after all.

- A little.... - Let's just forget it.

Wonderful. Good.

Better than nothing.

And one more thing...

I don't see you as an enemy.

Really?

Really. I have a good opinion of you.

Really?

Yes. As my comrade-in-arms.

So nice. One sec.

So I hope we'll do great on the operation.

Sure.

Ready?

Excuse me, is something wrong?

Forgive me, but aren't you a husband and a wife?

Yeah.

Can you somehow..?

Get here, Comrade Petrov. I won't bite.

There you go.

So you're going to work for the good of Reich?

I hope not only work.

- What is your name? - Friedrich.

Is there a place for having fun, Friedrich?

The city has two restaurants and an officers club.

Do you go there often?

No. My rank is not high enough.

It will all come to you.

Friedrich, I've heard there is a concert in the city tomorrow.

That's right.

Only not in the city but in the countryside.

In an officers country estate.

Is it far from here?

If you drive along this road, you won't miss it.

The estate will be on your right, on a hill.

Thank you. All the best, Friedrich.

All the best, Frau Steiner.

Let them through.

POLOTSK 15 September 1942

Good work.

Hold on to this state. We'll need it tomorrow.

The event is in an officer's estate,

so it's not a simple get-together for soldiers.

Higher ranks should be there.

Wow! We have a nice selection then.

Just like in a restaurant.

Our special today is Sturmbannfuhrers in SS-sauce

and Hauptsturmfuhrers in marinade.

Drop it!

It's not the time for joking.

We find a lodging. You go to sleep.

I'll prepare the camera that will go in Arina's purse.

Don't forget!

We need as many photos as possible!

Clear?

Wait a minute, please!

Take this, Madam!

Get out of here!

Excuse me!

Nobody looks familiar.

I told you, we left too early.

Why would you freak out?

These are scumbags who kill our people!

Happy, joyful.... And I have to smile at them...

It's only smiling.

Had we made photos of everyone, it might've been over now.

- Sickening. - Enough! We're on the operation.

There's no room for personal feelings.

Tomorrow we go to Command Center. To get registered. Then we open an office.

- You will dine in a restaurant. - Alone?

Yes. There will be signs. Only for Germans.

If someone comes over to meet you in the restaurant,

act according to plan.

If not, we try evening. There will be dances.

Now go to sleep.

Yes, sir!

- Permission to leave? - Go.

Not sleepy?

Studying the photos.

You said, there's no one familiar.

Yes.

But I still need to know if there were more pilots or tankers.

On this picture?

Altogether, I mean.

You should sleep.

Two red pieces of shit are taken to be shot.

And suddenly it turns out that shooting is replaced with gallows.

"You see?", says one of them to the other.

They are running out of bullets.

- Take a seat, please! - Thank you!

Have you noticed the girl at the next table?

A tea, please.

Let's go over there and meet her.

Good afternoon, fraulein!

Good afternoon!

How do you find this hole?

Pale in comparison to Danzig, isn't it?

How do you know I'm from Danzig?

I am a secret police officer.

I have to keep track of everything.

Otto Drechsler at your service.

Nice to meet you. Irma Steiner.

This is my friend, Hanz Kugel.

Irma.

Hanz.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you.

Ordering something?

Thank you, we just had a meal.

Can I ask if you have any plans for tonight?

No plans. We just came yesterday.

Today I got registered at the Command Center.

Now I understand how you learned about me.

I want to open my own business.

Actually, I'm supplying groceries to Germany.

Nice business.

But it won't be easy.

How come?

Barbaric country.

A lot of nuances.

I would be grateful if you can tell me more.

Oh, God! Unfortunately, I have to leave.

It's a pity. I could use a consult from a competent man.

Come tonight to our officers club.

We can talk there comfortably.

With pleasure.

I think I saw you yesterday in the country estate.

Yes, I've been there.

There was a girl with you, a blonde one.

That's my assistant, Angelina.

It would be nice if she can come too.

She is from Ukraine.

Are non-Aryans allowed to come to officers club?

Yes, it's true.

But we set the rules here.

She can come.

We are waiting for you at nine.

See you soon, gentlemen.

You need to inhale and hold your breath.

What?

It's you who taught us this. When you are nervous, inhale and...

I'm not nervous.

I'll shut up.

Okay then. I'll wait for you outside.

- What if somebody sees you? - So what?

So husband is a cuckold.

He doesn't have a clue...

But if you'll be standing under the windows, it turns into some sort of vaudeville.

Drop us off at a distance from the estate.

- We'll walk the rest. - Yeah, you are right.

Also,

if somebody gets interested, let him walk you home.

At least, I'll sketch his face. If we are lucky.

Let's hope.

Otto, you are a liar!

Why is that?

You have promised to explain me how to do business

and instead only jokes.

Are they not funny?

On the contrary, but I have to supply wheat to Germany, not jokes.

Right. Let's talk serious then.

What's the secret of your future success?

I'm all ears.

- Me. - Otto!

That's right. I'm completely serious.

Do you see those officers?

Yes.

They are in the military. They will leave soon.

But I will stay.

I'm the police.

Glad to hear that.

But how does the trade come in here?

Russians are afraid of me.

I don't doubt that. You are a daring warrior.

I can find partisans anywhere.

I don't need partisans.

Do you need good prices on food products?

Yes, sure.

We allow Russians to form enterprises.

Let's say, they start antagonizing:

give you bad product or raise up prices...

You tell me this,

I catch a couple of partisans in their cattle barn

and make an ultimatum to the leader:

either he makes you a favorable proposal,

or I shoot him for abetting partisans.

But where will you get partisans?

Trifles!

I'll take a couple of Russian captives

and then kill them off so they keep their mouths shut.

Nobody will look into it.

They are animals. You understand, right?

Sure.

We should become friends.

Excuse me, can I ask you for a dance?

Yes.

Excuse me.

I hope I didn't interrupt something important.

No.

The jokes of Herr Drechsler make me blush.

I didn't leave only out of respect for his high rank.

High rank?

As far as I know,

he's the Head of the City Secret Police.

Obviously, you don't know anything about ranks.

He's not so important at all.

He's been known to boast ever since he was a child.

Do you know him well?

Better than I would like to. Our estates are near each other.

We've even studied in the same lyceum.

Are you a nobleman?

Gunter von Rickert at your service.

You can call me Gunter.

Irma Steiner.

You can call me Irma.

What have brought you to this city, Irma?

Trade. I own a company. We supply groceries to Germany.

- Honorable business. - Probably.

I like reading.

It's more to my taste than counting tons.

But my father thinks that books are just a fancy.

What books do you like?

Spengler. Klages. Nietzsche.

You are a very unusual businessman.

It's a pity.

What?

You have just arrived,

and our division can be sent to the lines at any moment.

Are you a pilot?

Yes.

Only I've been sitting in the staff for several weeks.

Killing time with entertainment.

But I hope soon I will pilot my airplane again.

You like the fresh air at the mountain summit?

Mountain summit!

You really read Nietzsche! That's unbelievable!

Irma, thank you so much for the dance.

You are welcome.

If I can do anything for you...

Yes, you can.

Take me away from him.

With pleasure. And you companion?

Don't worry.

She likes rude jokes.

Whore!

Sadly, the choice of entertainment in this city is not big.

Two restaurants and the club.

I don't want to go to a restaurant.

I understand.

Should I take you home?

Is you gun loaded?

Of course.

My father thinks that guns are not for women.

And I've always wanted to try shooting.

I guess, my father was right.

Allow me...

Clear your mind.

It's only you,

your will

and the aim.

Excuse me.

I don't know what got into me.

It's okay.

A girl can't like this...

first...

You despise me now.

Irma,

you love Nietzsche,

you love weapons.

I have never met girls like you.

How can I despise you?

Take me home, please.

That's my place.

Nice house.

It was a wonderful evening.

Yeah.

Will we meet againg?

With pleasure.

Good night, Gunter.

Good night, Irma.

I don't know him.

Gunter von Rickert.

Major. Luftwaffe. 66th division.

Good contact.

They will be sent to the lines soon.

- Do you know when? - Not yet.

Okay. Where's Velichko?

In the club. I left without her.

How come?

Well... Nobody would court two girls at the same time.

Have a rest.

Hanz!

Angelina.

- Drop it. - Angelina, you are so beautiful.

Thank you.

I cannot wait for our next meeting.

Me too.

Good-bye!

Not him?

Staff womanizer.

But he doesn't talk much. Giggling - that's not problem.

Business - not a word.

Invited me to a picnic.

Overnight.

I was thinking...

If Arina already has a contact,

should I maybe blow mine off?

- Am I seeing it wrong? - Arina has a pilot.

If the new designs are not in his area, he might turn out to be useless.

So I go to the picnic.

Well, don't rush it.

Flirt with him. Chat.

We'll see how it goes.

Got it.

You know,

you shouldn't smoke so much.

Bad for your health.

How do you feel?

You were tossing in your bed all night,

walking out to the kitchen, sighing.

- I thought something hurts. - Everything's okay.

I was thinking about Arina.

Right... About Arina.

You feel for her.

Arina has a delicate nature.

She gets stressed.

Me - you don't feel for.

For me sleeping with a German is like drinking a glass of water.

That's what you think?

Today my guy is coming.

Picnic and everything... I told you, remember?

I remember.

Should I go?

Go.

Permission to prepare for the operation?

What's there to prepare?

Why? Pack my things. I'm staying overnight, aren't I?

I need to go to a tailor, get a nice dress.

I should look beautiful for my captain.

Right?

Go.

Wait.

I don't like it either.

But that's our operation. They ordered - we comply.

Understand?

Why are you telling me this?

I just want to pick you up.

You've succeeded.

Good-bye!

Gunter,

to be honest, I miss Angelina already.

It even feels weird to be here without her.

It's love, Hanz.

Who knows, Gunter.

How are you doing, Rickert?

What exactly do you want to know?

You've been all over to this tramp for a week now.

Drechsler!

Choose your words carefully.

Irma Steiner is a decent woman.

Yes, of course. Forgive me.

Is she good in bed?

Drechsler!

Calm down, gentlemen!

Irma Steiner is an ethnic German.

One more insinuation and you'll regret it.

As far as ethnic Germans go,

she's from Danzig.

I'm sure her mother

has been to bed with some dirty Pole.

Drechsler,

I could beat you up right here

but out of respect for your title and the merits of your ancestors

I'm calling for satisfaction.

This is absurd.

I accept your challenge.

Four in the morning. Tomorrow at the old factory.

Pistols are mine.

Good.

Is he serious?

It's been a week

and we are still nowhere.

They don't like to talk

when it goes about the war.

Persistent though.

Mine is saying it point-blank already: let's just go to the picnic.

Persuade him.

Say your husband doesn't let you.

I did. He laughs.

Says, "I'll give order to arrest him.

He can stay in lockup for a couple days

while we have fun.

We'll apologize later, say: "it was a mistake."

He's coming to get me tomorrow. We need to decide.

Either I go, or it's a good-bye.

We went too far.

If I'd blown him off right away,

it would've been okay.

Now he'll take offense, start looking for revenge.

Stop.

What's wrong?

It's Volod'ka.

Arina!

Arina!

Frau Steiner? What's wrong?

Frau Steiner!