Original subtitles

(slow music)

-Dear passengers!

What kind of mood are you in? We're not going to a funeral.

Your working day is over, You can see from your faces that he was heavy.

That's it, let's go home - home!

And there, my dears, there

is TV, dinner, 100 grams,

wife, children, life - life!

-No, 100 won’t be enough!

-Nikolaich, well, maximum beer for you. Otherwise you’ll fall asleep before the “Time” program.

-Yes, it’s the same thing, what to watch there?

-What about cultural news?

-Yes, Nikolaich, you’re interested, What's going on in our ballet?

(laugh) -Well, now we’ve become poised!

The back is already straight.

And then - hop - and an intimate evening is possible.

(everyone laughs)

- Yes, everyone knows about everyone.

-Are you talking about cops? -Who else?

Am I working at a vegetable warehouse?

About your employees, colleagues, bosses.

You see, in fact, you can restore order here in a month. Understand?

- “Bring order.” Do you read the newspaper Pravda?

Where do such turnovers come from?

-It's not a matter of words. I speak as best I can.

(snaps fingers)

(phone rings)

-Hello! Where are you, Lipky?

-The rear commerce is turned on. Let's follow the old pattern.

- Got it, that's it, come on. Urgently, let's go!

-Let's go. -Quickly, quickly, let's go!

-What is “naive”? It's naive to think that now everything is normal, a transition period.

Everyone who wants to steal will steal and calm down. No, damn, it will be even worse.

Nobody wants to part with money.

-Like Petkina beha.

-You bitches, who do you take Mikhalych for?

He came to meet you, assholes!

-Okay, let's leave. Come on, come on, quickly.

- They don’t even talk to people like that, bitch! -That’s it, commerce, rest in peace with the saints.

(shots)

-Forward-forward-forward!

-Listen, there are some condoms on the other side.

-Follow them quickly!

Let's go, let's go!

(Sergey Kuryokhin - "Tragedy in the style of minimalism")

No need.

Let's.

(noise of cars leaving)

-Stop "Yuzhnaya". The next one is “Kozhinsky Ponds”, the final one.

-Flora...

Do you remember the watch you gave Yura? Maybe you can return it? I'll return it later.

Just twist for a while They haven't paid their salaries for three months.

- We pass through, we do not delay passengers at the exit.

Passenger, are we getting off or are we going further?

-Probably further.

-Am I closing the door?

-You help people a lot. And in particular to me. Very!

-Thank you. Can I help you get home? -Live.

Well, you deliver, of course - that’s also great. -Yes.

-You have so much warmth for people.

-And to you in particular, right?

-Yes.

-Listen to me, passenger. This means I had three husbands.

This was one of them now. Did you see the guy?

And from each of these three - for the boy, for the son.

And they all started out like you, as a passenger.

Yes, my friend. So that I don’t ruin the evening for you or myself, let’s go out.

-I didn't want... -Come on, let's get out of here.

Come on, come on, come out. On the way out, let's go!

-I'm sorry.

(opera singing)

-...Which of us is dearer to her, friends?

Today you, and

tomorrow me!

ABOUT! -Well, Sing!

Can’t you sit down and eat normally with everyone else?

-Mom, there’s no time for normal things, The boys are waiting for me in the car.

-Nothing, they’ll wait a little longer.

-So stop fighting... -Take the stand.

-Catch a moment of luck.

Let the loser cry!

Let the loser cry!

- Place it. Ruslanchik, go eat.

-Ruslanchik, wash your hands!

- That's enough. It wouldn't hurt to wash your hands either.

-And I washed, I’m a neat boy.

-Sit down.

-Why did they kill Baldness?

-Listen, go do your homework. Otherwise you’ll go to your dad’s market to trade, understand?

-Quiet, quiet.

By the way, yes, I saw these Pleshakovs, when the coffin was carried out.

What grief, what grief! Oh!

Well, he was the same age as you. -Mom, well...

Lyokha was a real kid, but it was fate.

(loud) Today you, and tomorrow me!

-Sing, that’s enough! You and this opera, I don’t know what anymore.

People have such grief, and you... -Mom, everyone has grief, everyone.

And art is eternal. -Give me the mushrooms.

-Mom, can I have another cutlet?

-Wait, son, will Yurka come?

Should he leave it?

On. -Here, bro, mine.

(door opens)

-What is this?

Yuri, where did you get so dirty?

This is a new jacket. -Mom, I'll wash it.

- Well, you’ll wash it off, okay.

What, have you been drinking or what?

-A little, at Marat's.

-What? Marat?

Are you with a girl or what?

Well, you can have a girl in your room, Why lie somewhere on the ground?

-Mom, well, they’re looking for romance, there, in the light of the moon.

And our wallpaper here is old. -We have normal wallpaper!

I changed it three years ago. -Yes, yes, of course.

Listen, go eat some cutlets. Mom tried.

Just after this...

Hey, what are you doing?

(Sergey Kuryokhin - "Tragedy in the style of minimalism")

M?

-Yes.

-Let's.

Mom, I ran.

-Will you be waiting for you today?

- No, mom, it’s still shitty wallpaper. -We have normal wallpaper. Carefully.

Let's go eat, son.

-Once again for those who don’t quite understand.

The scheme is simple and ingenious.

Have you handed over your passports? In return we received packages with goods.

The product is a mixer, a set of self-sharpening knives and a hair dryer.

Yes, this is naked China, but this China has already been

bought by me, and you must sell the goods at least twice as expensive.

In the evening you hand over money or unsold

goods, which, you know, is very, very bad.

But you still get your passports.

-I'm sorry. What are we, Are we going to work along the same route?

-Vasily, how long have you been working for us?

-A week.

-Did we practice the same points at least once during this time?

-Yes. Confectionery factory - we've been there several times.

-Everything is correct. And how did this initiative end?

Who wanted to shove this mixer deeper?

Therefore, everything is strictly according to the route I planned.

The first three are headed by our leader Ruslan

to the Arshintsevo area.

And stupidly walks around the apartments. There are a lot of pensioners, quiet grandmothers...

-I won't go there.

There are only one lads all around, Doesn't smell like grandmas at all.

Even more quiet. -Do you have your own option?

-Well, there is. You can go to a construction site in Kasimovo, for example.

If you bring it to lunch - the workers are gathering, they are all newcomers.

They're definitely going to hit something - there, wife, sister.

-In principle, intriguing.

So, that's it, back to work, at the tempo of a waltz, come on, come on!

-Lev, Lev!

You also promised me to scribble a piece of paper - Well, in the classroom, from my mother,

like, because I haven’t been going to school for two weeks, she will eat me.

-Kolya! Don't make me nervous. First big, then small.

“Died suddenly” - will that suit her?

-Lev, I'm serious. I really really need it You're doing a really cool job.

I myself began to believe, that I have a suspicion about this, well, you understand.

-I’ll write, I’ll write. -Thank you.

-I love it when children get sick.

-Oh...

Oh...

-Sergey Mikhailovich, I did what you planned.

-Oh...

All over your bones, it hurts right to your ass!

Here, bitch, there are settings for erogenous zones.

Petyun, let's try it on you?

-Um... Sergei Mikhailovich, maybe later? I wanted to discuss commerce further.

-Yes, we’ll discuss it later, it doesn’t burn.

Let's plop down.

Now.

So.

Erotic! -Yes.

-Well, Petyun? Does he get up?

-Well... My neck is crumpled.

-You can increase it even more. -Yeah.

-Come on.

Come on?

-Something doesn’t excite me anymore, Sergei Mikhailovich. Something...

Something is wrong.

- Don’t piss, it’s about to fall off.

Here, apparently, you can’t go all out.

-Sergei Mikhailovich, something is wrong. My calves were pinched, it hurt a lot. Ay!

Oh! Sergei Mikhailovich, something is not right at all!

-Oh, you bitch!

That’s it, Petyun, you need to check everything yourself.

How are you, are your eggs intact? - Yes, everything is fine, Sergei Mikhailovich.

-Did everything go well there? -Yes, yes, I stretched my neck, absolutely great.

-I'm talking about the tight ones. -Oh, yes.

Today I called the others, Everyone agrees to our percentage, everything is fine.

-You see how. Why couldn’t you understand right away?

-Yes, Sergei Mikhailovich, They don’t understand it at all without getting into trouble.

- Such is the man, Petyun.

Maybe burn it? -Whom?

-Yes, I’m talking about the Chinese, his gift.

-A!

Sergey Mikhailovich, I don’t know, Chinese for the chair...

He will say that he didn’t know, and the Shah’s

men will stand up for him, they're making friends.

-Sergei Mikhailovich, maybe I can pick it out?

-Whom? -Armchair.

I used to work as a mechanic in a car repair shop.

-So what, you want to put it in my car?

-You can try.

-Do you think I drive a Kamaz? Zhorik, why are you dumbfounded?

-Sorry, Sergei Mikhailovich, That's just me, fantasy.

- Leave your fantasies!

You have them like a schizoid.

You stand near the door, look in front of you - That's it, no fantasies!

Wait a minute, Petyun.

What about our tire service?

Who are they under anyway? - Under no one, it seems.

-So maybe it makes sense to go to a car service center on Kirovskaya?

-Necessarily.

-This, Zhorik, is not your fantasy.

(knock on the door)

-Am I not distracting?

I have an irresistible desire to communicate with

you, because you are my last hope. Briefly speaking.

I'm just getting ready to accept this fucking world

how they bring me my beloved Limonov with such a greasy stain on the cover.

I say: “Girl, did you put pancakes on it?”

She says: “No, I took it from you like this.”

I wanted to bite her nose off so that the noseless bitch can walk away for her lies!

I know that I have only Limonov, I put him to bed in bed.

She, you see, took it from me like that! Fucking goat!

-Have you seen this film?

-No. You know, I love all sorts of perverted, old things - Pasolini, Visconti.

And this, well... Cool, I guess but it's all temporary, dude.

Mine are rotten, they were made for centuries, you know?

-Sorry, they told me There should be a librarian here.

- There must be a librarian. What did you want to hand over?

-Take. -Oh, should I take it? And what?

-Modern. -Ah, modern, well...

Is it suitable for you with a bold cover? Aren't you squeamish?

-No, the main thing for me is that it captures.

-Well, I promise you that.

Yur... Damn, I'm sorry, please.

Yura, I really didn’t want to, I didn’t do it on purpose.

-Nothing.

I still didn't like it.

(doorbell rings)

- Hello! - Hello, Peter.

-Sorry for being late, I'm having some hiccups in my business.

- By God, this is not serious, Peter.

You are not the only one with me. -Yes.

-And in general, I don’t do amateur activities.

-Yes, yes, you said so. -Exclusively because of your zeal.

Please take off your jacket.

Yes, on the chair.

That's it, exhale. Exhale, stand still.

Turn the page. I'm in a great mood.

Everything was left outside the door.

Do you know what I thought?

I thought you were a dramatic

tenor, but you are still a baritone.

-Does this mean that I can’t do Herman’s aria?

-No, not Herman. This is the tenor part.

-Maybe we can somehow...

-Transpose? -Yes.

-You can transpose anything. Chamber music, well, romances.

But opera arias are not.

Well, let's start singing and we'll see. -Yes.

(piano sounds) -Stay calm.

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do. -Do-do.

-We listen, then we eat. Let's go.

Yes. -Do-do-do-do-do, do-do.

-More.

(sing together)

I don’t wrinkle my forehead.

(phone rings) -Do-do-do-do-do, do-do.

(sings, phone rings)

-So, what is it?

(louder) -Do-do-do-do-do, do-do.

-Your phone is ringing. Do you want to shout him down?

-Sorry, I'll answer quickly. -Please.

-I told you not to bother me at all.

-Well, we have problems with the Kalmyks. -Where?

- Yes, here, in the sewing workshop.

Fur coats, hats, all their fur crap.

They resist. They say the cops promised to take them under their roof.

-So you promise them an order for a batch of stuffed animals in human size.

Do you understand me? That's it, come on, I'm in class. -In boxing, or what?

-Yes, yes, in boxing! Let's!

Excuse me, please.

My boss just wants a dacha in the Russian style,

and there are bears and wolves... So I have to...

-I finally understood everything about you.

-Yes? -Yes!

You are definitely a baritone.

-A! -Ну давайте дальше попробуем.

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do.

-They have good hats.

I didn’t see the fur coat, but I didn’t see the hat!

How to eat Genghis Khan! -I heard something, these saigas from Elista

were talking about the cop’s roof?

-Everything has been settled. Now they want to join us. They apologized for not coming to us right away.

-Why the hell are you shaking that fur over the cabbage soup?

-Sorry, Sergei Mikhailovich.

-What kind of pub opened on Gagarin?

The trunk was with the buddies, praising and no one said a word to me.

-Yes, Sergei Mikhailovich, there is good zucchini.

But the athletes took it under their control. -Who?

-Athletes. Well, that’s how people use them... -I decide here who, when and under whom.

Is this clear? -Yes, Sergei Mikhailovich.

-We can visit them. -Urgently.

But calm. You need to go to this...

- "Lime." -What?

-"Lime". -What are you barking about, bitch?

-I just have a tooth, Sergei Mikhailovich... -Lime, Sergei Mikhailovich, this is...

Citrus, like lemon.

-What do you think, sheep?

I don't know what lime is? I ate it at a meeting in Dagomys, when you, bitch, weren’t even alive!

-I've knocked everything out here.

In short, they drive cars from the Poles to us.

The boys say Anyone at all can drive it.

And from the Germans too.

While we were trying on our hats, these bitch athletes opened a tavern under our noses.

How much money do they get out of it? if they have already begun to expand.

- So, so. Calm down, eh!

Mikhalych has not yet ordered them to be touched below the waist.

For now we're just getting to know each other. I'm going to talk, understand?

(car noise)

Well, guys? Which one of you should be talking with?

-With us all.

-I guess, specifically with you, since you started.

In short, you probably know who are we and who is Sergei Mikhalych?

-Yes, I know. -Here you go.

Let's get acquainted so that there are no misunderstandings later.

- From our side it will not arise, We respect Sergei Mikhalych.

And our business does not intersect with yours, as far as we know.

-And if you need a good car, then no problem, order it.

- We'll definitely order it.

Just tell me What do you have with this, with “Lime”?

This is a tavern, not cars.

-The owner of the restaurant started with us, then I invested. This is his specific business.

So, it seems to have turned out fashionable. -Fashionable, yes, fashionable.

Only, it seems, you are protecting him, guys! -We are helping our friend.

- “Are we helping”? -Well, yes.

We are almost all from the same school. -And we are specifically from the same class.

-Listen, schoolchildren!

Are you helping him for money or something... -Calm down, calm down!

The boys just have different terminology.

The main thing is the question of price. So are you covering or not?

-Arthur is one of us. Why should we take money from him?

Maybe I'll open a bar myself tomorrow. -Yeah, and I’ll go to the sauna with the chicks.

In short, not everyone here is from your class. -Quiet, quiet!

Okay, guys. Let's put this topic aside for a while, shall we?

Most importantly, tell Arturik, that Mikhalych would

drop by his tavern, otherwise his friends really liked it.

In short, guys, consumption.

Ryaba!

(easy music)

- Hello. Have you booked a table? -Young woman!

Tell Arthur to quickly move his hooves here.

Tell me, Sergei Mikhailovich Zhigalin has arrived.

-Yes, okay.

But maybe I should put you in jail first?

-I hear such a proposal every month, bitch.

Seat yourself, seat yourself.

-How are you doing here?

-It'll do. -Now I’ll call Artur Gennadievich.

- Why the hell should I put it next to food?

-Maybe this is some kind of root? -What are you, ***?

Can't tell the difference between a root and a member?

-Okay, Zhorik, well, let there be a root, if it makes you feel better.

-Sergey Mikhailovich, hello. I apologize, I didn’t know anything about the time.

Tell me, are you doing well?

do you like everything?

-And I’ll see, everything is like this for you, right? -How “so”? -Here you go.

-A! So this is Pinocchio, this is our pride.

They brought it from Holland, a designer item.

I don't remember the name of the artist, but there is a catalogue, I can bring it to see.

-No need. How do you eat here? What do you recommend?

-Now Andrey will advise you on food and alcohol.

Andrey, come please. -Andrey?

And I thought you were the boss here.

-Well, yes, I'm in charge.

-Then maybe you’ll sit down? Let's bargain for your tavern.

How do the days go?

-Of course, Sergei Mikhailovich.

-Come on, Andryusha.

Tell us.

-We have several directions.

European dishes on the first page, and then oriental cuisine.

-Trunk advised me something about acorns.

-Baked duck with acorn mousse.

-Aren't you confused? -No, this is all we have with acorns.

-Sergey Mikhailovich, we still have many Italian dishes.

-Let them eat the pasta themselves.

Well, guys, everyone has a duck? And a decanter of vodka, right?

-We have a signature dish - venison

tenderloin with celery puree and cone sauce.

-We usually smoke cones.

-Andryusha, please bring our signature snack to go with the vodka.

Sergey Mikhalych, you don’t mind, do you? - Yes, I don’t mind.

Why don’t you have music here?

-What about it, Sergei Mikhalych? He's playing. Maybe make it louder?

- No, I’m not talking about this purring.

I'm talking about VIA.

To order really soulful songs.

-VIA? Ah... -Vocal and instrumental ensemble.

-A! It’s just, you know, it doesn’t fit into our interior a little.

-Why the hell is he needed then? is this interior yours?

I see, I'm not blind, you are looking towards the West.

What the hell? There is no real comfort.

X*** instructed from Holland - you say, Pinocchio.

You can't fool me I have seen a lot of

things in the world, my friend Georgy.

-Sergey Mikhailovich, I really respect your opinion, but I'm looking for something new...

-What's new?

Look, you have people sitting there -

it’s like they have a stake in their ass.

Forks of something here and there.

There is no joy on their faces.

They would all be dancing here now, if VIA had cheated.

-By the way, this idea of singing with a piano fits our concept very well...

-Where is your duck?

-I'll bring it now. Now, now.

-Burn everything here, damn it.

A fag place.

- In my opinion, it turned out one to one.

I don’t know how the piece of paper will match, but I am responsible for the drawing.

-Thank you, Yuri.

Listen, where should I drop you off?

-Do you have work or vacation now? - Rest at work. Kidding.

There's one thing you need to look for. Smelly place.

-How can I not? I'm so open to new experiences.

-You don’t need such feelings, Yuri. -What the hell?

- That's it, come on, you can walk from here.

-Are you completely out of your mind?

Vit, what am I, little? I could come here myself.

I swear I won't interfere herd whoever you want.

Well, an artist shouldn’t live in a flask. It must come into contact with the dirt...

-Contact with whatever you want, just without me. Go home.

-Did you take the gun with you?

Either I go with you or without you. Choose.

-OK. Just listen to me clearly.

I say “we’re leaving” - that means we’re leaving, no talking. Understood?

- I answer.

-How old are you? You rejoice like a ten year old at the zoo.

-Well, that’s just as interesting.

-Where are you going? -Here.

Come on, Watson. Sasha personally handed it to me.

-Did you give it to me? It's for regulars. -Well? Who are we?

-Come on, Tolya!

-Tolya, let them in, please! Well, look how cute they are.

Our assortment should also change, right?

By the way, I haven’t gone to the blackboard yet today.

(security guard) -Do you have any money?

(loud music)

-How the hell did she jump out?

They make good money here, dust-free work.

- Bor, I already told you - I don't know why she did this to herself.

Maybe it was because of the drugs, maybe she was sad.

She worked for us we didn't know she was writing an album.

I'm just asking - listen this is a brilliant thing, it will be a hit.

You are a music producer you will do something about it.

-Sashun, I had so many people thrown out, there are no talented ones among them.

-Please. -No. -Please. -Fine.

-Marin, let Fantomas lead you into the hall.

-I understand that you feel sorry for this girl,

but look, there's a suicide every 40 seconds. Did you know?

-Really? -I'm telling you.

I counted down 40 seconds - That's it, someone jumped out.

-Bitch... 40 seconds! Why are they whining? Why do we kill each other every day here?

It's not close at all.

(musical intro)

-Thank you.

(Tatyana Bulanova - "Don't Cry")

Don't cry

You and I have one more night left.

I’ll whisper to you one more time: “You’re mine.”

One more last time, your eyes...

-What are you doing?

They will look at mine and a tear will suddenly fall on my hand.

And tomorrow I will be left alone, without you.

But don't cry.

- Guys, hello. How do you like the song?

Only honestly.

-Well, it's not that I... -Like a knife in the heart.

The blood is not flowing yet, but I can no longer breathe.

-What's your name?

-Yura. -I'm Sasha Lebed.

Come to us.

Yura, tell them how you like the song.

-We are not interested in these statistics at all. Sashun, it’s true.

-Tell me, tell me. -Well...

In my opinion, this is a unique performer. I don't particularly like female

vocals, but do you know what this can be compared to in terms of power? With Lou Reed.

-Yes, tell me more about Perfect Day. -Yes, yes, yes, absolutely!

They have absolutely identical intonation. Hopeless and beautiful.

-Yur, you are very cool. -Thank you.

-How do you like it? Did you not like something?

-Yes, I’m not particularly interested in this topic. -What topic are you on?

-And his membrane is broken on the box.

-So, hello everyone, I’m wildly sorry, literally a couple of seconds.

Sashul, do you see the black man sitting by the floor lamp?

This is Robert.

He's from London.

He is wildly interested in what kind of singer she is.

-Why does he need it?

-Listen, he is... He's with Brian Eno, or Eno...

He is close friends with him.

He really is a fan of her. He says he wants to show it in London.

- Bor, do you understand?

So, say that there is no singer now, but she will arrive soon.

- Yes, an ordinary clown. Which Ino? Gerino! Regular eggplant from Senegal.

-Valera, don’t listen to him. -Sorry, Bor, I’m not listening to you.

By the way, I have “Uncle Vanya” tomorrow. Nobody wants it?

-Valera, you’ve already fucked your “Uncle Vanya.

” Go jerk off in your theater. Is there nothing we can do here?

- Yes, I’m not with you at all, you understand. -Hello!

-What is clear?

-And I was at your performance three years ago.

-So how? -I remember vaguely.

They bowed for a long time at the end. -Everything is clear with you too.

Sanechka, that's it, come on.

Then we'll talk.

-In general, a very cool day.

-Your idea was with the construction site, it worked awesome!

-Lev, thank you. Really thank you I actually have a lot of ideas.

Truckers, for example, right? They also have a parking lot at the hotel.

-Yes, I understand, at the Sahara. Well? -Well, that's it.

-They can be unpredictable.

-Truckers? -Well, yes.

They use crowbars right away, if you don't like it. Sheep, in short.

But we need to think about it.

Don't spend it all at once. Ten percent per family.

-Let's!

(upbeat music)

-Have you chosen the girls yet?

My advice is not to delay, the coolest ones will be taken apart.

- Well, let it be. There is no one better than you here anyway.

-That's a compliment. -Do you like to exchange something?

For example, records.

Oh, is this for me? Thank you.

-What do you suggest?

-Memories. I give you mine, and you give me yours.

-I'm already tired of crying today.

-What, are they all sad?

-Yes.

Well, for example, imagine.

You kiss for the first time in your life

and you want to give him yourself, life - that's all, in short.

-Is he gay?

-No, that would be a very funny memory.

He's leaving

we're sitting in his car, it's raining,

we say goodbye and he says, that he will return in a few days.

All.

-You mean “everything”?

-That's it, no continuation.

It's just rain on the glass, how we kiss and that's it.

-Is he married or does he have a family there?

-They just killed me.

Now give me yours.

-I don’t know, after yours... But I have much more fun.

-Fun? Great, come on.

-I go to the board in geometry. Well, that was a long time ago.

And I want to say the word "katet".

And I understand that I can’t remember How is it pronounced?

There, "katet", "katetu", "roll", "it rolls - it doesn't roll."

And now I have absolutely the same condition.

Sasha Lebed. Swan Sasha.

Sasha - is she a Swan? Or Swan - is she Sasha?

Sasha, I want to help you.

You should have more happy memories.

And I will arrange it for you.

-It just happened.

(upbeat music)

- That's it, sorry, we have to go, let's go.

-Well, what are you doing? Well, where are you going? I found myself in the memories of Sasha Lebed!

- Let's go, that's it. -Where are you going? I'm not drunk!

You can just tell me who is our main enemy?

-You are my main enemy. -Oh, is this Robert? Negro, huh? I understand.

But the main thing is that it’s not Sasha Lebed.

-Forward, forward.

Well done.

(energetic music)

(phone rings)

-Yes! Yes, I'm listening.

- There will be no meeting, change the route. -What?

-You have a leaf stuck to your ass. -Didn't understand.

-Look back. Do you see the Lada? -Well.

-Do you have any drugs with you? -Well, there is, of course.

What is he, a cop? -So, proactive colleague, bitch. Yes.

-B***!

F***!

-Get out immediately! Quickly, quickly!

Get out, come on, come on!

Let's get him out.

Here.

Get up here.

Quietly, quietly, everything is fine.

-Your mother! -B***!

It's already burned out, damn it! -What are they doing, bitches!

Did you really want war?

-Okay, let's go out. -Where is everyone?

Where is everyone? -They shot everyone, bitch.

-Who? -Zhigalinsky!

And Arthur, and Lyonka, and Turnip were also put in! -Where have you been?

-In the toilet, when the smoke started. Bitches!

-Quietly, quietly, you can’t, the cops are coming now.

-Do they want war? Never mind, there will be war for them.

(knock)

-Sergei Mikhailovich, can I?

We partially killed these athletes.

-How partially?

- Well, by eye - about six people for sure.

-Are you going there or here?

Why are you letting off steam?

-It's hot.

(phone rings)

Sorry, may I answer?

-Answer.

Only here can the pipe become damp. -Then I'll go out.

-Get out.

-Yes, I'm listening.

-Hello, Pete, this is Dmitry.

-Sergei Mikhailovich, main athlete. Yes, Dim, what happened?

-Listen, we don’t understand here, do you want war?

-What did you want?

- Well, in terms of that, that’s not what I wanted to say.

Well, it doesn’t have to be like that all at once!

-Dim, why are you calling me, in short?

-In short...

Can Sergei Mikhailovich and I agree on something?

We are ready to discuss if there are any complaints against us or anything.

-Tell me, there will be an arrow right after the funeral.

-Dim, Dim, you will probably bury your own people now, right?

-Yes, we will. -Well, let's do it after this.

And I’ll talk to Sergei Mikhailovich.

-Tell me, I sort of agree.

-Listen, Dim, well, Sergei Mikhailovich is basically ready to talk.

-Yes, I...

I understand.

Thank you.

-You're welcome, Dim!

-Petyunya, what

would you do?

-With them? -Well, of course, with them.

With who else?

-Well, they are boys, of course, showing off.

But their traffic went well, and all the cars go through them.

This means their heads are boiling.

I would give them a percentage, let them pay.

-A percentage? -Yeah.

-No, Petyun.

We'll do it differently.

We'll put them all at the funeral.

To clean it up, to zero.

(dark music)

-Sergei Mikhailovich...

But I just promised them.

Yes, and at a funeral - somehow it’s not according to concepts.

The boys are buried, it’s sacred.

-Yes.

Yes, Petyunya.

Here I am teaching you, teaching you.

It's all to no avail.

They will never forgive us for this.

Never.

Their heads are stuck in the sand, and they will hate you even more.

Because they were bent over.

Such kittens, Petyunya, should be drowned immediately.

Because tomorrow when the teeth and claws grow,

It will be difficult to put them in the bag.

(nasal voice on TV) -Where are you, Dr. Lecter?

-I'm not going to visit you, the world is

much more interesting while you are in it.

I hope you will do me the same courtesy.

-Yur! -What do you want?

- Why do you turn it off right away?

-Well? -Mom has cooked potatoes, will you be there soon?

-Ten minutes.

-What, like the movie? - Scumbags.

I don’t even know whether to show you or not.

-You mean “show or not”? Vit, put him in prison for 15 days.

- Well, really, it’s too early for you to look, Your psyche is still childish, not yet strong.

You are essentially a child. You'll start to stutter.

-Are you sorry? -I don’t feel sorry, it’s scary, very scary.

- Well, damn it. -You’ll start writing, understand?

-Actually, it's fucking scary. -Yes!

-Especially with night vision goggles. -Oh!

Yes, this is a very cool idea. Actress, what's her name...

-Jodie Foster. -Jodie Foster, she plays very cool!

And Lecter, of course. -Anthony Hopkins, yes!

He also has this look like a snake, cold.

-I saw one like this recently.

-In terms of? Here we are? -Well, yes.

Of course, not Hopkins, but also a noble ghoul.

He was shot during his arrest.

-Wow, is he also some kind of maniac? -No, no.

An ordinary ordinary member of the group.

By the way, do you know what, Yur?

I wanted to tell you...

Well, you warn your brother.

Okay, never mind. -No, no, speak up.

-In general, I will still promote them all.

This group is their Zhigalinsky one.

And there he is, your brother. Well...

Do you understand, right?

-Understand.

(Sergey Kuryokhin - "Tragedy in the style of minimalism")

-Oh, Petka!

-Who do we have? -Yurka is there with Victor.

-With this garbage? He didn't understand me, did he?

-What's going on, what is it? -Nothing.

-They watch movies on VCR, Now we'll have dinner together.

- So that I can sit at the same table with this? What are you doing? -What are you barking about?

-I can't understand I come home or to the trash bin.

-Calm down, please. This is his friend. He has his friends, you have yours.

-Yes, I have my own only they don’t watch movies here.

-Let them come, I don’t mind. -Aladdin, are you sticking your bent nose in?

- Shut your mouth! -Did I close my mouth? -Yes!

-People, what happened? -What's happened?

I told you when I'm home so you don't bring your own trash?

-Nobody knows whether you will come or not! And I didn't promise.

-Get him out of here, or I'll do it myself!

-What's wrong with you today? -Nothing. Do you understand me?

- Why should I kick him out? - That's right, no need to kick anyone out.

-He is for justice. And you are like jackals! -Shut your mouth!

-Come on! I'll tell you now! I'll tell you now!

And you too!

Like dogs!

Oh my God.

What's on your mind anyway? What's happening? What's on your mind?

Can you at least meet each other halfway?

-Please don't delay.

Can I get some money today...

-Are you filming me?

- Vit, there it is... -Yes, I understand, it’s okay.

Yur, where did you get this cassette? Rented at a thrift store?

-Well, yes. - Shall I take a look?

-Yes, of course, take it. -Thank you.

Goodbye, Flora Borisovna.

Let's. -Let's.

(TSOY - "Call me with you")

(breathes hoarsely)