All language subtitles for Freudx - Play e01-720E01

(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)