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BASED ON TATIANA MOSKVINA’S
THE CRIME OF THE SUN

SOLSTICE

Dad! Are we going?

STARRING

ALEKSANDR KOBZAR

ALESA KACHER

I shouldn’t have gone with you.
Why are you taking me there?

I have negotiated it masterly, Kostia.

I said, my cousin who lives
with us needs some polishing.

Irina Leonidovna said it
was OK. So don’t sweat it.

It’s really awkward. A tutor
going to his pupil’s grandma

and taking all his family
with him, plus the cousin.

Right.

OK, everybody, hop in.

WRITTEN BY YELENA KARAVAYESHNIKOVA

Her children went to
Germany for 3 years.

So they had to hire a
tutor for her grandson.

A male tutor! That’s unusual.

No, it’s a right thing to do.

A boy needs a smart
and strong man around.

Irina always knows what
she wants, and gets it.

Remember Pushkin’s verse?

Monsieur… what-s-his-name,
the mediocre,

reluctant to exhaust the boy,
treated his lessons as a ploy.

Our Mikhail is far from mediocre!

He’s smart, calm, and
strong. Also, good-looking.

Isn’t this too much for one man?

You never brought me flowers like these.

Are you saying I never gave you flowers?

Not like these!

It’d never occur to me
to give you a chandelier

wrapped in cellophane.

Dad, what’s a chandelier?

Sure, anything will do for me!

Besides, we don’t have room
for such bouquets at home.

What’s wrong?

We are going home.

Right, Misha! Let’s go home.

Dad, I want to meet
Matvey! You promised me.

Misha, what did I say?

Lena, either you shake off
your mood or we’re going back.

I’m not listening to your nagging.

Misha, come on. I didn’t mean it.

Masha, you promised to sing for us.

You have to stick to your word.

Some people are lucky.

I’m just saying!

Is it somebody singing
or is it the radio?

Misha, what’s wrong?

One, two, three, lighten
up, Christmas tree! Wake up!

Freeze! You’ve intruded
a classified facility.

Get out of the car, nice and slow.

Hands up!

Don’t do anything stupid.

OK, got you.

Dasha, this is Matvey.

We have a pond with ducks in
the backyard. Wanna see it?

Sure.

Let’s go!

Dasha, no! You’ll fall down.

Let her be.

Irina Leonidovna, hello.

Hi.

Meet my Lena.

This is for you.

Thanks. They are beautiful.

This is Kostia, my cousin.
I told you about him.

Nice to meet you.

We heard somebody singing.

It’s Masha.

Come inside, I’ll introduce you.

Albert and I are going
to Italy again this year.

And we’re going to Berlin.

Thanks.

After that – it depends
on Matvey’s parents.

Thanks.

Masha is a genius, a unique talent.

She has a 5 octave range.
She can sing anywhere.

In a bar, in royal opera, on
pop stage, even at the beach.

The beach is definitely better.

Who can appreciate a
good voice these days?

Two and a half men.

That’s funny. Most tutors are women.

You could find job at a
college or high school.

This pays better.

We have to pay the rent.
Lena is out of job so far.

I spend days with Matvey

and work evening shifts
as a guard at a cafe.

So I only have spare time at nights.
I’m working on a sort of a novel.

A love story?

There is love in it,
too. It might be good.

Do you perform somewhere?
I’d like to come.

I’m singing at the Free Opera.

We are performing Carmen the
day after tomorrow. Do come.

– I’ll book a seat for you.
– Free Opera?

It’s a half-amateur
theater in the South-West.

How many seats?

One, please. Somewhere close
to the stage, if possible.

What’s it you’re talking about?

Mikhail is writing a novel.

Really?

They are normal people. No snobbishness.

And this singer – she’s
like a fairytale character.

Which fairy tale?

The Firebird.

Stop swooning! OK, she is
lucky to have this gift.

But it’s bad for your personal life.

All female singers are unhappy.

I read a book about Maria
Callas. It’s a nightmare.

Right.

Never let yourself stand out,
and you’ll live 100 years.

These talents are
nothing but troublemakers.

I can see what you’re thinking about.

Why don’t you tell me what it is?

There’s only one thought in
your head, and it’s auburn!

Wow!

What are you doing with this tutor?

I wanted to make you nervous.

I know you will dump me sooner or later.

But it won’t be easy!
I’ll fight for you!

I’m a small but mean beast.
I’ll eat the tutor alive.

His wife is probably
nagging him on the way home.

First thing tomorrow she’ll
go to the beauty parlor,

to fight for her Mikhail.

She’ll win.

In the end of the day, yes.

But she’ll end up with a cripple.

You’re my beast!

I’ll drive us into the oncoming lane!

Mikhail?

What do you want, my dragon?

Tell me… What if one falls
in love with a woman like her?

What if I do? She needs
something special, doesn’t she?

She needs money. Lots of
money. And she’ll find it soon.

She’s not like that.

She is, too.

You bastard! You’ve
fallen for her yourself.

How do you know what she needs?

I know.

I know.

I see people in Kerzhach
still dream about fair ladies.

They do.

It’s an unhealthy dream. Suppose
you demonstrate strong will

and become an oligarch, a soccer player,
and an artist all at the same time.

You win your beloved and find out
that she’s an easy girl.

Wouldn’t you be traumatized?

Anyway, while dreaming
about my fair lady,

I would work and strive to my goal.

I would go forward, I would
believe, I would be in love!

Is it better to spend all
life with someone like Lena?

I’d be bored to death.

Let’s make a deal, cuz.

This was the last time
we discussed Lena’s faults and virtues.

Good night.

– Mikhail. Polina, hi.
– Hi.

Mikhail, do me a favor,
cover my shift tomorrow.

I really need it.

– Tomorrow?
– Yes.

I can’t.

I swear it’s an emergency.
Be a good friend!

Pasha, I have an
emergency tomorrow, too.

You? I can’t believe it. I’ll
have to talk to Sania, then.

Is your emergency pretty?

Go to hell.

Misha, are you going on a date?

You should take a break
from family once in a while.

How long are you going to
pretend to be a perfect husband?

I’m not pretending. I am who I am.

And it’s not a date.

I’m going to the opera. Carmen.

It’s wrinkled, as always.

I can’t button it.

Lev Davydovich, we are performing
without the second violin.

I remember.

Igor, you haven’t fixed the curtain yet.

Misha, if you screw up with
the batten again, I’ll kill you.

Yes, Lev Davydovich.

– Hello.
– Hi.

Girls, may I?

No!

We haven’t finished yesterday, Masha.

You’re wrong. You need
anger! It’s a primeval world.

Everything happens for
the first time here.

"They are whole-hearted people; "
people made of wood, of stone, of fire!

Carmen hates weakness.

She hates everything petty,
pathetic, wishy-washy!

I don’t know. Carmen is a
nice girl. She loves everybody.

Anyway, you don’t burden
your prima with concepts.

"I’m a simple person; all
I want is sing in tune."

Do me a favor, give me
more anger! Just a shade!

OK, you’ll get your shade.

Thank you, milady. I appreciate it.

Act warning. Please go to the stage.

Thank you! Thanks!

Take your time in this place.

They will start as soon
as you’re ready. You win!

Let’s argue tomorrow at 11.

Thanks.

Masha?

That’s a spirit. You promised,
and you came. My respect.

Can I take you to dinner?

Are you driving?

Yes.

Let’s go, then.

Where are we going?

There’s this place I like
on Leningradskoe highway.

Thank you. Bye.

Do you live in the neighborhood?

No, across the city.

Good. The farther from
the family, the better.

Speaking about families:
I almost forgot.

Hi, darling. I’ll stop by at this place
and be home in a couple hours.

Or in the morning, if
you don’t stop nagging me.

Or never. Bye.

That was brief and clear.
Was it your husband?

That Yura, who was with you at Irina’s?

Yes. He’s not my husband, though.

Sort of a husband?

He handles my affairs.

Sort of an agent, then.

I need peace. Peace and
freedom. I can’t love anybody.

Me neither.

What’s this about? Is
this the tutors’ ways?

Making moves on a tired and
hungry singer! Shame on you.

I’m very sorry. Let’s go.

No guts, no glory. One more glass.

Waiter.

I can’t drink beer at all. It
makes me gain weight at once.

They say singer’s voice needs nutrition.

You should sing in a
theater. A real one.

You think when you have a good voice,

everybody drops to
their knees immediately?

I’ve been to tons of auditions.
One needs connections.

You? With your power?

I don’t have power. I have a gift.

You? You can smash a
person without noticing.

You like to think that I’m
strong to get it off conscience.

No.

Are you a loyal husband?

Yes.

What are you doing here, then?

OK, I’m not loyal to my
wife. It’s wrong. So what?

Misha, you know this isn’t
what we’re talking about.

We both know it.

Anyway, I’m tired. I have to
go home. Let’s call it a night.

Check, please.

Thanks for the beautiful evening.
We shouldn’t do it again.

Misha, don’t.

Which is yours? I’ll
walk you to the door.

Please don’t. Yura likes
to look out the window

to know who I came with and where from.

Is that so? Good luck, then.

Why did you turn off your cell?

How many times do I have to
tell you it’s not about jealousy!

I have to protect you, do you
understand? Are you hungry?

I had dinner with an admirer.

We actors have our little perks.

Put these roses in a separate vase.

Who is this admirer? A young man?

Not too young.

Does he have money?

I don’t know.

Where did he take you?

What do you care?

I’m going to bed.

You forget that I’ve
just performed Carmen.

"Leave me alone; I’m on my last legs."

Can I at least kiss you before bed?

Goodnight, baby.

Yura, what if…

What, Masha?

Is anything wrong?

No. I was just thinking.

What if we have dinner
tomorrow at some nice place?

Sure. No problem.

Good. Find something interesting.

OK, I’m going to bed.

Misha, I’m sorry. I fell
asleep and didn’t hear you come.

How long have you been home?

Not long. Where is Kostia?

He went home to collect
some papers. He found a job.

Where?

I don’t know. He was
very secretive about it.

Don’t you see anything?

You’ve had your hair cut.

And dyed.

Nice. You look so fresh.

You like it?

Yes, a lot.

Misha, why have we
become so down-to-earth?

Why don’t we do something fun?

You silly girl with dyed hair.

Let’s have dinner tomorrow.

We could take Dasha with us.
I’m with Matvey till 4 PM.

After that I’m all yours.

Misha, do you love me?

I do.

Hi.

Hi. Dasha.

Hi.

Mom, can I have some beer?

No.

Why? Why you can and I cannot?

Have a sip.

Are you crazy?

Let her see for herself
that it’s not that tasty.

Why would you bring me here?
It’s an ordinary pub. Hi!

Is this the singer we
saw at Irina Leonidovna’s?

Yes.

Dasha, please sit down.

Daddy said I could.

And I say you can’t.

I’ll be right back.

It was Gertsel, saying he’s sorry.
We had a fight at the rehearsal.

Have you made up your mind?

Yes. I’ll have pork chops.
I’ll be right back.

What the hell are you doing here?

Can I see you tomorrow?

Yes. After 8 PM.

This was crude.

No imagination at all. You need audience.

His wife is here, and his
daughter, too. You don’t care!

I told you she’d dye her hair.

Guinea pig.

I’ve been waiting for you for an hour.
What happened to your cell?

Why were you waiting for me?

I’m stalking you.

You want to get me cheap.

Are you a high-maintenance girl?

I am. I don’t take money, though.

What do you take?

Life.

You can have it. It’s all yours.

You have a long life line.

But you’re not going
to give me anything.

Never mind.

Let’s go to my aunt for
three days! I want sun.

I want to go to the Crimea.

What? Are you chicken?

I’m thinking. We need to organize it.

Besides, there’s money question.

I forget you’re a poor tutor.

If you keep humiliating me,
we’ll have to finish this.

That’s cheeky! We
haven’t started anything.

We’re caught in this
already. It was inevitable.

You sleep so quiet, like a bird.

I kick, turn from side to side

and speak languages in my
sleep. I’m a restless partner.

Kick all you want.

I need some sleep.

I’ll say you’re my
husband. My aunt is OK.

OK, husband it is. But you
have to listen to me, then.

Don’t I?

Aunt Galia, we’re here.

Masha!

What was that cable about? “I’m coming”!

When are you coming,
what flight? Nothing!

Galia, dear!

Let me look at you. You’ve
become even prettier, you bitch.

Who is this?

My husband, Misha.

Nice to meet you. Galina.

Mikhail.

You could have written me about
him. Let’s go to your room.

I’ve cleaned it up.
Come inside. Don’t be shy.

Well?

My sweet old room. I can see it with
my eyes closed when I’m in Moscow.

What stops you from coming?

OK, get settled. Lunch in
an hour. Have some rest.

Why are you looking at me?

Your eyes are so… You’re glowing.

My home is the sun!

Eat, my dear girl.

I can imagine what they
sell in Moscow supermarkets.

Frozen trash! Eat.

When will we see you on TV?

Forget it, Aleksey Ivanovich.
It’s not that easy to get on TV.

God knows what they show
us. Those girls in underwear.

No voice, no looks.

Does your mother call you?

Sometimes.

Did she at least come to your wedding?

There was no wedding
party, aunt Ksiusha.

We married at the judge’s office.

So you haven’t seen your
mother-in-law yet. Too bad.

One should pay to look at this woman.

Inga, my mother, got
married and moved to Israel.

Do you like my wine?

It’s great. I could drink a whole pail.

I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s tricky.

The trick happens when
you drink your third liter.

It comes to your head,
and you’re as good as dead.

Masha, will you sing for us?
We remember you when you were this big.

You’d always sing
that song about mother.

How does it go? The sun comes up…

Your mom will smile.
I’ll sing you another one.

My boyfriend walked me to my house,
holding my hand all the way.

Because of his goddamn love
my hand hurts like hell.

See? Now we’ve had something
like a wedding party.

It was one-sided. No guests
from the groom’s side.

I’ve told Yura.

He will clear the apartment
by the time we come back.

Misha, you shouldn’t think
that… We’re grown-up people.

What are you babbling about?

You’re free. You don’t owe me anything.

Free? What do you mean?

We come back to Moscow
and go our separate ways.

Why would you turn out a
useful person, then? Poor Yura.

It’s my business.
I stay away from yours.

Masha, I don’t know
anything. What shall we do?

Nothing. Let’s get up,

look at the sun and melt in it.

It didn’t work. We didn’t melt down.

We’re too solid.

Well, Misha, have you
visited your mother-in-law?

Yes.

Have you fought?

No. Why?

You look gloomy.

– How did you find me?
– You told me yourself.

– I forget.
– No wonder.

Looks like you suffer from
short-term memory loss.

Masha, I didn’t have a chance…
I had to have my car fixed.

Then my cousin Kostia came
back. I sent you a text.

You didn’t even call! You’re
too much of a coward for this.

Why call if there’s
no chance to see you?

I was going to sort it
all out and come to you.

Why call? How about finding
out if I’m still alive?

Besides, where were you
going to come see me?

Your place. You said you’d dumped Yura.

Why would I ruin my life like this?

– Oh, that’s how we stand.
– Yes, that’s how we stand.

Excuse me, then. I’m working.

Don’t you ever do this again,

or I don’t know what will
happen to me. I’ll die!

Do you understand?

Why don’t you answer the door?

I was asleep.

Come on, Masha. I don’t
need these tricks of yours.

I’m doing all I can and even more.

It was so beautiful. It
always is, in the beginning.

And then it turns into trash.

That’s what will happen with us.

It’s 3AM, I have to be
up at 8. Why did you come?

I was worried about you.

I thought you were alone, crying.

I wasn’t crying.

Baby, don’t be mad at me.

We’ve started on a high note.

We have to be a little
simpler, more down-to-earth.

I don’t need you in my
life. I need a reliable man,

one who will take care of me every day.

I need to pay my rent, buy
good clothes, make my career.

As for the bed… You wake up
and you forget everything.

Masha, you think I need you
in my life? I have everything.

A full set.

So let’s break up.

Well said, Masha.

I love Dasha. She’s too young.

We don’t have money for an
apartment. Lena doesn’t work.

How would I leave her?

I understand.

Just remember that what
we have is very serious.

It’s dead serious. I know it.

What does Kostia say? Did he find job?

He says he did.

There’s an
opening in the neighbor school.

They need a junior school
and daycare teacher. I’d like to take it.

What do you say?

We should think about it.

Misha.

Are we OK?

We’re fine.

Masha, you’re awful today.
You have a premiere tomorrow.

Are you sure you can sing?

There will be experts from
the Golden Mask there.

I’m sorry, Lev Davydovich.
Of course I can sing tomorrow.

Masha, can I have a minute?
Sveta, 5 minutes break.

What’s wrong with you? Is it a man?

Yes.

Is that serious?

Yes.

Too bad. Is he married?

Yes.

An actor? A musician?

No.

That’s even worse.

Masha, you’re not an ordinary person.

You don’t need anything ordinary.

This is your realm.

All that is not for you.

It’s sorrow, humiliation, broken heart.

Every time you stuck
your beautiful face in it,

somebody will give
it a blow. It’s a law.

Only those who can’t live
there are given talent.

Do you believe me? Masha?

Yes.

Don’t worry, Lev Davydovich. I’ll sing.

OK, we can start now. Ready for takeoff!

You’re so cheerful today.

I’m always cheerful when it’s sunny.

Well, Kostia, take good
care of the apartment.

You never said when
you were coming back.

I will come back, I promise.

Masha, I’m so hungry. I’ve
been driving for 6 hours.

You’ve obviously cheered up

after sending your
family to the country.

Don’t start it.

I’ll have some free time in two weeks.

Let’s go to the Crimea.
Yes or no? Tell me.

Honestly, Masha, I don’t have money.

But I’ll think of something.

I’ll have to go to Dad’s.
He always has some savings.

Why don’t you come with me?

He’ll like you, I know
it. He lives on a farm.

There are bunnies!

Why not. I wonder what you’re
going to tell him about me.

I’ll say that I love
you. He’ll understand.

He used to be a ladies’ man,
too. Even when Mom was alive.

So infidelity runs in the family.

My dad was an orthodox
Communist. When we, so to say,

lost our way, he decided to
separate himself from the state.

You can die without me
in the world ruled by cash.

“You’ve betrayed your
fathers and forefathers”.

At least he seems an honest man.

So, how about our plans?
I could go tomorrow. You?

I’m singing Carmen tomorrow.
After that, I’ll have a 5-days break.

By the way,

your cousin has been
frequenting our theater lately.

He stares at me and brings me flowers.

Kostia? He never told me.

See how you affect Vladimir boys?

Kostia, people saw you at the Opera.
You’ve become a fixture there.

How do you know? Are you seeing her?

I’ll let this subject drop.
It’s you I’m worried about.

You used to be light and cheerful,

and now you’re dark and
sad. Tell me about your job.

It’s a sort of a security company.
The guys are only starting.

What’s the name of the
company? Do they have a license?

What are you doing for them?

There’s nothing to tell yet.

Where does she live? Have
you been to her place?

Kostia, your passion
is doomed, believe me.

Yes.

Misha, we’ve got a
problem. Mom is coming.

Whose mom?

My mom, from Israel. I don’t
know what she’s thinking.

She’s coming tomorrow.

I have to meet her. I
haven’t seen her for 2 years.

Then we’ll meet her. I’ll come get you.

Thanks.

Is that her?

No, bro, that’s not her. She
is inaccessible for mortals.

Just don’t mind her. Mom
likes to shock people.

Just bear with her.

Mom!

Baby! Your prodigal mom is
back. I’ll call you back!

Shalom, Russia.

Masha, oh God. Why are you so skinny?

Mom.

My God, who’s this?
Is this your husband?

Are you crazy, marrying
such a handsome man?

What’s your last name?

Trofimov.

What?

Trofimov.

Is he Russian? Pureblood?

Yes, mother.

Not a drop of healthy blood in him?

A Polish grandmother,
maybe? A Jewish grandfather?

No, nothing. What’re you gonna do?

Inga Birman, artiste.

I mean, former artist of
the former Soviet Union.

Come on, mother.

Yes, the carriage of the
past. You can’t go far in it,

as Gorky wrote in his
play The Lower Depths.

You remember it, of course.

Vaguely.

Masha, your husband is an
ignorant, illiterate man.

He is literate. He’s
a teacher by training.

That’s even worse.

Misha, I’m awfully sorry, but
how do you make your living?

I sort of have a job.

How much does it sort of pay?

Is it an Israeli custom

to ask about your son-in-laws
salary first of all?

Yes. We, Jews, always want
to know who supports whom.

Mom, that’s enough. It’s
all a one woman show.

Mom has no Jewish blood in her.

Ukrainian on her mother’s
side, Polish on her father’s.

Blood doesn’t matter.
This is my nationality!

This is my Israel! My Yakov
Birman and his 300 relatives.

How is uncle Yakov?

Sending his projects to Israeli papers:

how to make the Promised
Land a super-Promised Land.

The power of habit, you know.

How about you? Are you performing?

Don’t sleep together
tonight. It’d make me nervous.

You have to deliver this
thingamajig to this address.

This, too. Put it in the
attic. I’ll give you the key.

What’s in it?

Presents from Santa Claus.

To blow off noses for
nosy Parkers like you.

Take the money and zip your
trap. OK, like the Yankees say?

Daddy!

Dad? I’m here.

This is a marvelous estate!
Misha, is your father a prince?

Something like that. Dad?

Hello.

Drive in.

Daddy, meet my wife Masha.
And this is her mother Inga.

I know. I read your cable. Come inside.

Put your stuff in this room,
and Inga’s to the next one,

with the mirror. Lunch is waiting.

He’s so stern. I almost froze.

Misha, why didn’t he say hi to us?

Greetings are for pussies.
You’ll get used to it.

It’s all home-grown. Help yourself.

The sausage, too?

Dad keeps some pigs. He
makes his own vodka, too.

This one is from veggies,
and that one – cranberry.

Sour cream!

I have two cows. Yesterday
I caught a pike in the lake.

I’ll cook it for dinner. Do
you want to go to the sauna?

Oh yes.

Now, tell me why you’re here.

I need money. 30,000.

Why did you lie about the wife?

It’s for her mom’s sake.
Dad, please try to understand.

I fell for this woman.

Do you need money for her?

We want to go to the Crimea.

I see. You’re going abroad.

Your Masha is pretty.

And girls like Lena are dime a dozen.

You can do better than her.

I’ll give you this money.
I’ll give you more than you ask for.

You’ll take her to the Crimea

and then buy her something
nice as a farewell gift.

A ring, maybe, or a brooch.

They tend to cry less
if you give them a ring.

You’re up early, beauty.

Good morning.

I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.

I walked round the house
and found the secret place.

It’s my wife, Polia.

Is it a memory nook you made here?

It’s a grave.

You buried your wife
here? Can you do that?

No, Masha, you can’t.

Of course you can’t. Russia
is a bureaucratic land.

When you’re born, they
put a tag on your hand.

When you die,

you have to lie in the land
allotted for this purpose.

I came out of the
crematorium with the urn,

and suddenly I thought:
to hell with all that.

I’ll bury my wife in my
own land. You won’t get her!

I won’t give you
anything of mine anymore.

You’ve gone rather far in
your war against the state.

If I buried her in the city,
who would tend to the grave?

See? Here, she’s always close to me.

Did you have a good life?

I can’t even start telling you.

Sometimes I’d be silent for
days, and she kept smiling.

She never pried into my life.

She was a merry woman!

Ginger! Come here, Ginger.
Here. Take it. Isn’t it good?

Dad, we’ll probably leave after lunch.

You can take home some
dill and radish with you.

Farm cheese, too.

I’d love to.

I’m impressed by your farm.

I myself don’t have a green finger.

Sometimes I think if I plant a beetroot,

it will grow into pumpkin.
Or won’t grow at all.

You’re good at growing
children, though. Look at Masha.

No, Masha is a God’s gift.
There’s nothing from me in her.

I didn’t raise her:
she grew up by herself.

Children don’t grow by themselves.
If you withdrew from her,

somebody else must
have taken your place.

I didn’t withdraw. I just
didn’t hover over her.

She was growing up freely.

What?

Here. Take it.

Ivan Petrovich, I wish you all the best,

and thank you for the
son. We’re family now.

Family?

Dream on, old woman.
I’m not your family.

Did you call me an old woman?

That’s who you are.

No floral pants or smocks will
change that,

old chatterbox!

Ivan Petrovich, what’s wrong?

Dad!

Your dad is at home here,
on his own land.

And these people!

You moved to Israel? So stay there!

Instead of screwing around,

you should have kept an eye
on your daughter. Family!

Father!

Look at yourself, you
schmuck! Me, an old lady?

I dress as I like. And I won’t
be bullied, your bastards.

I’m not an old lady,
I’m a charming woman in her golden years.

And my daughter is a genius,
a beauty, a clever girl.

She’s too good for you.
Go to hell, you old fool!

Get out of here, all of you!

I’m not going anywhere until
I have something to eat.

Why are you doing this?
What’s wrong with you?

I’m not used to being around people.

I’m tired of you as if you’ve
been here a year, not a day!

I don’t see any people around.
Does anybody live in Russia at all?

We’ve seen a Russian man today.

He’s a nice guy. He just got
barbarous from living alone.

If I had a little more time…

I got it you haven’t
registered your marriage?

We haven’t got to it yet.

I see.

What do you see?

That you’re a fool.

Where are you going?

Stop falling apart!

If you burn down our
house, I’ll kill you.

Misha, are you with her?

Who else? Him?

I want to die at her feet.

I can organize it for you
when I’m back. You will die.

I made scrambled eggs with vegetables:
tomatoes, onions, and bell peppers.

What?

I don’t like fried tomatoes.

I didn’t know that.

You could have asked.

Masha, get yourself
together. Control yourself.

It’s your phone.

Yes?

Lena and Dasha are in
hospital. There was an accident…

In the country…

Damn it!

How is she?

Just a small concussion
and a bruised arm.

We were in the back seat. She
hit her head, and so did I.

How are you? Does it hurt?

Not anymore. Now we’ll
be all right. You’re here.

These bastards, Friday noon
– and they were drunk already!

The brute on the track…

My mom…

She died on the spot, without
regaining consciousness.

Come on. Hush.

Uncle Tolia, too! And
we were in the back seat.

Misha, what are we gonna do?

I know. The main thing
is you two are alive.

I can’t get rid of this picture.
I still see it in my head.

I know.

Misha, your phone.

I’ll call them back.

Let me take something else.

I’ve got it.

Kostia, are you at home?

Kostia?

Misha, come here.

Dad, look what I’ve got.

Where did you get it? Did you buy it?

Where did you get the money?
Who died and made you rich?

Misha, are you with her?
And she’s with you, right?

Where’s the money coming from?

They told me to deliver a bag.
I did. Then I saw it on TV.

What did you see? Yourself?

The same street and the
banker who was killed.

The same street where
I delivered the bag to.

They set you up, you patsy!
You’re an accomplice now!

It’s at least four years’ term.

Maybe they won’t find me.

You wish. So you’re
celebrating with this money?

That’s where Dasha’s
presents come from! Idiot.

You’re a hopeless idiot.

I didn’t know.

First they paid me and
then gave me that errand.

I didn’t know.

I thought it was something
about private investigations.

Don’t shout.

Cousin, you’re a fool.

I feel awful.

What if I go to the police
myself? Will they arrest me?

I guess so.

You wanted easy money, easy life?

It’s my fault, too.

I should have seen that
something was wrong.

But I was too busy with other things.

You really think they will arrest me?
I didn’t know anything!

Crying won’t help. We
need to make a decision.

Right. A decision.

These are cool.

One pill, and you’ll be
watching cartoons for 24 hours.

How much?

500 rubles.

How much for all of them?

Yes, I’m listening.

Inga? What happened?

Is she at the hospital?

Is she alive? I’ll be there.

Hertsel.

You talk to him.

Lev Davydovich? Yes.
Masha can’t talk right now.

She’s asleep. Yes.

How did it happen? Don’t lie to me!

Did you try to kill yourself?

No.

I just wanted to feel happy.

Even if the happiness wasn’t real.

The pills were probably
fake. Or maybe I just OD’d.

Forgive me if you can.
I’ve failed this test.

I can’t deal with everything
and everybody at once.

You should have called.

I couldn’t.

You very well could.

I know why you were doing this.

You decided that it was God’s
punishment to you, for me.

That your family got into
that accident because of me.

Right?

It’s me who is dead.

The Masha you used to
know doesn’t exist anymore.

The poor thing died in
pain. Now I’ve replaced her.

Masha, I’m a jerk. But what can I do?

I’m responsible for Lena, for Dasha.
They don’t have anybody else.

I decided we can’t
see each other anymore.

I can’t cheat on my wife, who
has recently lost her mother,

for my own pleasures.

So that’s what I am: a pleasure.

It doesn’t matter anymore, though.

Masha, you’re not yourself.

I’m scared for you.

Don’t be. You don’t have to
worry about this new Masha.

I feel sorry for the
one who died, though.

She was a nice woman.

Well, go. Go!

I’m listening.

Can I see a detective?

Which one?

Any one.

The detective said if I hadn’t
confess I’d be an accomplice.

But since I stated
that I was a hired help,

unaware of their criminal intents

and was used for individual
errands, I’m just a witness.

Are you scared?

No.

I spent all my ability to be scared
when drinking under this table.

Come on. Cheers.

You drink too much.

Yesterday you came home
drunk, and now again.

Lena, stop lecturing me.
Don’t get on my nerves.

I’m sick and tired of this shit.

I’m getting on your nerves all
the time lately. Why is this?

I never loved you, that’s all.

Nonsense, Misha.

Dasha!

Good morning.

We’ll celebrate our success today.

I wouldn’t call it success.

You should. This isn’t our home country.

Here, with some luck, a talent
can find adequate reward.

It’s a victory, Masha. I must
say I was worried about you.

After that…

thing you couldn’t
control yourself for a while.

Way to go! You didn’t fall for it.

For what, Yura?

Love is a bitch.

It takes everything and leaves,

and you stay alone – pathetic, lost,

as if you were mugged
at a train station.

Yura, don’t talk about love.

It’s no use, whether you have it or not.

I want beer.

Whow do you say it? Beer! Zwei beer.

I’l learn German, I promise.
I’m a quick guy, you noticed?

You’re my little cockroach.

I’ll go get us some beer.

Hello?

Hello?