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What's wrong?

Honey, come here. It's okay. Don't be afraid. I got you.

Sorry, was I screaming again, hon?

That's okay.

I like it when you scream.

Who is it?

Doesn't matter.

Just check it.

Come on.

IRA Should I wait for you or not?

What's the matter?

Sorry, honey, I gotta go. It's work.

- On a Sunday? - I told you yesterday. Remember?

Go back to sleep. I'll be quick.

- Higher! - Whoa!

Higher!

Anton misses you a lot, Sergey.

I know.

If I could just have him for one weekend…

I mean, really… she is punishing us all.

I'll talk to her, but you know how she is.

What's wrong with you? Do you want him to break his neck?

Get off, hurry up!

Mom, keep an eye on him!

I'm waiting for you in the car like an idiot.

- His coat's undone! - Don't get angry.

First of all, we still have time left. And we had a great time, yes?

- Are you happy? - Yeah.

Who said I was angry? Do I seem angry?

No, that was just mild irritation.

Now, you're getting closer.

Mom, it's not Daddy's fault. I wanted this, honestly.

Yeah, I know, it's never Daddy's fault.

- Is it for me? Is it for me? - Anton, wait.

Anton, Daddy bought that for another boy. I told you.

He now has a new home, a new family.

Jeez, Ira, stop it.

Anton, let's do it this way.

Next week, I'll come and see you.

And I'll bring you the same one. Even better.

Promise, Dad?

- Mom, get in the car. - Promise. Give me five.

Anton, come on. Let's get in the car.

What's the matter, Ira? Can we talk normally at least once?

No, but if you want, we can stop talking.

It will never be "normal" again.

Let me take Anton to my house for the weekend.

It's beautiful. Lots of nature, the air's fresh. You know.

If it snows, we'll have a snowball fight and make a snowman.

I'll talk to Anya. I'm sure she won't mind.

That so? Anya won't mind?

So if Anya won't mind, I'll come as well.

- Ira... - We'll get to know each other better.

- We'll make a snowman together. - Help! Is there a doctor here?

Take the dog away. I'm a doctor.

Hey, calm down, man. Stay still.

- Oh, not this bullshit again. - Go fuck yourself with your Anya.

Mom, where the hell are you off to? Let's go.

- It's okay, stay with us. - Mom, let's go.

It's all right. It's all right.

Let's go. There's no need to look at that.

- Hello, there. Did you miss me? - Hello to you, too.

- So, tell me, where do I sign? - Here, thank you.

All right.

- 52,002 rubles? - Mmm-hmm.

I thought I'd sent you everything already.

Well, this is an additional invoice

for broken dishes, furniture, and the window.

- And the window? - Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry, that was at the beginning.

- She won't have alcohol issues anymore. - Good to hear.

There you go.

- Telephone. - Mmm-hmm.

Passport.

POLINA KUBASOVA

- Ankle monitor. - Foot off the table.

It's okay.

Why, thank you.

Keep the change.

I don't get it. What do you need, exactly?

Skiing? Sure.

Judo? You got the best trainer. Malta! Switzerland! No problem!

At your age, we didn't have anything. Not even food on the table.

I was washing cars at intersections.

What do you want from me?

Cell phone.

Your what?

I'd like my phone, please.

Just like your mother.

Damn it! Where are you going?

God. Stupid old hag.

She looked weird, huh?

Probably a drug addict.

Sixteen-megapixel camera, battery's like an animal,

it'll stay airborne for 40 minutes. Just like you wanted.

Look how fast it flies, huh?

It can almost hit a plane, buddy.

"The maximum altitude for these quadcopters is 3,000 feet,

and for this model, the limit is 2,000 feet,

so Bluetooth range is not enough for these longer distance ranges."

Sir, you should know that civil aircrafts fly at an altitude of...

Misha, please don't call me "sir," okay?

Hold it.

There you are, flight enthusiasts.

- Do you have permission to fly? - We bought a new toy and we're testing it.

- How are you? - Very well.

- Are you out with the kid? - Yeah.

Hello, Misha.

Listen, I need to talk to you.

Have dinner with us today, and bring Anya around.

No, no, no.

I won't take no for an answer. Help a friend out, please.

Before my daughter pisses off to England,

she and Marina are just gonna kill each other.

Come on, Sergey, why not? Just a friendly meal, a drink, a chat…

- We'll think about it, okay? - There's no debate.

- You owe me a favor, hmm? - And I remember.

So I'll be waiting for you tonight at 7:00.

Plus, I shot a moose.

Marina will cook it with love,

and you'll eat well, at last.

Your wife isn't a good cook, right?

Misha.

Misha, where are you going?

Misha, wait for me. Mish!

Mish!

Daddy is finally home.

And brought his disaster of a daughter.

That's just great.

Better get used to it. That is your sister after all.

You know perfectly well I can't stand this, Leonid.

I can't stand the way he walks, talks,

and how he won't stop laughing at his own jokes.

- Help me, please. - Mmm-hmm.

And didn't we just see him?

A month ago.

Come on, baby. It'll just be one hour.

Then he'll leave us alone for another month.

You just want everyone to like you. Can't you say no once in a while?

No.

- No. - Enough, stop it. Stop it.

No.

Stop it. Why are you… You know I just put it…

- It's not… - Sergey!

- You're going to crease my dress. - That's all right.

This Leonid, what a disgusting laugh he has.

Get it? The light turns on, she's lighting up a cigarette…

She goes, "Dad?" Taken by surprise, "Masha, now you smoke?"

Hey, why is nobody eating the moose? I don't understand.

Come on, man, it's fresh meat, Sergey.

- I have enough. - Man, it's fresh.

I'm telling you, running wild yesterday.

- Thanks, man. - Drinking birch sap.

Here, have a piece, Misha. It's got a lot of iron.

Good for men. It gives you stamina.

As a matter of fact, I don't eat meat.

Whoa! Yeah? Why not? Are you a vegan or, uh… what?

It's his choice.

Mmm-hmm. You know who didn't eat meat either?

Hitler.

Do you remember how it ended? 1941, 1945. We can do it again.

- How about another glass? - No, thanks, I'm fine.

Please, kitten, fetch more whiskey, would you?

- Mmm-hmm. - Go ahead. No, wait.

How about some vodka?

- No, I've had enough. - Gotta eat moose with vodka.

Kitten, please bring a bottle.

Okay.

There's a drop left. Did you call Polina?

Five times already.

Polina! Get your ass down here!

Let's polish this off.

- How was the moose, huh? - Good. Yeah.

Marina has got her own recipe.

It has pepper, parsley root, cloves…

Finally.

Concert is over.

Where were we?

Hitler, I think.

No, no, no.

Oh, you were going to tell us how you two met.

- Yes, yes, yes. - Really? I didn't realize that.

Come on, come on.

- He won't get off you otherwise. - There's nothing to tell.

Well, basically, I was going through, let's say…

a rough time at work, and in my life in general.

Sleepless nights and stress.

My friends recommended I see a good psychologist.

I walk into the room, and Anya's there.

How romantic.

Depression. That's what it's called. Depression. So it's not very romantic.

So he depressedly screwed you right away in your office?

That's what happened, yeah?

Just like that on day one, Anya?

Sorry.

That's enough.

I don't see a ring on that finger yet. Why not?

We haven't had time. You know, we've been busy.

Oh, I see. Why don't you make a baby? Your own, I mean, you know.

No time again?

Sergey, medicine's progressed so far.

They can do it all for you without your presence.

You're not even needed.

But we did it the old-fashioned way. Did it all by ourselves, didn't we?

Don't.

Excuse me. Have a good night.

So, now it's your turn. Tell us how you two met.

It's not that interesting.

It's almost the same. But a stripper, not a psychologist.

Right, kitten?

- Leave the table. - What?

I said leave the table now!

Go to your room. Stay there until I let you out.

Damn kid's completely lost.

Yours, too. He's got a screw loose. Really, what's wrong with him?

What's wrong with him?

How's life for him? I mean, is he bullied at school?

Got friends? Good grades?

- He's homeschooled. - Hmm.

Sorry, what exactly is wrong with him?

Mental illness, I guess. He's sick, right?

He's not sick. We don't call him "sick," we say "he's special."

Right on, "special."

He's got this syndrome…

Asperger's, an autism spectrum disorder.

Yeah.

It's much harder for him to communicate. Much harder.

He can't read people's emotions, intonation, facial expressions.

Whatever's natural for us is a struggle for him.

He doesn't get our rules.

Doesn't understand what can and can't be said aloud.

He doesn't understand how to react to jokes,

doesn't understand people's boundaries.

It may seem he doesn't have feelings, but he does.

He hears everything and understands.

For him, it's just way harder to actually express them.

It's also… it's tough for him to live among us.

He needs distance and special attention. But kids can be very cruel.

He's very talented.

- At science, chess… - Mmm-hmm.

For example, he knows by heart the book he read when he was four.

Really? He still remembers things from when he was four?

Oh, wow. Poor guy.

Don't worry, no need feel sorry for him. He doesn't need that.

Oh, you know, I meant it in a good way.

Although, you will have to take care of him your whole life.

You think? What are you saying exactly?

Mmm, just, uh...

Sorry, but what's all this heart-to-heart talk, if you don't mind?

- Are we friends or something? - Anya.

Oh…

Anya's had too much to drink today.

So I guess there is no need to offer an orgy tonight, apparently.

Who do you think you are?

- Lord of Life, right? - Anya.

I'm sick of jerks like you!

Sick of the food only you like, your whiskey and your vodka.

Have you read a single book in your life except your bank book?

Stupid fucking fat asshole!

Why did I agree to this drunken revelry?

Why the hell did we have to sit there, listen and smile? What for?

We're never going back there. I'm warning you! Never!

I hate that he got me yelling. What a jerk!

Sergey. Sergey, come and help me.

Do you hear me or what?

- Anya, come see this. - …but not critical.

We're joined in the studio by virologist Professor Pakhomov Vsevolod Mikhaylovich.

- Good evening. - Tell us, what should people do?

What is so special about this virus,

and tell us how is it different from, say, the regular flu?

First, this virus spreads very quickly.

That is, you know, that is the main peculiarity.

The symptoms are also quite unusual. Rapid infection of the lungs,

also, a weird discoloration of the iris and, um, coughing up blood. Lots of blood.

Death can occur in just a few days, but sometimes faster.

No need to get too concerned.

We are talking of just a few local outbreaks.

The government has the problem completely under control.

According to the latest figures, only 200 people are infected nationwide.

I'm sorry, but your latest figures are, excuse me, absolute nonsense.

Sorry, but why are you misinforming the people?

Uh, Moscow alone has already registered over 2,000...

Are you sick, or do you have a headache? Take Grippdol.

Provides fast relief in only five minutes.

Grippdol, healthy again.

Wait, what just happened?

- Are you feeling depressed? - Did they cut him off?

Seems like it.

Are you okay in there?

Are you leaving already, Ira? The meeting's in 15 minutes.

Where are you going, Ira?

Has somebody seen my son?

This is unacceptable. Why are you guys wearing masks?

Your children are fine. Stay back.

They'll be released soon.

Calm the kids down and line them up.

Okay, kids, line up along the window.

Everyone who had contact with the infected is here?

- Yes. - Just these classes?

Yes.

We're in the school.

What's the situation?

We have one infected, and the rest are in the gym.

You're sure you have all the infected?

Are there other classes in the school?

- Are there other pupils here? - Yes.

Yes, there are.

Isolate the whole school.

The whole school? I don't have enough men, major.

That is an order.

Understood. The whole school's quarantined.

- Everyone? - Yes, everyone.

- Even me? - Yes, you. That's an order.

Is that so? I've just arrived. Please, you can't...

Get a hold of yourself.

You have your job, we have ours. Leave it to the doctors.

Hey, there, it's okay.

Stay calm. We're gonna help you.

Okay?

Just close your eyes and relax your arms.

Everything will be okay.

Can't you just explain what's going on?

Natasha! My daughter! What did you do to her? Let me through!

Where are you taking my daughter? How dare you?

Natasha!

Where are you taking her? Natasha! Natasha!

Let go of me! Natasha!

Anton, baby, where are you?

In the gym, right? And those men, are they in there?

I didn't go with them. I'm by myself.

I ran away. In the locker room.

Baby, get down to the cafeteria.

Go quickly. I'll wait for you there, okay?

Uh-huh.

Citizens, the entry to Moscow is closed until further notice.

Please stay calm.

Go back to your cars.

Citizens, the entry to Moscow is closed until further notice.

Ira! Hello.

Ira, can you hear me? Hello.

Can you hear me? Hello!

That better?

Oh, thank God. The signal's bad.

Where are you? We were supposed to meet at the school!

I'm on my way.

I'm trying to get through, but they won't let anyone in.

Everything's blocked off. I'll find a way.

No need to find a way. You have someone else to take care of.

- I gotta go. - Hello?

Come on, baby. Open it! Open it!

Come on, pull! Try using both hands.

Harder!

- No? - I can't.

Oh, shit!

I have an idea. Get back. Back away.

Are you away?

Get into your cars.

We need some answers.

Tell us when we'll be able to get through.

I repeat, Moscow is temporarily closed.

Look, can we step aside, have a talk about this?

Especially for you, sir!

Moscow is closed until further notice! I can't be clearer than that.

- Come on, man. - Go back to your cars!

Screw this! It's pointless. Only food trucks are allowed through.

Even though they're already dead there. What do they need food for, really?

Go back to your cars.

They let trucks through, but not us.

Citizens, Moscow is closed until further notice.

- Kitten. - Yeah?

What's all this, huh?

I told you to pack the essentials. We can buy the rest there.

Do you want me to go naked?

Naked? Isn't this enough?

- You've got ten minutes. It's time to go. - Okay, okay.

Polina. Polina.

Polina!

What the hell, Polina? The plane's in two hours. Are you ready?

Should I kick the door in?

Why aren't you dressed?

We're not going anywhere. All airports are closed.

POLINA KUBASOVA Hey, neighbor!

MISHA Hey!

POLINA Looks like we're all dead.

MISHA?

Hello, guys! What, you think I look weird?

You know absolutely nothing!

Soon your eyes will be exactly like spoons.

Spoons!

Basically, it's all completely screwed up. Khabarovsk is almost gone.

Rostov's morgues are full. All the airports are closed.

Nowhere to escape. Why? Because of the infection.

Infection. Infection! Infection! Infection!

Infection!

By now, it's useless to try to cover up that there's an epidemic in Moscow.

The infection spreads quickly and by all means possible.

Could be a handshake, could be a sneeze, we just don't know.

You cough up blood if you get it.

Looks like this.

Your iris will go white.

A few days of suffering...

and you're done.

Several hotbeds were identified in Moscow and immediately isolated by police.

The cops arrive and block the roads. People get angry.

Let us free! Let us free!

Things get messy and the fun begins.

Then the military medics,

they require external help and provide backup.

It's all like before, except now, we have rubber dudes in the streets,

spraying anyone suspicious with some white shit.

"Medicine," they dare to say.

No way is that true, guys! They're lying as usual.

It's unwashable paint.

Moscow's blockaded. No way in or out.

We're under curfew. Essentially, it's martial law.

Guys, I mean, are they for real?

Do you really think the cordons will keep us safe?

The city's full of looter gangs who are shamelessly looting your aid trucks

beneath your noses.

♪ We are all completely Truly, absolutely fucked ♪

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POLINA It must suck to die a virgin, right?

MISHA I'm not a vir…

MISHA You got a better suggestion?

Shit!

Go hide!

Don't open it, Sergey. Careful.

How did you find us?

Hello to you, too.

You post too many pictures online.

Boris.

His father.

Anya.

Why are you here?

I wanted to see you.

You've seen me. Happy?

Sergey.

Can I make an omelet or something for you?

Later. Just have a seat. This is not good.

What are you doing here?

Why are you still here? In this glass house.

Even your gate was open. I pushed it and walked right in.

You shouldn't have pushed it.

Don't you get what's going on?

Why are you still here?

Stop telling us what to do. We want to stay here.

Please keep it quiet. Please. Misha's sleeping.

How far is Moscow from here? Twenty-five miles?

That's one day on foot.

There are 30 million people there.

Do you expect them to lie down and die quietly just like that?

There's a military cordon, the army.

There won't be any of that in a week or less!

There will be no city, either.

In the '70s, for the Gamaleya Institute,

we developed 12 possible scenarios.

We considered a plague, smallpox, cholera, typhus.

This is an epidemic. A real one.

Epidemic. You can't wait it out.

Sergey, you're an adult. Take some responsibility.

Are you talking about responsibility?

You? Seriously?

Wait a moment, hold on. I'm confused.

I really need to understand what's going on.

I'm not a medic, I'm a mathematician, but I assure you, miss...

they will break through soon.

Who will?

The city dwellers will.

Everyone, healthy or sick, will be here soon.

When it happens,

we'd better be far from here, I'm telling you.

We have a several more hours. You should go to bed.

We're leaving in the morning.

In here. Anya made you a bed.

Where's Ira and Anton?

I told you, Moscow is closed.

They only let food trucks through.

I see.

You see what?

Sergey.

- Mmm. - You asleep?

No.

Will you hold me, please?

I'm so scared.

Sorry if this sounds a bit childish, but promise me one thing.

What's that, honey?

Promise you'll always stay with me.

I promise you.

Sleep.

If I'm not back by morning, take them and leave.

Mom, finally. I'm going crazy here without cell reception.

- Mom! - Let me in. Let me in.

- No, no, Mom, please! - Let me in.

- Go away! I can't let you in, Mom. - I need to lie down.

I need to rest, Ira.

- Let me in. - Mom, please go away.

Mom, is that Grandma outside?

Go to your room! Now! Don't stay here.

Mama!

Open up, Ira, please.

Take it.

All clear. You can go.

Good. I have a lot on my plate.

Anya, I have to try to save my son.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

What are you doing out here, Misha?

Who's that? The military?

I have no idea.

But if he has any sense, he won't let them in.

It's fine, kitten. They're just having a look.

Guys, everything is okay. We're healthy. Both me and my wife.

Got a nice TV.

Uh-huh.

- Anyone else in the house? - No, just us.

How many inches?

- What? - The TV.

How many? A hundred, I guess. Why?

- You live quite well. - Yeah. Not bad.

Wife's a real catch.

You can only get one like that with money.

Right, guys. Just to help you understand.

See this photo?

This is General of the Interior Troops, Pavel Pavlovych.

Sasha Semenov is here. The Major of the Investigative Committee.

- Should've mentioned that before. - What do you mean? You didn't ask.

You think you can just walk in here...

Hold these. Got any weapons in your house?

No firearms here, sir.

All right, let's go.

You go. I'll catch up.

- Viktor, come on. She's pregnant. - Fine. I won't hurt her.

Go on. Check the next house.

Please, no.

I have nothing else left.

Oh, God! No, don't do this, please.

Please don't do this.

- No, no, stop. - Don't move or you'll really get hurt.

Please, no. Please, why are you doing this?

No, please.

Are you lost, buddy, or what?

Do we have an understanding?

Absolutely, old man. Sure thing.

- Misha! - No, stop!

- Is this all you've got? - Half now, half when we return.

- No, that wasn't the deal, man. - Just wait 15 minutes.

Okay, fine, ten.

Waiting wasn't in the agreement.

I'll be fast. There's no other way.

Phone service is down. I promise I'll be fast.

Here, take some extra for the wait.

This is for the wait.

You disagree?

No.

Go on, then. You have 15 minutes.

Okay. All I want to do is take my man.

Misha. Misha. Misha.

Misha. Are you hurt?

Anya, Anya.

Polina.

Marina.

Marina.

Marina.

Marina. Marina.

Dad, she's still alive. Promise.

Marina.

We need to leave, now.

They'll be back for sure.

That's Boris Mikhaylovich, Sergey's father.

And where's Sergey?

Mom, is that you?

Open up, it's me.

Sergey!

Show me your eyes.

- What? - Show me your eyes!

Get Anton, let's go. The car's waiting for us.

Where's Anton?

Come on.

Ira, get your things and let's go.

Right now.

Ira.

Take Anton and get into the car, as quickly as you can. Come on.

Don't look, go.

Hey, wise-ass!

Where you going? Get over here.

I said get back here!

Get him! Go on. Don't let that fucker leave.

Oh, God!

It's delicious.

You want a smoke?

Mmm-hmm.

Base, this is Six.

Got a truck for you coming in from the city.

Why so late?

PERMIT TO ENTER CITY OF MOSCOW

What the fuck is this?

Perimeter violation!

Shoot him!

- Get that motherfucker! - Perimeter violation!

Yeah, what is it, bitch?

Why, Yuri? Asshole.

For leaving your buddy, you pussy.

Scared of a retiree? Get this piece of shit in the car.

You better remember the way!

Let's find them! To your cars, people!

We'll search the entire area!

It's too heavy, put it here. Some help you are.

Get in the car.

I'll take care of it.

Unbelievable.

- Can this go in the trunk? - Yeah.

Come on, dear. There's no time. We have to leave now.

Warm clothes. We have grain, pasta, jars, everything you need.

I'm not going anywhere without Sergey, though.

He said if he didn't come back, we had to go.

How can you say that? He's your son.

My son specifically asked me to look after you, and...

No. I said I won't go without Sergey, and you can't force me to go.

Over here. Here, quickly.

Get down in there. Lie down, I said!

Boris!

Sergey! Sergey!

This is Anton.

Say hello to Anya.

Anya, Ira. And you know my dad.

- Honey, can you... - Hi.

Can you fetch a warm coat for Ira?

We didn't have time. We had to hurry up.

Remember the gray one? You don't wear it, do you?

- Right? - Yeah.

Come with me.

Please go with her.

So, you brought a spare?

Just kidding.

Hi, fighter. I'm Leonid. Gotta take the gloves off to shake hands.

We have canned fish, canned meat, pasta, chicken.

Sounds good.

Does Anton have any allergies?

Whatever happens to us...

I will never forgive you…

"honey."

That's them.

They're here! We have to hide!

Why are you standing here? Anya, hurry, run!

Run!

I got you.

- Is that them? - Yeah.

Fire! Do it, fire! Shoot them now! Come on, come on!