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2008 Anno Domini, tape number two.

Parasites are dangerous. Parasites smell bad.

Parasites carry infections and dirt.

I will teach you how to battle with parasites.

- Glory to Russia! - Glory to Russia!

Glory to Russia!

Ni-gger, ni-gger!

- And what are you filming now? - Nothing.

If I see that on the 'net I will kill you.

Good morning!

Got anything to eat?

There's some soup cooling on the window ledge.

- What are you dressed up for? - I am off to the Institute.

I'll be back late, l am going out.

Mom asked to get some potatoes from Aunt Valya, don't forget.

Give me the camera.

Come on, stand straight, shoulders back.

Tell me, why do you wear all that shit?

Remember:

Von aussen Putz, im Innern Schmutz.

- What? - What "what"...

Well dressed on the outside, filthy on the inside. Got it?

Got it. I'll change my wardrobe, you throw out your Mein Kampfs.

- A-ha. Come on let's do a Sieg! - Yeah, sure... See you...

Hey, wait. Say 'goodbye' properly.

Come on, 'Sieg Heil'. Glory Russia.

Gloria Gaynor!

- Hey! - What now?

Stupid cow.

See you later. And don't touch my camera again without asking.

Sit. Sit. Sieg!

Good dog, good dog... my dog.

"COMRADE, EAT UP AND DISPOSE OF THE EVIDENCE"

Get your hands off!!!

Fuck, what's so funny? Eh, bitch? Why are you laughing?

- Cool down. - You what?!

Cool down, film... remember, that's my Abraham. Off with you.

You are a warrior. You body is a weapon.

A weapon at war with occupation. Train every day.

Den Sack schlägt man, den Esel meint man.

You beat the sack when you want to hit the donkey.

Find yourself a trainer: learn to box, learn self defence,

learn unarmed combat, learn Slavic wrestling -

our ancestors' wrestling...

Master, what's up?

Quiet, quiet. Let's put the right face.

Master, what happened?

- The executive power is coming. - Hello.

I bid you a good evening, fair Russian man.

Right, the negro on the metro - your doing?

Oh, please, what niggers?

All niggers have been classified as "identity unknown",

you know that perfectly well. And this is just a gym...

You, take the tape out, give it here.

- You have no right. - What?!

You wanna talk about rights?!

We can talk at the station. Give the tape here, now!

We will erase it, Kolya. Turn it off, turn it off.

So what, you bastards?! Happy now?

What the fuck are you laughing at?! Eh?

Shitty Kid?

Are you about to give us away or what?

- So that everybody knows. - Master, everything's fine.

Eddie, don't film me, I don't look good on camera.

Did you get how Goody was taking the shoe polish off his face?

Well... yes.

Keep it, you may need it... one day.

- What day? - The Judgement Day. Fuck it.

Okay, guys. Go for it.

Sieg Heil!

No good. It's shit.

Let's do it again. Let...

Sieg Heil!

Stop!!!

Yeah, guys. But that's not really it. You are...

For fuck's sake. Move it. We've got to get out of here.

Just one more time. Don't be... You know.

C'mon, please, guys.

Listen. We don't need a "Sieg Heil" here.

You want us to look like clowns?

- Okay, do what you want then. - Do what you want.

Let's do it again, Sasha, please.

Needle!

Needle!

Stop, that's fine.

Good.

Where are you going tonight?

Finished! That's it.

- Come here! - Coming.

Guys... Okay, guys. That's it. Keep still.

That's it, yes.

Yeah, Mom... No, Ma, I'm busy...

Okay, go!

A young Skinhead goes to war. He knows no fear.

And he never betrays his frie-e-ends.

There will be a new day and a new assault.

And the enemies of my Motherland

will never sleep peacefully - my Motherla-and!

Listen guys, I have a feeling this is just crap.

Rubbish.

Are you going to upload this to the Internet?

- Hello, Sasha! - Hello, Auntie Tanya.

- How's your mother doing? - She's okay. Sleeping now.

She's on night shift.

- Say hello from me. - I will tell her.

- Call her after three o'clock. - Okay.

And how are you?

- Fine. Bye. - Thank God.

Listen, are you going to put this on the Internet?

Why are you making clowns of us? Film real action.

When we beat a black ass up, then you film.

You upload that, I'll fucking kill you, got it?

Hey, stop this shit.

C'mon, kick his head in.

Hey, you blackass animal. Build a joint.

C'mon, what are you waiting for?

Blade, that's enough. Don't shit in your own yard.

Okay. What fucking "peace"?

Rats' tails!

Wait for me.

You know, I was thinking.

If I become President some day. I was thinking, what I would do.

And you know what. I would attack St. Petersburg first.

Because those people there, I'm sick of them showing off.

Honestly.

I would surround them with tanks. Right.

It would be cool, wouldn't it?

Don't know. You would make a tough President.

And I would make you Minister of...

- Food. I mean... Food Industry. - No, stop.

I would make you Minister of Prostitution. Cool, huh?

And I would make Sasha Minister of Attack.

See. Not defence, but attack. That would be cool, too.

Yeah, okay.

Yes, we could make a real film.

Oh, you are clever, Abraham.

- Wanna have a beer? - Listen.

Stop fucking around.

Moisha, come here, show us the footage.

Fuck you!

I'll cut your finger off. Come here, quick.

Or I'll start solving the Jewish Problem now.

Right, Buchenwald, Auschwitz.

C'mon.

A-ha, a-ha. "Warner Brothers" don't come close to this.

We need to buy a real film camera now. Right?

Just... We need to go to Cherkiz market to make a film.

- That's fucking "Animal Planet". - "Animal Planet".

Yes, that's for sure.

"KKK Films" presents a new super-mega-blockbuster

"Animal Planet".

Starring Azerbajanis, Armenians,

blackasses vulgaris from the Caucasus Mountains.

A small Jewish boy follows the animal trail.

A fearless Abraham takes out his pric...

Hey, guys, come here.

C'mon, come here.

Sieg Heil!

Guys, these are top killers.

What's that music?

Guys, this is "Kolovrat".

Hey, you'd better take your white laces out.

- Why? - Because.

- Give me the camera. - Sasha...

Join this guy. Fellows see?

They look like brothers.

Sasha...

Sasha, we are not brothers.

You look alike. Why not?

- We don't look alike. - Then hurt him.

- C'mon, hit him. - Happy now?

- Does it hurt? - Edward Markovich, come back.

It doesn't hurt?

Have we upset you?

Hey! Edward... Moisha... Come back.

This is Channel 88.

We are going to ask our citizens a few questions.

Can I ask you a couple of questions?

It's for... We are making a film about Russia.

- Tell me please, are you Russian? - Yes.

Do you support the idea of "Russia for Russians"?

Of course.

Good! Could you tell us, why do you think

that the citizens of our country live badly?

Because thieves are in office.

Could we ask you just one question?

Are you Russian?

- Wha'? - Are you Russian?

Russian, why?

Do you support the idea of "Russia for Russians"?

- Yes, yes, yes. - Can you say it out loud?

Not necessarily. Not necessarily.

O-o-others can live in Russia, too.

What about the black occupation? And your feelings on immigrants?

- What? - How do you feel about immigrants?

Mno... Mmmm. Hubdmm...

Can I ask you a question?

We are making a film about Russia.

Should there be equal rights for natural born Russians

and those who come here to earn money?

- I don't think so. - Me too.

I agree with him.

Because those who live, say, in Moscow,

should live better than the migrants and the like.

So, I gather you support the slogan "Russia for Russians"?

- Yes. - Can you say it out loud?

- Russia for Russians. - Russia for Russians.

How do you feel about the slogan "Russia for Russians"?

Russia has always been a multinational country...

- Say "Russia for Russians"? - Russia for Russians.

- Russia for Russians. - And why do you think so?

Because I think that only Russians should live in Russia.

Well, I think that Russians...

Russians, you know, should get the jobs and everything.

And we are flooded by migrants.

And what can be done? Maybe some law?

We should round them up and ship them out...

Like in Stalin's time.

Ship them out, like Stalin did. Everything would be legal.

Do you support the slogan "Russia for Russians"?

I'm sorry, no. And you know why? Every nationa...

- So, are you filming? - Yeah...

Dear friends, these young people are street artists.

They are painting some shit.

We will teach them the right political approach.

The one our people need.

Here. Here is a stencil.

And we start drawing politically sound...

"KILL MIGRANTS - IT'S FUN"

Oh, great. That's more like it.

Bravo!

The most difficult part, the most important part

and the most pleasant part in physical education is training.

There, there, there.

Alexander, tell me, please, how did you become a fascist?

A fascist? I watched "Romper Stomper".

C'mon, Sasha, really.

I'm telling you, seriously, that's how it was.

Go ask Martha.

Masha...

C'mon, ask me again.

Pete, how did you become a fascist?

I was forced. The environment forced me.

Seriously.

Seriously, it was because of people like you, Abraham.

Because you, Yids, have pips in your oranges.

"SHOOT THE OCCUPIERS"

- Misha? - What?

Misha, how did you become a fascist?

What?

How did you become a fascist?

I believe in justice.

I take the right approach.

I'm so damn tired of you.

Can't you say it a normal way? Really, can you?

- Act normal, somehow. - I think I said it normally.

You can write my line and I'll say them.

- Lines? - Yes.

Okay.

Seems okay to me.

Okay, let's shoot it. Okay, ready, go.

Wait, I haven't learnt it yet.

A Patrol is when you and a group of your comrades,

three to seven people are roaming the backstreets

and squares of your city for the appropriate target.

So, you are not planning the operation in advance,

but you bump into the blackass violators of White Order

during the course of the patrol. If...

This is fucking shit.

Listen. No, it's proper TV language.

- I wrote it myself. Just say it. - No fucking way...

Put the paper down, look into the camera and say the words.

I understand.

Add feeling. Make it sound good. Adjust your hat. Left eye.

A Patrol is when you and a group of your comrades...

Guys! A bit quieter, eh? Can't you see... we are...

Okay. Okay. Ready.

A Patrol is when you and a group of...

- What do I do with my hands? - Nothing.

Just relax them. Like TV presenters do. Go.

- And what do presenters do? - They just... Just relax.

Got it. A Patrol is when you and a group of comrades, three...

- Listen. - What?

It seems like you are too wooden. Can you...

You made me wooden.

Really. Sasha. Please.

- Okay, for fucks' sake. - Say it with feeling.

A Patrol is when you and a group of your comrades,

three to seven, are roaming the streets and... Fuck this.

What the fuck did you write? Some kind of poetry?

Can you make it simpler?

Go out on the street, find a black ass...

- But they don't talk like that! - And how do they fucking talk?

- Like normal TV. - You know fuck all about TV.

I know...

- What do you know? - What fucking television?

- Our television. - What "our"?

Right, that's it. I'm stopping.

Fuck your broadcast.

Hello. Hello.

Kliment Klimentyevich, I'm Maxim from the tenth grade.

I'm in your Health and Safety class.

- Well. - Do you teach boxing here?

We do hand-to-hand combat here.

I've been doing hand-to-hand and Judo for almost a year.

Listen. Actually this is a Military-Patriotic sports club.

We study the history of the Second World War here. Get it?

Great! That's my favorite period in history...

I mean, I do understand

that this is a dramatic moment in history, but...

Listen, come to school in the autumn, we'll talk there.

No more admissions. Off you go.

Okay.

I will show you how our city really lives.

You won't see this on the news or on greeting cards.

I'll show you the city under occupation.

We will show you it! Sieg Heil!

And me... Sasha! Sa-asha!!! Wait for me!

Did you shit yourself, asshole?

C'mon, get in.

Edward Markovich, park your ass. Make yourself comfortable.

C'mon, get in. Take a run at it.

Why do you have to take the piss out of me all the time?

- Who is taking the piss out of you? - All of you.

I've asked you a hundred times not to call me Abraham.

I'm sick and tired of that. I don't like that kind of humour.

We are just paying attention to you.

I'll say it again. I don't like that kind of humour.

If you don't like it, go home. To Mommy.

I'm not going home.

Then stop fucking about and make your film.

- Where are we going? - We are going to hell.

Kolovrat of Russia, that's me and you.

Those who disagree can shut up.

The pride of our nation's battle is waiting.

Skinhead, Skinhead, rise and defend your Motherland.

Raise the strong imperial flag high.

Skinhead, Skinhead, we'll never surrender Russia.

Skinhead, Skinhead, you are invincible...

The "City" construction site area is a Tajik settlement,

They've got everything here.

They have pilau rice, they have a shop, they have a mosque

and most importantly, they have jobs.

Now, an obvious question:

Why in the capital of our great Motherland

don't they cook borscht and give jobs to Russians, eh?

There's that pure Russian city. Take a look at it now.

As-salaam alaykum.

Alaykum As-salaam. Hello.

Surprise.

Hey! Where are you going?

My dear... Shithead...

Guys, could I move to the front with the camera?

What the fuck are you filming? Film me.

Poor no-rights Gastarbeiters.

Why are you standing on the side of the road?

Jump up here.

We'll give you have a job and meals three times a day.

If you need security we'll secure you all right.

With dogs.

In short, concentration camp is the migrants' best choice. Ah!

Go into the hole...

What hole?

Your hole, Abraham... Yours.

Fuck, turn after this shit to the right...

Stop here! Stop.

Hey, you. Need a job?

Hey, fucking bitch.

Fuck!

Pull back, move it, now!

Shit, assholes, fuck! Shit, I...

Tomorrow I'll fix it. I have a master...

Dad, stop whining. Come on.

You won't get my van again.

Eddie, how could you?

Hooray...

It's a fucking zoo.

Sukhum monkey house...

The whole fucking world comes here.

Sheherezade...

Fucking ant hill...

It would be interesting to see what the "S.P.A.S." blew up.

The bomb is bollocks.

How many were blown up? Thirteen?

In six months a million Tajiks alone came to the city.

A whole fucking million.

Come on...

What?! Million?! They breed faster than we can blow them up.

I don't fucking know what to do with them all. May be use dust?

We could exterminate them with fucking Raid.

Okay, stop.

To the left. Left!

Down! Zoom in! More, fuck!..

Damn it! Wait here.

Now then, dog shit.

I got you now.

Don't squeeze it!

Mom! Don't you ever knock?

I asked you to knock, please.

Have you been wearing this all wee, for what?

Give me everything you've got, socks, underpants.

How's your film?

Film? Mom, did you watch it? I asked you not to. Mom, please.

I'm not going to do it this time!

Kolya, look. He's a young guy.

He couldn't control himself.

He saw his sister among those animals

and couldn't control his temper...

It will take more than just cognac this time.

We are both Captains, we are the same, you and me.

We hold everything together. I promise you, it will be fine.

Okay.

And where's your Jew boy? Switch it off!

C'mon, switch it off!

Anyway. A favour for a favour.

Blacks are running a market in this district.

These animals are getting too arrogant. Pay them a visit.

No problem.

It will be fun for you and good for me. Tomorrow, then?

So what?

As they say, Glory to Russia?

Russia... Glory...

Bye.

Okay, Shitheads, happy now?

Come in, take your seats.

Wankers, draft dodgers, others, according to your tickets.

Moisha, fuck off.

C'mon, c'mon, move it.

Right, attention.

We are going under cover.

No Lonsdales, no bomber jackets, no unplanned fighting.

Leave all the gear here. Stay low in the area.

Don't draw attention to yourselves.

And now day to day matters.

Who caused the food? Who didn't turn off the flusher?

What? I didn't give a shit...

According to intelligence sources, it was you.

Okay, quiet, listen. Master is talking.

Master! Let's talk about the market.

Right. Well...

Don't kill anyone.

Maximum damage to goods.

Break a couple of noses.

This is our tactical objective. Is that clear?

Master. That's all understood. Cherkiz market is worrying me.

- Let's burn this ant hill down. - You're a brave man.

Set it on fire in different places at the same time.

In the panic they'll crush each other.

So, it's a city within a city.

Security, cops, the feds... they all get a cut there.

Well, I'm not kamikaze, Master.

I'm vermin control. You see? I work within the system.

- I came to fight the parasites. - Meaning?

Meaning I came to fight the parasites.

In a gas mask and overalls.

We can replace the DDT in the canisters with petrol.

- Do you have a pen and paper? - I have!

Mind your own business.

- Was it good? - Super!

Kliment Klimentyevich!

Kliment Klimentyevich, why did you become a fascist?

Eddie, are you completely mad?

What kind of fucking fascist I am?

I'm a patriot.

All fascists work in the police force.

But, could you... Can you tell some sort of a story, please.

I need it for the film.

A story, huh?

I was defending my motherland in '96.

But they screwed me by signing the Khasaviurt peace treaty.

Fuck it. I'm telling you too fucking much, Eddie.

Go talk to Blade. He likes to talk.

Okay, go.

Gentlemen.

Do you know what ZOG stands for?

No, you don't know what ZOG stands for.

ZOG stands

for our "Zionist Occupational Government", already!

Yes. And our shekels, they rule the world, oi-vei.

Yes. And we'll turn all Russians into slaves,

because Russians they are dirty pigs.

Pigs, you say?

- What's this? - What's this, shit!?

- Pigs? - Fucking pigs!

- Don't! - Yes.

Don't! Help! Help! Stop, already!

A pig! A-a-a! This is...

Kill Yids, save Russia! That's all, until next time!

Vitya, how did you become a fascist?

My older brother was in the army,

his company, full of black asses.

And now I don't have a brother. Now, fuck off!

Anton!

Anton!

Anton!

Anton, tell me, how did you become a fascist?

Tell me, please, how did you become a fascist?

A-ha. I did not become one.

I was born one.

I'm third generation.

Anyway, why is it that

a Jew or a Chinese are normal people?

But when a Russian loves his nation,

he's immediately a fucking fascist, a jerk.

Bitches, hate them.

Okay, change.

That's right.

I don't get it, what's this?

- Are you going to a wedding? - I just came from work.

C'mon, move it. Why didn't he get changed?

Master, I don't want to change.

Stop fucking with me. Here, put this on.

I don't want to.

Shit! The fucker bit me.

I'll call the fucking cops!

- Come here! - He's infected!

Take the kids out!!!

Action.

- Hello, old woman! - Hello, dear.

What are you selling?

Cabbage, greens.

Well, proper Russian food. Can I try it?

- Try it, sonny, try it. - Good.

Of course it's good! I made it myself.

So, why are you standing here on the street

and not selling it like normal people?

The market is full of Azerbaijanis. Yes.

And I don't know how to cheat or give short measure.

I can teach you.

You sugar watermelon, you sell rotten vegetables,

you cheat, you overcharge. C'mon then.

No, no, I can't. I'm too old, I can not do it.

Or maybe it's better to beat the shit out of the blacks, eh?

And throw them out of Moscow?

How can you say that? How?

Well. It's easy if it is blessed by God!

That's how Russian people should fight for their rights.

- Okay, cut! - Did you get it?

Well. The cabbage wasn't bad.

A.C.A.B. (All Cops Are Bastards)

"Dinamo Moscow"!!!

Go, team!!!

Dear Hooligans. Do not kill and do not hurt your own.

Race and nation, this is what unites us, right wing patriots.

So, are you ready? All right? And!

Happy birth... Damn!

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Sasha!

Happy birthday to you!

Thank you, aunt.

This is insane, you know.

- Some Vodka? - Yes, a little.

- Do you want some Vodka, son? - Yes.

So, in Greenland...

In Greenland one is considered

a grown up at the age of twelve.

Right, you see.

And in Argentina, Singapore

and some American states...

- Wow! - Good, good!

That's for luck.

So, carry on.

In Argentina, Singapore and America,

to get full rights as a citizen at twenty one.

So, now, even in Argentina,

you can make your own decisions about your life.

Great...

My wish for you is

that you find your vocation and your place in life.

- Yes. - Thanks.

Happy Birthday!

To us. To everybody...

Granny!

How many pixels does it have?

- Don't know. - Let me have a look.

Some juice...

Lucy, where are the pies?

Have some more...

Thanks.

- Lucy, which one do you want? - Now. Wait. Half as much.

Potatoes!

Katiusha, do you want some?

It's a masterpiece, yes?

Let's slice it. Right.

- To here... - It should be powered...

Lucy, would you like some?

Is it herring?

Of course, herring.

I thought it was a cake.

No, the cake is on the piano.

It's for when we have tea...

Sing something, my dears. Sing something.

Calm down, Mommy, we'll sing.

Quiet, everyone! Quiet. Quiet. Mom, quiet.

I want to drink to Sasha's parents.

Look, what a wonderful father you have. Eh?

Oh, intellectual, handsome and a treasure.

And here's the mother of these two wonderful kids.

Oh. C'mon.

Just tell me who do you take after,

in our wonderful family, you little menace.

Just tell me, please.

Lucy, leave him alone.

A burden to your mother, what do you do all the time?

What are you doing with your life? Tell me, Sasha.

Lucy, don't start...

I'm not starting anything. He must hear the truth!

What's up with you?

Aunt, does it really matter?

Yes, it does. Just don't mess with me. Don't mess with me.

Simply tell me what do you spend your precious time on?

I spend it the right way, Aunt.

If you don't want to tell me, just shut up.

Let him tell you.

Let him tell you about the window he broke on the van.

Go on, tell them.

I was running Tajiks over.

What?

I was running Tajiks over, Dad. One of those animals threw a stone.

Get out.

What?

- Get out. - What did you say?!

Out!

Who are you talking to? Go give orders at home.

Sasha, c'mon.

Calm down. Calm down.

No, let him be insulting! Carry on. Carry on.

Tell them how you beat people up on the street.

Tell them.

Maybe you already killed somebody.

What do you care? I'm a grown up.

You don't have to take responsibility for me any more.

What do I care?

My son is a fascist! What do I care?

Did you want me to be like you?

A loser?

A liberal fag...

What are you saying?

Give me the camera. Give me the camera!

Don't mess it up, motherfucker.

Take your hands off. What are you doing?

- You look good on camera. - Eh, Abraham!

Thanks.

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday dear Blade!

Happy Birthday to you!

Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Don't be shy, try them on.

It's real German chicks!

Chicks - is not important. Here, "Viking SS"!

Wow!

Happy Birthday!

Sasha!

What is this?

Happy Birthday!

"Your film will be here"...

I don't get it. Where's the film?

Haven't finished it. Still have to edit it.

There's a lot of interesting stuff.

I got it. Make your film. Just don't film any crap.

Blade, this is for you.

You're the man!

- Happy birthday. - Thanks.

You going to the shitter? Watch the "shit flusher".

- Yep. - You got it? Go...

Here's a shooter for you.

I brought it from my last tour of duty.

We bombed a Chechen MP base.

One box got burnt and two remained intact.

This is for you.

Protect your nation, your family and yourself.

Happy birthday, Blade.

Listen, you know what?

Don't take it out without reason. If you do, kill them all. Got it?

Wait, stay here, I'll have a look.

You're a fucking asshole.

Niggers are smuggling this shit through the border in their asses.

You! Film this. Film this asshole.

He's killing his brain cells. Fuck!

Are you going to sort yourself out, or what?

Or shall I kill you right fucking here? Talk to me!

This shit is your responsibility for the rest of your life. Got it?

Go, wash yourself, for fuck's sake!

Fucking worm!

Shit! Motherfucker!

Film this, Eddie.

Kids!

Drugs are fucking evil Remember this. Once and for all.

Fucking shithead. Asshole!

Singing democracy revolution song.

We've got no place to run.

This land was ours,

until we got stuck in this fight.

This land will die,

if it becomes a no-man's land.

It's time to get this land back.

Okay, thanks!

Kids!

A birthday is a happy holiday. So, make sure no shit happens.

Everything is quiet and cool. This means you too.

Happy birthday! See ya!

Ate well? Slept well? Let's go.

Stupid.

So! Let's move it. Set the tables, the speakers.

Abraham, you too. Move it.

On his day of birth let me introduce a poet-singer...

Singer! Ha!!!

Shut up, Porkie.

And... Here... Comes... Bla-a-ade! Hurray!!!

Okay, what song?

Bang-Bang!

Glory to Russia!

One-two. One-two.

Ten dirty niggers hanging on the wall.

Ten dirty niggers hanging on the wall.

Bang! Bang! Oi - oi - oi.

And if one dirty nigger should accidentally fall.

There'll be nine dirty niggers hanging on the wall.

Bang! Bang! Oi - oi - oi.

Nine dirty niggers hanging on the wall.

Oi - oi - oi, on the wall.

Oi, shit-heads, sit down. It's political briefing time.

Politicians are disgusting pigs.

We are the pawns in your game.

The angry wild youth from Moscow city limits

are watching you through the sights of a rifle.

Sold out power. Corruption. Lies.

This is what's happening in our country-

And those on the top spit on the youth.

A generation's drowning in a mountain of shit.

I enter underground. I'm going for a work.

Crowds of migrants are busting about me.

Masses of Russians unthinkingly

and carefree give them places and work.

I'm an honest worker and I pay taxes.

Migrants get fat and I drown in shit.

Black asses and chinkies are on the doorstep.

This is your worst nightmare.

Kill them all! Let your hate out!

It's a sacred hate, you have the right!

Let ZOG die!

Let non-pure scum die.

They are poison for my motherland.

You are so wooden. Come on, don't be shy...

Abraham! Over here! Let's film some porno!

Abraham! Fuck off! Shit!

Come here!

Abraham, I'm gonna kill you!

Go, fuck yourself, Abraham!

Fuck off! Fuck off, I said!

Blade, seriously, when did you become a fascist?

When I got scared.

There are billions of them, yellow bastards, black bastards.

They are poor, angry, hungry,

they all want to move here.

They want my house to live in.

They want my sister, so they can get citizenship.

They want my food. They want my job.

They want my money. They don't give a fuck.

Abraham, why don't you tell me how you became a fascist.

Making your film.

- Well? - Why?

To propagandize the right ideas.

And I find it interesting.

I mean, the camera, it's... I feel...

What are you talking about? You better stick with the Jews.

They could help you break into movies, Abraham.

- No. - Why the fuck do you need the gang?

You know, my father is Jewish.

They say if only your father is Jewish then you an Unter Jude.

Jews, they are fascists themselves.

They think all others are "Goyim".

And they say I am a "Goy" too. But I'm not.

Gay.

No. I'm a patriot of Russia.

You are no fucking patriot, Abraham. You are Abraham.

Why the fuck did you become a fascist?

Listen, give me a swig.

See...

I did not have friends at school before I met you.

So, you became a relative for me.

I just want you to know.

If you need me,

I'll be there for you.

And...

Can I hug you, Sasha?

Go get more beer, Unter Jude.

Fuck! What's this mess?

Get up, get up, man! Get up!

Get up, get up. Clean this mess, quick.

Does it have to be today, Master?

Today! The man is coming. What do I tell him?

You, come here. Move it. Move it.

Right.

Go get something to have with tea.

Move it. Move it.

Eddie, wake up.

What a mess. C'mon, clean it up.

The man is coming.

You can film. Just hide somewhere, so that he doesn't spot you.

I say, move it. Eduardo. Fuck!

Looking for something, sir?

Hello.

It's all right. Go, wait in the car.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander.

This is Sasha, he is a good guy.

He's got the Right Idea. Serious guy, real patriot.

This is Klimentiy, their master.

Okay, you talk, I have to go.

- Tea? - I can't. I have things to do.

Heard a lot of good stuff about you. Nice to meet you.

- Have a seat- - Thanks.

- Nice place you have. - Yeah.

- Lots of space. Your guitar? - Yes.

- Can I have a look? - Yeah.

Is it true you have a picture of our leader.. like.. double sided?

Yes.

What? In the morning?

Beer is good.

No, thanks.

Happy Birthday, by the way.

This is from me, personally, and our organization.

It's not a lot. Just a bit for renovation - to paint the walls.

I work with youth in our organization. Making budgets.

So we can upgrade your heating and plumbing.

Everything looks fine as it is.

Okay, there are more serious matters.

See. We can organize a boot camp.

You know...

transportation, catering, uniforms, drill instructors. A concert.

- We are managing. - Are you?

Yes.

Okay, then. Tell me, Sasha. How do you see your future?

The future of our team.

- Bright. - Bright?

- What? - No, nothing.

Everything's a joke to you? Drinking beer?

Catching solitary Tajiks on the streets?

While in Moscow something serious is going on.

I'm offering you serious business.

- Together. - What exactly?

So, we have regiments in charge of our security.

Everything is legal; they have licenses, the lot.

Agitation among the youth, meetings, rallies.

- So, you go on marches, or what? - We go on marches.

- And we will run over the streets. - Who are "we"?

Who are "we"? Who are you?

You are nobody.

You're nobody and nothing. There's real power there.

Banks and corporations back our organization.

Local police, City police, the Army - these are people

who did a lot more for the Russian nation, than you.

Even though they never wore Lonsdale.

- Who's supervising you? - What do you mean?

- Who gives you cash? - What's it to you?

State Security? Authorities? Who?

Why?

Okay, got it.

- Not interested. - Why?

Because you are housetrained.

Eigener Herd ist Goldes wert.

Housetrained? Trying to teach those older than you?

Who laid down their lives for the sake of the struggle.

Von aussen hui, im Innern pfui.

Shine outside, shit inside.

You think about it.

Thank you. Good bye.

You are a clown.

Der Vater und die Mutter went to the countryside.

And there shit happened...

You forgot your envelope.

Glory to Russia! Come on out.

Let's sit and talk.

Sasha, you're wrong. We need cash to reach the objective.

You want to be like that fuhrer and war with the whole world?

Who will start the revolution? Who will rebuild Russia?

Porkie? Or you, Eddie?

First, we must prove ourselves, then we can start bargaining.

That way we can get more.

Otherwise they'll use us to get into the State Duma and drop us.

And then they will give us away as a bribe to the cops.

Or they will slaughter us like Adolf did with his SS. Got it?

- Maybe you are right. - So...

Still. It was a little uncomfortable.

That was a serious guy. He brought cash.

Fuck him!

Why do citizens of our country live so badly?

I think, this is because our citizens

are not interested enough in the situation,

they answer questions the way they are expected to and they act...

Russia... Russia must be Russian.

Sometimes it looks like, you know what?

If we behaved like that in their countries,

they would have hammered us into the ground.

If we behaved like they do here.

That's true. Tell me, do you think,

That Russia should be just for Russians?

For Russians. Only for Russians.

Can you say out loud: "Russia just for Russians"?

Russia, just for Russians.

Russia for Russians.

- And you? - Russia for Russians.

All this shit, is it because of the black occupation?

We should kick them out.

Tough methods?

If it can't be done the easy way, we go for the hard way.

That's what I think.

Russia for Russians.

Thanks.

- What am I supporting? - "Russia for Russians".

Well, Russia has always been for Russians...

And those who joined Russia...

Russia for Russians, of course.

Thanks.

Uzbekistan for Uzbeks.

And so on.

Yes, Russia for Russians.

- Russia for Russians. - Russia for Russians.

Excellent!

Attention!

We are here to conduct physical training,

hand-to-hand combat and shooting practice.

There's no place here for whingers and weaklings.

Violators of the schedule

will be kicked out and sent home.

Is that clear?

Yes, Sir!

Glory to Russia!

- Glory to Russia!!! - Glory to Russia!

Glory to Russia...

All right, leaders!

Get ready for the obstacle course.

First team.

Follow me.

Second team. High bar, parallel bars.

Follow me.

Third team. Jogging round the island.

Go, go...

Approach the bars!

...the bars!

- Wanna eat? - No...

Anton!

That's enough smoking.

Enough smoking, I said.

Master, let's do some sparring now.

Wow!

Move it, go, go.

That's enough.

So much for warming up.

- Let's fight for real? - Go, go for it.

Shake hands.

Start.

Be ready in five minutes, we go for political...

- Who are we? - Wolves!

- What do we need? - Blood!

- Who are we?! - Wolves!!!

- What do we need?! - Blood!!!

Sieg! Heil!

Sieg!! Heil!

Sieg!! Heil!

- Close your fucking mouth. - Enough.

You've stuffed your face already.

Pass it on.

You'll lose weight here.

What assholes!

The Sun God Yar's time is now! Hey, Slavs!

Hold it. Hold it!

Shitheads. Slow down.

What is this, a circus?

Guys, we need to collect some wood. Come on, come on.

And what about? Wait...

Did you get that?

Hey, Slavs! Gay Slavs!

...to defend my Motherland and my race

to the last drop of my blood.

Gang, welcome a new fighter.

In the name of the White Revolution.

- Glory to Russia. - Glory to Russia!

Glory to Russia!

Sieg! Heil!

Sieg! Heil!

Right, guys. I'll explain it one more time.

A knife is not a prick. So, you hold it tight.

Half a turn. A short and sharp throw.

Imagine it is an Azerbaijani.

Go! Good. Great!

That's it. Yes, that's it! That's it, do it.

Sasha, I've told you, don't call me that.

Okay, Edward Markovich.

Sasha. I'll teach you how to make your film.

- Give me the camera, please. - Stop it, eah!

C'mon, give it to me.

Master! Hit Abraham for the film, will ya?

- Stay. - C'mon, knock him down.

C'mon, c'mon!

Now, That's the real "vite moovy".

Come here!

- Eddie-poos! - Poof...

Started crying.

Everything is okay... We are training. Okay, Mom, bye.

Guys... You are spoiling the mood...

- Masha... - Hey, give her a gun!

Sasha, could you sit?

...Russian people fight for their land.

Russia belongs to us.

Russian people fight for their land.

Russia belongs to us.

They stab and strangle, and send us to jail.

But fear won't stop the fighter.

And we proclaim this to the whole country... Ru...

...out of the barracks and I saw a Sergeant Major

coming towards me with his underpants covered in shit.

Enough. Let's get to business? Cherkiz market is a problem.

Okay, let's talk. Do you have a map of the market?

- Not yet. - No? You don't have it.

Eddie, get your ass on the train.

Sport may kill you anyway.

Go to the market, look at the entrances, exits,

catering locations

and where the security are.

What, right now?

-You know what was funny? - Go on, get off?

The shit was on the front of his underpants, not the back.

Hello.

Listen... It's important. I'm at the Cherkiz market...

and... and... Julia is here...

She's with some coon...

Yes, monkey...

I'm serious. They're at the counter with slippers.

Okay... Now... Wait a second...

Here, here on the roof. Yes, here.

- Where are they? - There, look.

What have they been doing?

Nothing. Now they are making kebabs.

Listen, you've got something on your trousers.

- What? - Yeah, there...

Scheize...

It looks clean on the front. It will probably not come off.

I will have to throw the fuckers away.

Why? No need. You can wash anything out these days.

Blood does not wash out.

Doesn't it? Whose blood?

The blood of our people's enemies.

Who?

Did you beat somebody? You tell me

Did you get the numbers? And faces?

Well, I filmed everything...

Bitch...

Sasha. Let's ring the guys, eh?

What fucking guys?

Our...

Eddie, if I want your advice, I will fucking ask...

Film this Tsiskaridze...

A-ha...

Can you stop coughing? I can't see fuck all.

I can't control my cough.

Okay, historian.

Make your film.

Dumplings are not kosher anyway.

You know, you can't eat pork.

Remember, Abraham...

if you blab...

I understand.

Good.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I was born in Russia too.

Where were you born? Look in the mirror, you blackass cunt.

What's the difference? I was born in Russia.

Which Russia?

- It's one country.. Our country. - Sasha! They've turned off.

Where are you going? Make a right! Fuck. Stop the car.

Come with me.

Listen, you know, it's getting kind of late...

- Come with me. Film this. - I need to go home...

Come with me, I said.

I can't see anything.

Let's go. Let's go.

My heart, my heart is moaning.

And trembles like an autumn leaf.

Sasha?!

This is Sasha, Julia's brother.

And this is Robert.

Nice to meet you. I'm Robert.

Sasha, have some tea.

The Bakhlava is really tasty.

Robert brought it.

Take my number.

Eight, nine-zero-nine,

nine-seven-one,

nine-three... seven-zero...

I'll call you.

Heel. Come here. Let's go.

At last!

Now we'll get white laces! A-ha!

What happened?!

I just found out that some chimp is bothering my sister.

Hanging around our house, breathing down the phone.

I hope I can count on your help.

No problem. Of course.

Hello!

This is Alexander, Julia's brother.

Yes. We need to talk.

You choose the time and I'll tell you where.

Yes, and don't come alone. Bring everyone you can.

What do you mean, "why"?

We'll tear you all apart, fucking bastards!

Get on the 'net, call everyone.

I can't find the ignition wire.

Push the starter. Right, do it.

A-ha!!!

Move it. Move it, move it.

C'mon! Quiet!!

Adolf! C'mon, c'mon.

Shit, the gate!

What are we waiting for?

You are dead meat. Fucking blackass monkeys!

- Shut her up! - You are fucking dead.

You stay with Abraham, got it?

...Let's kill the black asses!

Russia for Russians! Moscow for Muscovites!

- Let's talk! - You were cocksuckers!

You are cocksuckers! You always will be cocksuckers!

I Don't want to fight!

- Who are we?! - Wolves!

- What do we need?! - Blood!!

Come over here! Let's talk man to man.

Sieg! Heil! Sieg! Heil!

Sieg! Heil!

I love her.

Let's talk man to man. Quietly.

What are you doing?

Get away from him! I said, get away from him!

Freeze! Stay still, I said!

Take two steps back. Drop it!

I said, fucking drop it!

And you!

Drop the camera, fucker! Drop it!

Well, rest in peace.

He was a good man.

Reliable.

He loved you, bastards.

Do you at least know that he had a wife and two daughters?

Don't leave the city.

You will receive court summonses.

We'll seal up the basement. Tomorrow.

So, none of these papers, flags, other shit should be here.

All your activities... fuck-tivities...

Had a drink? We've heard your condolences. Thank you, 'bye.

Fuck, why am I wasting my time with you?

Okay.

From now on I'll be like a father to you.

Carry on with your Nazism, but only WHERE I say,

WHEN I say and with WHOM I say.

I have shops here,

two car service centres, a cafe.

If you behave yourselves,

you'll get a bonus.

If not...

You'll be doing hard labour.

Do I make myself clear?

Think about it.

So, say something.

It's wrong that we did not go to the Master's funeral.

- We shoulda gone to his grave. - What fucking grave?

Let's kill those fuckers and get the hell out of here.

No. There's a better way.

You give yourself up to the cops.

Through you and your sister they'll find these bastards.

You serve your time and come out a hero.

That's what we all think, if you want to know.

Are you fucking crazy?

Planning to sneak off? You won't get away with it.

You are the fucking crazy one.

Abraham, give me the tape.

Eddie, film away. You are all on that tape.

I said, give me the tape! Understand me?

- Film away. - Give me the fucking tape!!! Fuck.

What are you reaching for?

What are you jumping for? Take it out, show us.

Calm down.

Fuck you!

Leave the fucking keys here!

Put them on the table.

Leave them alone.

I've already forgotten their names.

- I'm talking about your sister. - What?

Leave your sister alone.

Get the fuck out of here...

motherfucker.

Holy fuck.

Go home, Martha, go home.

Go fucking home!

Are you going to stop here with Abraham? Go fuck his ass!

Go home!

What? Are you filming, Abraham?

Well, yes...

If you want to make a film, go to the end. Get your stuff.

Hello.

Smile, you are on camera!

Julia, can I ask you a question?

Apparently, not.

Please, explain to me, a Russian dickhead,

why do Russian girls like to have sex with black asses?

Do they have bigger or fatter ones?

Where is he?

Where is he?!

- He went home. - Where to?

His blackass land? Where are you going?

I'm leaving.

- Where? - I'm going to stay with Dad.

With Daddy?

Can't you live at home? I don't get it.

You what? Don't like it here? Does anyone upset you here?

Maybe you don't like me?

This is all your fault. Because of you a man was killed.

A man was killed! Gone! Do you understand?

Keep your hand off me.

What are you looking at?

Where are you going?

Say "Hi" to Daddy!

Okay, okay.

I'll find him.

I'll go to blackass land if I have to.

Abraham, will you come with me to blackass land?

Well, Sasha, I need to think about it.

Anyway, it seems to me that...

That's it. Fuck! Follow me. Now!

Get the camera out.

Shoot me! Shoot me!

Run...

Run...

Get away from him!

Shoot...

Turn the van around!

I can't drive...

Then take her.

Take her. Get the fuck out of the van.

Sasha...

Let's go, please.

You go, I'll catch up.

Please, Sasha.

And throw the tape away. You were not here, right?

Sasha, please, let's go away somewhere.

Let's go to Kazakhstan. No border there. We'll go by train.

What the hell do I need you for, eh?

Jew boy.

So, you think we are friends?

You are nobody, Abraham, just a piece of shit.

You are saying that on purpose, Sasha.

While I'm here, you won't do anything wrong.

Let's go, please.

Tell me, Abraham, did you dream about me naked?

Say something. Ashamed of that?

That's what you are making your film about, bastard.

You are a fucking fag. You are a faggot, Abraham.

- You are a fucking faggot. - I'm not a fag!

Get the fuck out, you fucking scum.

Get the fuck out of here, I said.

Get the fuck out of here.

Stop!

Come back.

Come here, closer.

Quicker.

Make your film. Film it.

Film me.

I killed that man...

I killed him, because...

He's not like me.

Because of me my sister killed herself.

As the Germans say

Wurst wieder Wurst -

a sausage for a sausage.

Or, in Russian, -

one good turn deserves another.

Listen, don't bite.

You, little fatty.

Ouch!

- It hurts, doesn't it? - Yes.

And he'll learn to bite harder.

Here...

In Russia, with 01.2008 to 12.2008

to official figures neo-Nazis murdered more than 121 people.