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NASHE KINO film distribution and KAROPROKAT film company

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OTB film company production

with the support of the Federal Agency for culture and cinema

RENATA LITVINOVA

ALEXANDER YATSENKO

DMITRI DUZHEV

Design, renovation. Not expensive. 9115064. Misha, Oleg.

INGA STRELKOVA-OBOLDINA

This story began in the autumn of 2005.

Oleg and I had decided to do renovations with replanning.

NIKITA MIKHALKOV

I thought we'd ask Alya to help. She's an idiot, but a good architect.

SERGEl MAKOVETSKY

I remember her from the architectural institute. We studied together.

VALENTIN KUZNETSOV

MARINA SOLOPOHENKO

- Hello. This is my friend Oleg. - Hello.

Alya, we'll say Oleg is the architect, and you're the building foreman.

We'll swap roles. Unlike us, he can speak the language.

Well, you know what I mean. He'll do the talking, and you whisper

your ideas to him. Well?

What are, but you, hang on...

MARIA NIKIFOROVA

- But, listen, why... - Oome on. Alright, let's go.

Wait. Listen. But it's...

MARK RUDINSHTEIN

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's nothing. It doesn't hurt.

IT DOESN'T HURT

The bedroom.

The study-living room.

The kitchen.

It's a wood partition.

We could do an arched entry to the kitchen,

stressing the antique character of the space.

Great! Super!

Bas-reliefs.

And I'd like a white sofa here. But then what about this wall?

Bas-reliefs. Go on.

We'll ask the designer.

Here, we'll have a splash green!

What?

A bright green patch - the starting point for the design. Waves,

losing their richness of color with each wave, the design rolling on

to a blindingly snow-white sofa

and vibrating life freezes before naked tenderness.

Wonderfully complimenting The color of your eyes.

Hello?

Yes, Natella Antonovna!

- When will the sketches be ready? - I don't know.

- The day after tomorrow. - No! No! I said no.

We look forward to seeing you the day after tomorrow!

- Well? - What? We got the job!

No, I won't get it done in time!

He'll help you - he studied construction before Ohechnya.

Where? What are you? I mean, how will we? How?

You know!

Listen, I'll explain. We rent an apartment, and we all do it up.

How?

Guys, I'm looking after this flat for the owners.

I'll let you in without an advance.

On one condition. There are tramps in the attic above the flat.

You sort it out.

- It's got a balcony. - Brilliant.

We've got nothing to hide. We'll put a curtain up for Alya.

- You need to shave. - The architect takes the sketches.

You take them.

Go on! Go on, I said! There's no...

...money!

How'll we eat?

You go and, let's say, tenderly, get an advance.

- Go on, shave and go. - Go!

You're so talented!

Not me, Natella Antonovna - we.

Yes, all of you. But you in particular.

Why are you so formal with me?

Please, when will you be paying an advance?

When can we start work?

Do you want to replace the kitchen fittings?

How old are you?

Twenty-six.

And me?

You will always be eighteen.

Natella Antonovna, let's get back to business.

Do you want to replace the heating?

Have a drink,

and I'll replace it.

So, how old am I? Be honest.

Really honest?

Oall me Tata? I'm only a year older than you.

Tata, Natella Antonovna, if I may, I'll take my leave.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Have a think about it. About the money and everything.

What time will you come, Mikhail?

At your convenience.

It's convenient for me any time it's convenient for you.

What time suits you?

Now suits me.

First pay us the advance.

The advance has to be earned.

Why do you want this?

Believe me, you'll be disappointed. I'm incapable of true passion.

You'll pass through me, as if through a cloud - refreshed, and that's all.

But...

...how can I let you go now?

After such a...

...tempting promise.

Natella Antonovna gave us your number.

We're calling on Natella Antonovna's recommendation.

Please, phone back.

Mikhail, sorry this is so late, but Natella Antonovna said we could.

It's about a commission.

Hello, could I speak to Mikhail.

Natella Antonovna said you're a talented...

I've sorted out the tramps.

Alluring. Teasing. Good day, Natella Antonovna.

I'm glad you came at the appointed time.

Oome in.

Tea? Ooffee?

Thank you. I've just been at lunch.

I understand you've come for the advance?

Yes. We've done the sketches, which should be paid for.

Natella Antonovna, don't smile like that.

Let's not mix business and personal relations.

I'm not mixing.

I don't have any money, just like you and your friends.

I can offer you supper at a good place.

So, have we finished with financial issues?

If you haven't got money, yes.

So, do you like that thing?

It's great.

If you get undressed,

you'll be like a white rabbit...

...with spaghetti, in red wine.

I won't undress, I want to be undressed.

No.

And how do I look?

Fantastic.

Wait.

- Good evening. - Hello.

- Good evening, good to see you. - Good to see you.

Hello.

Oh! Tata, greetings, you look wonderful.

See you, we must meet up, Sergei.

Good evening.

- I'm all mixed up. Hi. - Pleased to meet you.

I'd like to introduce you.

- Mikhail. - A pleasure. Kirill.

So, when may I visit you?

Whenever you want, come round.

Tata, I'd love to now. But I have to see the guys.

Oh, by the way, give them this. Be careful.

Alright. Bye.

We appreciate the present and the thought. Thank you.

Will you be in tomorrow?

I'm notjealous, I just want to know.

Alya, get up!

Eh?

The toast is served.

What! What you want! Scum. Eh?

- Alright, sweet dreams. - Get lost.

May you dream of sturgeon, roasted lamb, oliviye salad,

caviar and pancakes, cherry pie...

Scum. Get out of here.

You bastard.

Misha! I mean...

...it's brilliant...

...it's brilliant...

...I was just...

...it's just, brilliant.

She didn't want to offend you.

Misha, I...

...it's not...

...how did?

...there...

...it's totally...

She thanks you for the culinary celebration.

Bring some more.

It's, you know, I really...

...I mean...

Misha, you're...

...and I like...

They phoned from Vasilievsky, promised an advance.

Expecting us at eleven.

We'll pop round in the evening. I'm busy in the morning.

It's not important, but...

No, you take care of business. Say thanks for the food,

and more importantly, for the thought.

I'm stuffed.

It's...

...I mean, how did it...

...I mean, well, you understand?

- Misha. - Yes, Misha, you...

Oleg.

Oleg? I know it's Oleg.

- Well, and we know you. - Finding it tough, poor thing?

Hero! She ate the whole lot!

Maniac. What time is it?

Maniac is the surname of a certain Jew, a metalworker.

I'm Misha. I'm ashamed: I asked to be undressed.

Henceforth, I undress myself,

and do it first.

Now it's your turn - need any help?

Any help. Renovations, replanning. Recommendations from a designer.

Building services, repairs.

- Tatka, the telephone. - You want mine?

- No, I've got one. - Where?

- Eh, in my trousers. - Hang on.

In my jacket!

There he is!

I was going to the fifth floor!

That it, then?

You said the fifth floor?

- Hurt? - No, no. Not at all.

I've got three questions.

What were you doing here? Have you known her long?

And have you been in this apartment before? Answer.

Of course I've been here. I mean, in this building. Loads of times.

First time in this apartment.

I've not had the pleasure of meeting the wonderful mistress.

So, what were you doing here?

Offering the services of my architectural bureau.

Planning, renovations, building services, design.

But why did you get undressed?

Well, I'm using the techniques of the Italian psychologists

Longfellow and Rizotti.

Attracting attention through non - standard parallel actions.

- You get undressed. - Yes. But I don't enjoy it, believe.

You saw my body. Nothing to be proud of!

You heard how your charming daughter laughed?

By the way,

I was flattered that our taste in undergarments is identical.

Sergei, let him go, you can see he's a nutcase.

No, he's insolent.

And for his impudence he must pay!

Petya, take him to Zhora.

No, just kill me, Sergei! You're a good man!

Death, pal, has to be earned.

I can't agree - you see, you're clever!

If I'm clever, why do I need your agreement? Petya, go...

Sergei, please, let him go, you can see he's...

...he's a weirdo, please.

Tata, why...

You never let me see anything through.

- Please. - Well, alright.

This is Vasya.

- Vasya. - Misha.

Vasya's our building foreman.

We went to Vasilievsky this morning. Got paid the advance.

- Decided to celebrate. - Waited for you. I'll bring chairs.

I'm a foreman in a building company.

A house is being cleared, and we come in. They leave everything behind.

Yes, Tajiks.

Misha, I suggested to Alya that we don't split up the money,

we put it in a communal pot. She refused. You refused?

I refused.

Alright, let's split it. How much does the architect get?

Half.

There.

Misha, we split the money, or put it in the pot?

- No, we'll put it in the pot. - You hear that? What do we do?

You decided your share is 50%% %, but Misha found all the orders.

You're the architect. But we live together, we're equals.

So it's a pot, or I'm off. I'm no Tajik.

Alya, you want a French cake. It's too expensive for you.

But with a pot, you take the money.

Yeah, right. Oognac, whiskey. That's how it'll be with you.

What are we, alcoholics?

Don'tjustify yourself, let's go. We'll pick up our stuff next week.

- Vasya, take us to the metro. - Alya, I'm sorry.

Me and Misha are opening an architectural bureau.

If things get tough, give us a call - we might need a temp.

R3nt's dv3 0n th3 t3nth. Th3r3's m34t in the fridge.

I didn't have time to cook it. Don't eat it raw.

You should look after yourself.

- Let's drink. - I'm driving.

Stay. There's plenty of room, and no mosquitoes.

My wife are back at the hostel.

Oome on, forget your wife.

Vasya, the metro!

Bye.

I'm so sorry, are you hurt?

- No, it didn't hurt at all. - Have you got a light?

- You want to get lit up? - Not in that sense.

Alright, there you go.

- How's tricks? - Keep it.

Thank you.

This is a washout.

Eat what you've taken.

- Would you like something? - No, thank you.

Perhaps you'd sit with us?

Did you have flowers here?

Yes, in a big antique vase. How did you know?

Only flowers could be here.

- I can't remember which. - Exotic flowers. Too vivid.

Deliberately vivid.

They probably irritated you, and you got rid of them.

And you were right. Excessive decoration is dispiriting.

And it's everywhere. In flowers, in advertising, in people.

You didn't explain about people.

They try to be surprising. They want to look unusual.

Vivid, interesting. That's irritating.

Because we know they're empty and false.

Yes. May I...

...can I have some...

...this, I'd like...

Oh! Of course.

Keep quiet.

What're you?

So, how's it going? Made a deal?

Well, it's all very intriguing, of course, but...

Pay for the sketches.

That's standard.

I liked what I've heard.

Give them an advance and let them start work.

No problem.

I'll be away for several months. Do a good job.

Of course. Advice from a designer:

When you get back, put the antique vase back in its place.

Put something simple in it, pleasing to the eye. Daisies.

That fatty was wearing me out! What did you say to her?

- You didn't try it on with her! - No, he didn't try it on.

- You rascal, eh? - Let's celebrate. Have some fun?

Right. We should, like, be working.

Oh, come on.

- Where to? - A boutique.

- No! Get lost! - Alright, a secondhand store.

I don't want to, I said.

- Just look at Misha. - What about Misha?

- Look how he's dressed? Stylishly. - Thatjacket's a hundred years old!

I agree. But it's stylish - it's always in fashion.

See, he looks after himself. Irons his trousers, changes shirts.

You see, he looks smart, like a bridegroom! And you?

Alya, I have a deep respect for you. A very deep respect.

- What're you saying? - You look like a tramp.

No, she looks worse.

But no worse than a tramp.

When were you last at the station?

I'm saying that our Alya looks worse than any station tramp.

- I'm saying no worse. - I'm saying no worse.

- Right. Let's go to the station. - - Deal! Let's go.

Get lost!

- Where? Here? - Here.

It's the station again.

- A station prostitute. - Unemployed.

Just right, don't you think?

Right. That gray jacket, a skirt of the same color, and a blouse.

What blouses have you got?

There are wonderful red blouses with pearl buttons! Really erotic!

Really cheap too!

Oome here.

Keep it quiet - don't tempt our girlfriend.

We don't need a flirty outfit, we need a business suit.

Got it.

"Where are you? Misha"

- A beautiful dream, orders, money. - Knock on wood.

Three weeks ago, I was laying bricks, 200 rubles a load.

9115064.

Hello? Good evening to you too!

What I hear even surpasses what I see!

I've only heard such a marvelous voice once before!

No, it wasn't a singer.

She danced in my friend's erotic ballet.

He's a choreographer! I'll give him the phone.

Me, dance? Good evening.

Yes I produce ballets. Three acts, usually.

No, my friend doesn't dance,

he's a masseur in a women's correctional facility.

Not in the prison itself, at the prison's sauna parlor.

- She's a complete idiot. - Doesn't believe you?

No, she does. Stop! Who's that embracing you?

Alright, we'll talk tomorrow.

"I'll call. Love. Tata"

- Where're the laborers? - Sorry, Oleg. The Moldavians.

The cops collared them - no registration. We have to finish,

so the plastering dries tonight, and we paint it tomorrow.

Hello.

Where are you?

What metro station?

Hi.

You've got a cognac. Two cognacs please.

Where did you see cognac? We're not licensed for spirits.

There's beer. You want one?

No thank you.

So, how are you?

And you?

I asked first. So you answer first, Natella.

I asked second. So I answer second.

- Who is he? - And if he's my husband?

Husband?

You poor thing.

Who is he? A politician, a businessman? A revolting old thief?

My beauty,

don't let him take your youth.

What youth? I'm 27!

That's still youth.

And he's not my husband. I'm a kept woman, Misha.

What's wrong? You hurt?

Everything's fine. Not at all.

Why don't you caress me then, pity me?

I'm smoking.

Because a married woman is cool. But a mistress, it's kind of...

...not right, not cool.

Are you in a hurry, Misha?

We'll stay friends?

There's no rush. I have to collect my thoughts.

You should've stayed in the cafe. Maybe you'll go?

Or we'll start an affair. I don't want to ruin your life.

Believe me. Don't expect anything good from me.

So what. Let it be the way it is now.

Empty.

- Buy some more. I've got money. - So have I. Shall I get some?

We'll drink again, and part again.

I'm not afraid of Sergei.

Don't be. He won't do you any harm.

What else? At worst,

you're an alcoholic, and you'll make me an alcoholic.

That's no good. But we'll be treated at the same clinic,

a new subject for conversation, we'll see more of each other.

The dream is over: I only drink a little. To keep in shape.

- Why didn't say you weren't alone? - When?

In the morning, when I came, and thatjerk Sergei was at yours.

I forgot about him - you looked so funny undressing.

And when he came out? Why didn't you say 'go'?

I wanted to see how you'd react!

I wanted to test you.

And?

You were wonderful.

Why go through it all?

I understand, money, money.

But how can you sleep with him?

Easily.

I live in his apartment. He sends me stuff,

gives me pocket money.

He comes round, sometimes stays the night.

Sometimes I go to his office, but not his home -

he has a wife, children, already grownup.

I've just come back from his dacha. But we don't have sex.

I should believe that? Or go mad? Why?

Zero sex. Zero.

Now I'm going to rape you.

Where's my haystack?

It's not in the bathroom, or kitchen. Forget about it, Tata,

it was uncomfortable.

It's my haystack! Give me the phone!

I bought it with my money.

Hello, yes it's me, Natella. Put me through to Sergei.

Tell him I'm in town!

Where's the haystack? Don't lie to me, Sasha!

Give me back my haystack, or I'm leaving.

Bring the mattress.

Oome here.

A mistress's word of honor, I swear on my homeland,

the wonderful town of Kozelsk,

you will be the first man on my mattress.

Let my ear go. It hurts.

Should I get dressed?

They can get lost. Sit down.

Pour it.

Here.

Hello. Get ready, we're going. He's waiting.

If he says' "Take the haystack", I have to take it.

It's my job, and he's my boss.

I'm risking it as it is. If he knew about your notes.

I'll wait in the car.

And we're a couple.

It's off. We're not going. He's coming here.

You need a lift?

He's staying.

See you soon, Alexander.

Have you gone mad? What if he sees this?

You'll get yourself in trouble.

Get out of here.

Maybe I should go?

Turn the light off, please.

When you leave, lock the door.

Misha!

You wanted to go?

I saw your photograph.

A very strange photograph.

We're trapped in a circle! You on Sergei,

and me on the fact that you wanted to leave.

I just want to understand what's between you two.

Misha, he's just my benefactor.

He says I shouldn't drink,

shouldn't smoke, shouldn't go out.

I'm bored of it.

I want to drink, smoke,

have a lover.

Wake me in an hour.

Where's my haystack? You hear?

Tata, not now, I'm sleeping...

Did I complain when you took my car, my mobile?

Ta-ta, just...

Did I ask for them back? No! Because it's your car, your mobile.

But the haystack is mine! I bought it with my money.

Give me back the haystack. You hear?

Sleep. Go to sleep.

You'll wake up cheerful and calm,

and see how you're loved.

And loved for yourself, the way you are.

For your intelligence, goodness, for your fairness.

Sleep.

Sleep.

- Tell me, he's a psycho? - No, he's normal.

He just sleeps badly.

Him and his wife cover themselves in perfume,

knock themselves out, and then sleep together and breath it all in,

poison themselves.

You can't wash it off.

It sends your head spinning.

- I'll come up with something. - What?

Somewhere to live. You can't stay here.

You don't have to - everything might change.

- What? - Everything.

- You mean about where to live? - I mean everything.

Alright, go. I'll phone.

- Will you miss me? - I already miss you.

Me too.

Go.

Tata! Wake up.

Oome here.

I remember how I came into your ward,

and you were sitting by the window with a book.

Your face was so childlike,

defenseless, like a little girl.

I felt something so close, something of my own, I don't know.

I asked for your information.

- Information? - Yes, of course.

Information.

I read it, a serious illness, nursing was necessary,

continual medical care, medicine,

a stable way of life, food, all that.

Newly arrived.

Six years wandering round Petersburg.

Sit down. Don't smoke.

Haven't we been friends all this time?

Yes.

Listen, Tata,

your tests aren't good,

you should've been thinking about your health,

and what do you do?

Oome here.

A hidden camera? So, I've always been under control?

Not always.

They installed it while you were at the dacha.

I asked you from the beginning: Don't bring guys here,

don't bring them.

I didn't bring guys here. I just brought one.

That's his note.

And that's yours.

I knew about them, I was even jealous. Romantic.

That's yesterday.

Two in the afternoon.

The pair of you come back.

That's me. Eleven in the evening. I go in.

And he comes out.

About midnight!

He left as soon as you fell asleep.

But he was here.

You shit on your own doorstep!

You laughed at me.

I gave you everything you need -

a home, food, books, doctors!

I, I didn't lay a finger on you,

I just wanted you to stay alive.

I thought you were...

...pure.

Oome back!

I'm tired, I want to sleep.

Thank you.

It's wonderful - warm, nothing demanded in exchange.

I need to sleep.

And you should go.

Go.

Well, I'm ungrateful.

Every day it's getting harder and harder for me to say

nice things to you.

I'm sorry.

- It's great to see you! - Same for me!

- How are you? - Great. And you?

Not great, but alright. You've been in the treatment room?

Yes. Managed to slip away.

Just a little?

I can't yet - work.

The working day's over, and it's the start of your shift.

We'll celebrate the beginning of your shift.

We'll lock up.

I brought Meyers.

A new monograph. I found it on the web.

Sadly, the translation's mine. I'm hopeless with the terms.

Thank you. I don't read anything, I'm degenerating.

No, the terms are fine. Well done.

You should go into medicine. High time.

I've marked a paragraph. Page three.

Again?

I've known you for ages.

I've been under your sensitive guidance seven times.

But the situation's very clear: Cancer of the blood,

the last stage of the illness.

Who said so! Nonsense!

You were shouting "nonsense" a month ago,

but I wrote the test results down, and worked it out.

It's all very clear.

You idiot! She's diagnosing leucosis!

Listen to me, let me finish.

According to Meyers and the "Systemic illness of the blood",

and just everything...

I'm finished.

And when I realized I'm finished, I decided to enjoy life.

I met a guy.

And it turned out he's absolutely mine.

Tell me, as a friend, how long have I got?

I need to know.

You're totally ignorant! I should throw you out for heaven's sake!

Let's drink.

I want you to leave.

How're you and Tatyana from the staffroom doing?

Stop it.

You weren't offended? She cheated on you.

You didn't have a chance.

She's an actress: Her glances, mystery, all that.

- You weren't offended? - No.

She enjoys teasing you.

I'm sorry, but she knows what she's doing.

She really had you going in the winter, I remember.

It still gets me when I remember.

She was...

...with Parfyonov too.

That nobody?

Hello. Are you home?

I'm downstairs.

Forgive my state of dress.

Good Lord! You're not busy?

Only busy with you! I've been waiting for you all day!

We're looking at the living options.

Option one.

The people sleep after heavy labor.

We'll put a sofa here, and we can put a curtain up here.

Option number two. Guess what it means.

Get on with it.

I'll stay here.

You're shivering?

No, it's nothing, I just got a little cold.

Get undressed.

- Here, drink. - Where're you going?

I'll bring some food, put something warm on.

- How did you sleep? - Never better.

Shall we move downstairs?

Forget it. I'd stay here for my whole life.

What, soldiers' underpants?

So what? They're totally new.

Oleg got them when he was demobbed.

You don't need to justify it. They're warm, soft.

And everything's wonderful.

Oleg says we should go for a walk. He's celebrating today.

Hi.

Sir.

- Hi Igor, congratulations! - Hi! Oongrats on the holiday!

How are you?

Hi guys, congratulations!

- Hi, lads, hi! - How are you?

Not too bad.

Hang on! There's no drink here.

- Get some down there. - I'll come with you.

- Oh! Hello! - Oh, Tata, hello!

How's your husband, the kids?

- Fine. What can I get you? - There's four of us.

- Have some kufta. - Ok, and four salads.

- And two more pilaus! - You're celebrating, right?

Today. Tomorrow'll be different. Got it, scum?

- Apologise. - Fuck off, bitch.

Pilau?

- Sit down. What happened? - Ask your bitch!

He's had too much. Oalm down. Sorry guys.

I recognized you. You used to work here.

You!

- To the celebration! - Hurrah!

Why? Today's a holiday. Tomorrow.

Alright, till tomorrow.

Go on, she's attractive.

But I'm not really a specialist.

If you have any trouble, I'll happily help.

- Keep it simple, nothing flowery. - Whatever you say.

Oleg. Shall we get to know each other?

- Tanya. We have. - Oome on.

Oleg's one of us, from Pskov!

You see, an arch, and we can redo the flooring here too.

Hello.

So. Otto. He doesn't speak Russian.

But he understands everything.

Otto's an expert in architecture. Writes for German magazines.

I don't like it, Misha. They're too friendly, sitting there.

Already happy! And now we'll get happier!

I propose a group sex session!

Three girls, four boys! I will be the Gruppenfuhrer!

I'm driving.

Let's not hurry. We've the whole night ahead of us.

It's as if we met like two soldiers, and immediately -

left, right, left right.

You think when soldiers meet

they immediately begin intimate relations?

Well, first they salute.

I want something good, Misha.

You're with me forever.

Girl, for how long, eh? You're kidding, right?

No, Otto's already doing the visa.

But why? Oleg, tell her!

He's right - what're you going to do out in Finland?

They've already built everything. Who needs your designs?

They're already put two of my designs in a magazine.

An entertainments center and, what's it called, a cottage.

I don't remember us doing that.

You didn't - I did. When you were at necking your whiskey.

Father loann has a different number! Alya, have a heart!

We've got so many orders! We'd buy you a flat!

Getting a flat's hard in Europe.

Otto's got a house out in Lamperanta.

Give me that.

Phone back and I'll curse you!

- Well, damn you, then. - Alright then.

- And the sex? - What sex?

- How's the sex? - What's it to do with you?

- Just asking, as a friend. - What's it to do with you, friend?

Aren't you ashamed?

I taught you to speak. You learnt, and now you're rude to me.

I see - that was humor.

Safe journey!

Our pot. Give me that money. I'll put in mine and we'll buy land.

My friend's got a plot in Vartemyagi. He wants to sell,

but is afraid of being ripped off. But he trusts me.

He's wrong in the head.

He's a bit of a weirdo.

A peasant. They go nuts over land.

Start getting the peasant shakes about it.

- Please! - Quiet, or you'll wake Misha.

What's with Misha, what's he looking for his girl, Tata?

You're going to the ballet?

Drink vodka with us!

Russian ballet and vodka are like a brother and sister!

After vodka, you want to dance, throw girls about!

Let's drink to Alya.

Wish her the best.

I'll talk her round.

I told her: "Alya, the Finns will respect you if you've got

your own plot of Russian land!"

That's enough about land. Bring us some snacks.

Hang on.

Let's get drunk.

- You're leaving tomorrow? - Yes.

- Where to? - Kozelsk.

- She's from Kozelsk? - Yes.

We can find a new architect. To replace Alka.

- You want that? - No.

I'm going back into the army.

But first I have to execute a certain bastard.

What do you mean execute?

I had two friends in my company. He got them with a direct hit,

from three weapons. Made a mistake, bastard.

It happens at war. You don't kill over a mistake.

To hell with the mistake. I met him a month later in Rostov.

A happy colonel, big bright smile,

shining like a new star on your epaulet.

He could at least have regretted it for a second!

I'll execute him for that smile. Or I'll be cursed.

Oleg, this is nonsense.

Misha, we grew up next door to one another, read the same books.

But we lived different lives. Stay out of what you don't know.

Where's the water?

- We have to stop him. - How? Lock him in his room?

Or follow him round?

I don't mean that.

He hasn't sobered up since Division Day - a month and a half!

You don't see it, you're too busy. He's drinking himself to death.

I've thought up a prayer. Listen:

"My heart is full ofjoy,

my spirit rejoices, I'll do it!

Give me patience, give me true love, so that at the execution

I do not thirst blood, but carry out your wishes, Lord!"

What do you think?

Don't worry about Oleg. Just because he's waffling,

thinking up prayers. He won't touch anyone.

Oan't sleep.

The guy above's snoring, people going to the john. May I?

- There's no glasses. - It's alright.

- You got on at Kozelsk? - Yes.

- I noticed. From there? - No.

Nice. I was drinking gin. Filth.

You're not annoyed I'm so cheeky?

Silence is a sign of agreement.

Just drank a little.

It's been a heavy day.

Got cheated out of 2,000 this morning. Argued with my guy.

Lived half a year fine,

and then suddenly he turned out to be scum!

I think I know you from somewhere.

So bad.

So bad.

There's a joist in there.

- Load-bearing? - Yes.

That's a partition.

We could put a double-radial arch here.

Height - 210cm; width - 170cm,

which will emphasize the character of the space.

Hello?

As for the walls, you can't get permission to knock them down -

no way, and it's dangerous.

- So, shall we look at the kitchen? - Yes.

All the best. See you soon.

I was talking to new colleague. You heard: I addressed her formally.

Just so you know, when I was 18,

I had a lover ten years older, and I addressed him formally!

What news.

I'm listening.

I think we can alter the design a little here too. Mikhail.

For your information, when I was 18, I had a lover 30 years older.

It was the other way round - she addressed me formally!

- Bestjoke of the day. - Of the week.

They're our sort. Don't bother with sketches.

Too much hassle for you.

So, begin: Take an advance, knock down the walls.

Thank you. Some Dvin, maybe? The finest Armenian cognac.

I suggest a toast.

I hope that you'll be happy with our work. To getting acquainted.

Just a little.

Do you remember where you got our number?

- Lyuba, who gave us the number? - You did. Ages ago.

We put the renovation off for ages, wanted an architect we know.

"A talented architect and designer will be eternally delighted to

renovate your home."

Lovely - "eternally delighted".

We came out of the hospital and read it.

Well, it was well written.

That was fast! Half an hour, the two of us - "just a little"!

- We've got some vodka. - They've got vodka.

There's vodka, whiskey, whatever you want.

The patients keep bringing it.

Drive me to the grave with presents.

Well,"just a little" more?

Oan you remember. Natella. Nata. Tata.

Oh, it was Tata who took down the ad.

What's wrong with her?

Where is she?

That's the way you are.

I need to see her.

No. Take a look at yourself.

- Why? I don't get it! - What, what?

He likes to hang out with youngsters.

When he drinks with men of his own age,

there's unpleasant talk, irritation, boredom.

- I'll wash them. - Thank you.

But with youngsters he gets younger.

You'll find out after 300 grams...

Misha, come with me.

Misha, sit down.

Drink.

She's got blood cancer.

She's a brave girl.

Knows what's coming to her, but she keeps a brave face on.

You can't go to her like that with a mournful face on!

If you're weak, stay away!

Don't get angry.

Vasya, take Misha to the car. Wait for me there.

Let's go. Oome on, come on.

So, Misha.

You'll see her tomorrow. He's a great guy, that doctor.

He said he wants to get her out of the hospital for at least a day,

some fresh air, a rest from that hospital stink.

I said we should have a barbecue.

We can take a look at your plot of land, Vasya - how far

to your "Russian land"?

An hour or so.

Well, we'll do it tomorrow then.

I'm going soon!

- I'll be quick. - Listen, you shouldn't go.

Listen, don't order me about.

Imagine - a whole hour together in the car.

You'll get miserable, ask her questions, she might start crying.

Imagine - someone comes out of hospital, and suddenly sees you.

Get a grip on yourself. Oome on, stay.

We'll have a drink. You can sleep.

Something's wrong.

You're ill?

What are you waiting for, everything's ready.

Oome on, come on.

We'll put a temporary hut up here, a workshop there.

- Vasya! Give it a rest will you? - But really, it'll be great.

- Just keep an eye on the meat. - I'm watching, I'm watching.

- Who wants? - Me.

Just a little.

So! Here we go!

I'm so ugly. I've powdered myself like an old theater hag.

Jaundices, stones, all that. It's nothing - I'll have a drink

and cheer up.

- Hello. - Hello.

And these only cost ten.

Excuse, who just neighed - a stallion or a mare?

It was my goat.

- Send her our best wishes. - I certainly shall.

Tata, there's an acre here.

If we plant potatoes, do it up over the winter, in just...

Leave her alone, eh?

Guys! A toast!

I see you're a gang.

That's great - a gang means a sense of comradeship.

Guys, hang on to one another.

The main thing is to find your own and to gain a sense of calm.

So, let's do it.

I've been thinking of you since morning! Of course.

Listen,

I envied you.

And I envy you now.

It's as if...

...she's from another world. Where there's no scum.

Leave it out! I yearn for you like a beast for another beast!

My hands shake! You vile young creature!

Your doctor's sick.

You want some sausage?

It was a miracle. When you came the first time,

I liked you immediately - you and Oleg.

Really cool lads.

But I'm glad

I fell in love with you.

My dear girl, forgive me. I'm drunk, drunk as a skunk.

I adore you.

I know you're a push over for young girls.

You're different. This scum isn't worth your little toe!

You're being tactless.

I'm not going in there, I'm not interfering.

You left and didn't drink. I've been waiting for you.

You're, you're tactless.

Let's go.

- Alright then. - Alright then.

I'm not allowed anything. Even to kiss. Jaundice.

But it doesn't hurt at all.

It hurts me.

I'll come tomorrow.

Don't you dare run from the hospital, like you did from the attic.

I need you, Tata.

When you're not there, I suffocate.

It's all terrible.

The shashlyk's inedible. But Alya's eating.

Thank you, Alya.

She's leaving, it's a shame.

The doctor's sleeping, no one to drink with.

But there's...

...good news.

I announce that my friends are marrying.

Tata, Misha - to you!

But you're not drinking.

Tata died two months later.

She was buried in Sosnovo, not far from Vasya's land.

Alya left and never heard about it.

It didn't work out with me and Oleg, he went back to the army.

And me?

I'm alive.

But the way it all started.