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Wow.

Who's open?

Here, here!

Hold it!

Cool!

Over here!

Yes!

-How much time is left? -One minute.

Some day I'll have muscles like that.

-Prepare your ass, Mel. -Not today, bro.

Twenty seconds!

-Goal! -Full time!

Mel, could you please remind me what we were playing for?

-Kostya, stop showing off. -I'm not. I'm just winning.

-Cool. -Yeah. Get up.

-I'm not doing it. -Come on, Mel, let's make it quick.

Really, Mel, we already gave you a head start. Go to the frame.

-I won't do that! -Hey, don't be such a sissy.

-Say it again? -Whoa! Nastya!

Talk to your brother. He's shirking it off again.

-Go stand there, Mel. It was all fair. -Cool! Thank you, Sis!

Mel, do you prefer the right or left one?

-Screw you! -Then it'll be both.

-Sure you don't want to come along? -Yeah. I'll see you after the stadium.

-Go, go! -Nice job!

Be more active!

Do it, do it!

Well done, Damir. Well done.

Faster, faster!

-What are you doing? -I'm sorry, Damir. My bad.

Use your brain.

Sergey, I've told you: we don't do that on training.

-Damir, I'm sorry. -OK, don't sweat it.

Misha, replace him.

Keep playing.

Let me see.

It's OK, just the thigh.

Go to the changing room, cool it.

-Can you walk? -Yeah.

OK, go.

Stop limping, no one sees you.

-Did you say that? -Why?

Did I insult your acting skills?

Hey, shut your mouth.

What did you say, you scum?

-Standing up? I'll help you lie down! -Come on and try!

Watch your hands!

-And don't come back here! -Just shut up already!

You shut up!

They're gone.

-The guard is a jerk! -Why did you even start?

What should I do? Sit and watch?

Your dad doesn't butt in when we fight at school.

Invite him to your gang then. He won't buy you booze anyway.

Not everything is measured in money.

You don't say! As if I had so much.

Why would you need it? You don't spend it on your friends.

-And you have Nastya for free. -Hey, Mel, watch your mouth!

What's up, Kostya? Why are you so tense?

Ease up, I'm just kidding.

Should I lend some to you? A grand? Two grand?

Come on, you'll have to buy drinks today.

You're such a douche.

-Can someone tell me what's going on? -It's Captain Holey Sneakers' birthday.

Is it really your birthday, Kostya?

Wow. And you said nothing?

Like what? "Don't forget, guys, my birthday's coming"?

What should we do about the present, Mel?

Dancer! What if there is something in your backpack?

Well…

Must be Dancer's ballet shoes.

Well, Kostya, I'm giving you… I don't even know what.

Here you are.

Come on, open it already!

Damn…

Guys, are you nuts?

Protect your jaw.

Well, you opened up.

-You like them, Kostya? How do they fit? -Perfectly!

Amazing… Hey, they're amazing! So comfortable!

-Well, they cost a lot. Original stuff. -Damn, guys…

Come on, come on…

-Don't just stand there! -Give it to me, give it to me!

-Let's go play football! Two on two! -What football? Go celebrate!

I say: "I need a phone to make a present for my son.

Just don't cash in on me, find me a nice one."

He says, "No problem." Has a word or two with his beaky friends,

goes here, there, and finally brings me the phone.

He says, it's a true replica. A bit scratched, but new. And it works!

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, you. Put the cleats back.

-What are those? -They're mine.

-Where did you… -My friends gave them to me.

You could at least open it.

I understand you are raised differently,

but in my time, if I was given a phone, I would just flip out.

But no one has ever given me a phone.

Misha, there were no phones like this in your time.

Even if there were, my father wouldn't buy me one.

-He just raised me differently. -Dad, I said thanks.

I don't care about your "thanks." I want to know what you actually feel.

-Or are you just thinking about things? -Just thinking.

That's right. It's just when you say "thanks", it all shows.

Misha, what's wrong? I think he thanked you properly. Right, Kostya?

See? He just sits there silently. Thinking about things.

What are you thinking about?

-You want to know? -Yes, I do!

-Look, can you all calm down? -No, wait. Let him speak. I'm listening.

-Lacking the guts, huh? -Kostya…

Kostya, please, don't…

Nice phone, Dad. Thank you.

-Yes! Champion Konstantin Melekhov! -Hey, champion!

Why do you do this? Always sneaking up.

-What? -This is for you.

-What's that? -See for yourself.

You don't like it?

-I do! -Put it on then.

How do I look?

-Cool. -Yeah?

Oh, wow! It has a number!

Kostya, let's play!

-What do you mean? -If I take the ball, you go to the coach.

Damn, Nastya. That's really crazy.

Kostya?

OK, let's do this:

if you don't take the ball, you never speak about this again.

Like, ever.

Easy, easy! That's dangerous!

-I'm taking it! -No, you're not…

-Stop beating me, karateka! -Ouch!

-What's that? -I think I've strained my leg.

-I don't believe you. -I'm serious, Kostya.

-Where? -Right here.

Does it hurt?

Kostya, go see the coach.

-I can go with you if you want. -That's nonsense!

-I'll go there myself. -Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

-Promise? -I promise!

-Promise what? -I promise to go to the coach tomorrow.

Alright?

I win.

You're worse than your brother.

-So he is doing that again? -Nagging about his rehearsals.

Dumbass. What are we going to do, just us three?

We can fix that.

-OK, let's do the swans. -What swans?

-From the Lake! -He has no idea.

You start with your left foot…

-Like that. -OK, I got it.

-Like that. See? -Alright, let's wait for him.

-He's coming. Go! -No, wait!

-Lower your head and wait. -When do we start?

Soon… OK!

-Wow! -Miss, would you like to dance with us?

Not with guys like you.

Tough luck!

-Sergey says, you have a rehearsal. -I do. At 11 A.M.

I really can't miss it. I have to perform soon.

What are you talking about?

-Forget your dances for once. For us. -Don't be like…

-Like you know what! -Let's go.

-Mel, don't hit my legs. -Don't be a pussy!

I team up with Kostya.

-Let's beat them little suckers! -Big suckers.

Give me the ball.

-We're playing here. -The other frame is free. Go play there.

-Are you stupid? -What?

-Come here! -Hey, calm down!

-Easy! -Hold your dog!

-Let's settle this! -Stop, stop!

-That's enough! -Be smarter!

Just stop! Guys, let's settle this peacefully.

Like what?

Let's play. Whoever loses, leaves the pitch.

-Screw you! -Shut up! Let's play.

-What? -We're playing, Mel!

-Up to five scores. -Three.

OK.

Come on!

It's 1-0.

Why did you leave him? Play till the end.

What are you doing here? Go away.

-But Kostya! -I said, go away now!

-Nicely done! -It's 1-1.

It's OK, keep playing.

Kick it! Come on!

He's alone!

Goal!

Great job!

It's 2-1.

Hey! What are you looking at?

One more goal. Let's finish them.

Why do you go two on one? Use your brain.

Yes!

It's 2-2.

Throw it in!

The hand!

-He touched the ball! -He handled the ball!

-That was my shoulder. -Shoulder, my ass! You handled it!

-I didn't! I played with my shoulder. -No way! You touched it!

-Hey, you! -Keep it down!

-I'm telling you, I didn't. -That's enough.

What's going on?

-Nothing, just a football game. -Seems to be too noisy for a game.

Well, we all get emotional.

I see.

-Is there anyone at home? -No, Mom's left for work.

Give me your keys. I left mine at home.

-See you. -Yeah.

Damn. Now he is going to watch us.

Alright, let's go.

Where are you going?

Let's play again. Not today.

-We already won. I didn't touch it. -Whatever. I say, we play for this pitch.

Two wins. Whoever loses, never shows up here.

So? Or you can only play while your coach is watching?

-And you will really leave the pitch? -If I lose, I will.

What are the terms?

One 20-minute time. If it's a draw, we play till the golden goal.

-OK, but we'll need a neutral referee. -You'll have one.

One more term. The players stay the same. No replacements. Four on four.

OK. Let's do this at 11 o'clock.

-Deal. -What…?

We shouldn't play with them.

We shouldn't have played with them.

It wouldn't have happened if you hadn’t lost your temper.

-Couldn't you say he handled it? -Mel, stop being a jerk, OK?

You know that Mel is a psycho.

We'll beat them!

We should call the guys, they'd bury them.

Now we have to play with them.

Mel will probably bring his thugs.

Of course he will. Let's call Umar and Maga, gather a mob!

If Mel's guys and yours meet there, it will be a mess.

If your guys come, we won't be here. We'd be at the police station.

-You want just the four of us to go there? -Nah, I'm not doing that.

-See? -I'm not going with your guys.

We can always gather a mob, Mel.

Let's defeat them on the pitch. Damir is the only one who plays.

Kostya is the only one who can kick a ball. The others are useless.

Are we a team, Mel?

OK. But if anything happens, I'll call the guys.

You can always refuse. Go find yourself another pitch.

Let them go find another pitch.

Nice!

I called you.

I didn't hear it.

I know where to look when you don't pick up.

At your sacred place.

-Did you see the coach? -No.

Cool. But you promised me.

-I couldn't do it today. -You must've had more important business.

Mel told me about the challenge.

Do you know what happens if you lose?

Stop it!

Nastya, why are you here? To lecture me? I can handle this, OK?

OK, handle it then.

Do you really think you can defeat Damir?

I don't need any Russian players. Do you have Messi?

-So, will this referee suffice? -Why not?

-We all know the rules. No leg kicking… -Roll it up.

Where are you?

Alright.

-Where is he? -He's coming.

NO DOG WALKING

Mel, what are they doing here?

Rooting for us. Why?

-The captains must shake hands… -Let's skip that.

Idiot.

Let's toss the coin.

-Heads or tails? -Heads.

Are there any options? Tails.

Tails.

Nicely done.

Yes, yes!

Do some more!

That was a foul. Do you even know the rules?

Pass it on!

Shoot the puck! Shoot the puck! Shoot the puck!

Wow, that's beautiful!

-Hey folks! -Great!

Guys, go over there!

What was that?

Push on them, Mel!

Goal!

-Nice! -Good job!

Keep training, ladies!

Over here! Mel, give it back!

Keep going!

Dancer!

Who even put you in that position?

Where did you learn to play?

Mel, keep closer to Damir, but don't play rough.

-Wait! -Let me see!

Now, that's something!

What was that?

Hey, hey!

Easy, Mel. Calm down.

I got it, I won't do it again.

-Hey, Mel. -What?

What are you doing?

-Goal! -Yes!

Time's up. The game is over.

-That's a well-earned victory, kids. -Hey, go home now!

-Hey, wog! -Go take a walk!

-So? -They didn't have cold water.

So I… bought a chicken.

It will stay cool longer.

Give me that chicken.

What else could I buy?

Hello, Mr. Timur.

-Hello. -Hello.

Hi.

-Can you walk? -Yeah.

Get in the car.

Marat, bring the chicken here.

Not to me, give it to Damir.

Do you have a brain at all?

Or do you have a ball for a head?

Tell me, Damir, do you really have to train so much,

go to training camps, ask me for things…

only to play with kids in the street?

Just say then: "I don't want to be a pro.

I just want to play with kids in the street."

That wasn't just a play. I couldn't let the guys down.

And your team?

You can let down your coach, right?

You may not care about your career. But the team?

There's another story. I'm on a bus, all by myself, listening to some music…

And suddenly there's some mess.

I take out my ear pod and see this bearded scum

listening to his folk music at top volume.

Everyone there tries to reason with him.

An old guy says to him: "Young man, can you turn it down a bit?

There are children here."

And he just squares his shoulders

and says: "Hey, old man, this is my home. Get lost."

That I couldn't stand. So I get up…

slide by him, and just… Bam!

-What, you made a slip? -No, I didn't!

I just grabbed his beard and stumbled a bit. And then I added to that.

That took him down, of course.

Nicely done!

So I asked some guys there to help me throw that trash out of the bus.

Can that chubster really do that?

-Nah, he's just bragging. -Yeah.

The guys say you did a great job. Damir seems to be gone for good.

Sure.

-Why the sour faces? -Why do you think?

Mel, you promised Nail would stay out of this.

-So what? -We were to play football, not fight.

-We were playing, weren't we? -Sergey is right.

Let's settle this without Nail.

We agreed he would back you up in case of problems.

-I'll deal with it. -Oh yeah, I see how you deal with things.

-What's wrong? -I've strained my leg.

Put some ice on it, it will be alright.

Kostya, I have to perform and to rehearse.

I can't have injuries now. I…

-You what? -Here we go.

The rules say, no replacements.

Don't be a dick, Dancer. What rehearsals are you talking about?

Russia's honor is at stake.

Dancer.

Eugene!

Are you with us or not?

I am.

See you there tomorrow. But don't tell anyone.

-Not even at home? -Whom would you tell at home?

-My grandpa. I always tell him things. -But it's a secret.

-Grandpa loves secrets! -Do you understand what a secret is?

It's when you cannot tell anyone, not even your grandpa.

-I see. -No one! Do you get it?

-Where? On our pitch? -Yup. They'll play. Whoever wins…

takes the pitch.

No, we were under the stand. There's a special place under it.

We can't tell it to anyone. It's a secret, you know.

He just smashed him against the wall. So hard a board came off of it.

That was bloody cool!

Blades, they protect a football player from piercing his bone.

I want a pair of those.

There was a ref, he was on our side.

That's how life is, you know.

-Nail, may I…? -Sure, come in.

I've brought some more food for the guys.

-They have enough. Are they downstairs? -I guess so…

Oh, this is nice.

-So, how are sports? -Alright.

-I still can't press 130 kilos though. -You'll get there.

-I've pressed 180 today. Twice. -For real? Wow.

Look, Nail. The guys are nervous about you coming.

Who is nervous? Kostya?

-No, he is OK. -Then who isn't?

Sergey, he…

His brother is a cop. He was at our first game.

Sergey says he'll watch us.

I do hear you.

We'll see.

Why are you with those sorry asses?

For no reason.

If they were OK, they would've kicked the colored ones out

instead of playing with them or swapping T-shirts. Damn clowns.

Right.

Hello?

I'm taking a walk.

Yes, with the guys.

OK, I'll pick him up.

I got you, Mom. I'll pick him up soon. Bye.

Mom is worrying.

In every life you have some trouble…

But when you worry, you make it double…

Kostya!

-Come here, I want to talk to you. -I have to get up early.

You will, if you have to.

Have a seat.

-Is it going to take long? -Keep standing if you're so stubborn.

Alright.

Kostya, did you build that pitch?

-I'll just go, OK? -It's a serious question.

-Maybe you built it? -No, I didn't.

I just kept getting underfoot.

But I remember the men joining together,

-building it, bringing up boards… -I've heard it a hundred times.

They why do you play for that pitch?

It had been here way before your highland friends arrived.

-They're not my friends. -Damn right.

They come to our land and you try to make a point.

This is all ours, you see? Not yours, not mine. Ours.

Think about it, Kostya.

OK, younglings, move. The real fans are here.

It will be fine.

Go, Damir!

Let's play the same way.

Mel, you're on Damir. Don't get tough.

Yeah, sure.

Play rough, keep Mel away from me. I'm on Kostya and Dancer.

Kostya, where is Dancer?

I don't know. I've called him, but he doesn't pick up.

Hey, come here, ladies.

-It's time to start. -Let's start then.

-Can we have five minutes? -Why? You'll have to play without him.

You came up with the rules.

Five minutes, then we start.

Where is he going?

-What are you… -It's OK, let's play.

Go.

-Mel, come back here, quick. -And you wake up already!

He's alone!

NO DOGS ALLOWED

Watch your hands!

Are you going to play or not? Pussy.

Do it!

Mel, I'm open! Don't lead them here!

-Are you OK? -I'm not sure.

-Mel, there was no foul! -There was!

-Did you see his leg? -Let's play.

He missed the goal!

Goal!

We should've kicked their asses right there instead of playing.

Crap!

We must take Damir out.

To hell with Damir! We must play better!

-What was wrong? -We weren't a team!

We played like losers, without a single proper combo.

-Stop yelling, we were OK. -Hell, no!

Why did you press them like an idiot? I wanted a fair play.

-What, is it all my fault now? -You tried to bully them, dumbass!

-Did I? -Stop pushing!

You want to hit me? Hit me then! Come on!

Go to hell with your football.

Same to you! Learn to play first! Jerk.

And you, just standing between the posts like a ballerina.

You farted around so many opportunities!

You just clam up? Go treat your wound then!

Come on, Kostya, why are you yelling at him?

Did you see him? Acting like a pussy!

He has his own life beside this tournament, Kostya!

If you're crazy about football, go see a doctor.

Live your life, I'll play alone.

Go play alone then, drama queen.

What did I tell you?

Did you really have a game there?

-How's your leg? -I've cleaned the wound, it's not deep.

-Come on, say something already. -Eugene…

I'm not in it anymore.

You and my Sergey used to be just like them.

Every night they were either smoking or just hanging around.

And later on, they started drinking. Remember?

Of course I do.

What else would they do? This area was a wasteland back then.

No place for football.

I thought we were losing the kids. So I called the utility office.

They waved me aside.

Then we gathered the guys and built the pitch in two days.

I remember welding the goal frame with my father.

-Where did you get the material? -Wherever we could.

That's none of your concern.

Pass the ball, please.

And your Kostya plays for this pitch.

Just like that.

While building it, I thought it would be for everyone.

Thanks!

Yes!

Damir.

I talked to your father.

You have a colorful life out there.

Well now,

you know the rules. You're not in the first XI for the next game.

-That's a different situation, Coach. -You're arguing?

-No, I'm sorry. -Your training for today is over.

Keep stretching!

Great job!

-Is he always like that? -Who?

The coach?

Sometimes he is.

Mel wants to punish you.

To avenge Dancer.

-It was fair play. -He sees it differently.

Let him try.

-So? How did our guys play? -They lost 3-1.

They all played well, only Mel acted like an idiot.

Now it's 1-1 games-wise.

I see.

It only takes so much to hurt Damir. Kostya will beat him.

Damir plays football every day actually. And he has a better team.

Why can't we just play?

Father says, they can't share space with us.

Well, they'll have to. That's their problem.

The kid did the right thing. He held his ground.

It's either us or them.

There's no ground, only muscle-flexing.

I don't take sides in this.

I just prefer a nice game.

Nah, I don't believe you.

Why would he want that? It's already tense, why add the challenge?

Well, Kostya is, like, a hero.

He always stays true to his word.

I see. It's going to be a mess.

He's sitting there like a rat.

Come.

Hey, hold on!

Come out!

Mel? What happened?

-Can you just tell me what happened? -Nothing.

Alex!

-Hey. -Hey.

What did you tell Damir?

Nothing. I warned him and left.

Mel must've run into a mob.

You're saying this so casually. Didn't you set Mel up?

-What should I do? -I don't know.

I only know Mel got beaten because of your tournament.

You started it, and he followed you.

-We just can't go there without our guys. -Use your brain, bro.

We bring 10 - they bring 20. We bring 20 - they bring 50.

Your brother will come, and my father. You want to start a fight there?

Let's go. Why just stand here?

We're playing.

-Where are you going to play? -We're playing.

You could do so much good with all that energy.

Come on.

Semyon, give me a hand.

Hello, Martik. Are you busy now?

Can you come?

OK, I'm waiting.

-Give me that. -You shouldn't have… Thanks!

-I'm Gulnara. -I'm Vasya. I'll take it from here.

Easy, easy.

-Hey, where did Kostya go? -I don't know.

…and he's got a knife in his hand.

So I realize if I don't do it, he'll finish me for good.

So I'm watching his moves…

Oh, wow…

Was that you?

Get up.

Get up!

Come on, get him!

Come on, do it!

Finish him!

Knock him out!

Stop pitying him! Knock him out, Mel!

-Hit him! -Do it now!

Come on! Show him no mercy!

-Nice job! -And stay down!

Are you out of your mind?

To go to that zoo all alone!

You'd better wash up.

Go, go, go…

That's it!

Vasya! Come here!

Leave those boards.

-Take a couple of boards from those ones. -Alright.

May I?

-Sure, take them. -Thanks!

Help me a little.

Hold it.

Now look. Place it here.

-OK… -Hold it gently. Watch your fingers.

Easy…

Once it's inside, hit it harder. That's right.

Keep hammering.

Now do it yourself.

Place it… Easy, easy.

-I have to help. -Just sit down.

Phil!

-Looks like we can play. -Mm-hm.

Mel did this?

How will you play without him?

We'll see.

I've talked to the guys. You may replace him.

No replacements.

Suit yourself. But it was hard enough for the four of you.

Mel didn't help.

You're right.

You're good, by the way.

Why wouldn't you go to our coach?

I'm not sure.

We need to finish the challenge.

This challenge isn't the end of your life.

We'll win tomorrow

and we will fix your pitch.

Join the team.

My pitch…

Mel!

Mel, Mom and Dad are calling!

Did you receive the money?

-Yes, thanks a lot! -Hi, Alex!

How much can you lift, big guy?

-120 kilos. -Mother, we're done raising him.

You can't slap him anymore.

Children, we have to go to Mongolia for two weeks.

You said you'd be here in two days.

Nastya, that's a considerable amount of money.

We already have the advance. I'll send it to you. Go shopping with Lera.

Buy yourself a dress.

What are you talking about? Do you know what Alex did? He…

-Are you stupid? -You are stupid!

Going crazy along with that idiot Nail!

-I'm telling our parents everything. -Alright, do it.

Go on, tell them! Do you think they'll come?

They don't care about us, you see?

Did Dad come when the Colored beat me up?

Don't you remember how you were crying at my hospital bed?

And that idiot Nail worked it out.

Go on, talk to them, tell them everything.

Here. Talk to them.

-Is something wrong? -Nope, you just have a bad signal.

Nastya, Alex, what happened?

-Everything's fine. -It's fine, just send us some money.

-Thank you, Mr. Timur. -Thank you!

-Whom have we fixed this pitch for? -We'll see tomorrow.

-Is it worth it? -What?

Did you hear about Kostya fighting his friend?

-Sure, that was Mel. -So it was him who ruined the pitch.

I don't understand these Russians.

It's always better to keep away from them.

Damir.

This is not a game anymore. It's a war.

I don't want you to be involved.

What should I do? Step aside? Act like an ostrich?

We are guests here.

You are a guest. I was born here. I'm not running away.

Hey.

Today, at the pitch…

you did good.

And you did the right thing about Damir.

I'm sorry, I was wrong.

Alright…

Nastya!

You're right.

I've dragged everyone into this.

I don't know what to do.

The game is tomorrow, and we have no team.

Everyone expects us to win.

I can't take it back.

-So? Did you call Dancer? -No.

Kostya! Kostya! Kostya!

Kostya! Kostya! Kostya!

Get dressed, or we'll get stuck in a traffic jam.

-Where are you going? -To the game.

-No way. We're going out of town. -They'll lose without me.

I'm not letting you go anywhere.

-Eugene, you promised me! -I didn't. You just forbid me to play.

Victor! Over my dead body.

Crap…

Mom, help me with the patch.

They… they're going to play on the pitch.

I hear you.

He's coming.

I just wanted to see your busted face.

Oh yeah? We thought you wanted to play football.

It's about time!

-It's time to start. -Let's start then.

We need a moment.

-Let's play three on three. -Alright.

-Go, go, go! -Pass it on!

Get off him!

Damir, are you OK? Can you still play?

Bro!

-Are you OK, Damir? -Can you stand?

I'm fine.

Careful! Damn you…

They almost won…

-What is it, Damir? -My leg.

Help me here.

-Can you walk? -Yes.

Rafik, you go play.

Referee's ball.

I've got it!

There's no goal! You can't hit the wall without passing.

-Go read the rules. -This is stupid!

-That wasn't a term. Goal it is. -See?

Move diagonally!

-Go, go! -Do it!

Yes!

Kostya, Kostya, Kostya!

-Yes! -Yes!

Full-time! There will be a 5-minute break,

and then additional time till the golden goal.

-What is a golden goal? -Whoever scores first, wins.

I see.

-Hey there. -Hey.

-Are you alright? -As you see.

As I can see, everything is fine.

-I told you we were playing football. -Good for you.

I believe our guys surrendered at the end. They should've owned the ball.

-Damir shouldn't have removed the player. -He did the right thing.

The kids showed us some good football. That's what really matters.

You're right.

Be careful with your legs.

Marat, keep closer to Kostya.

Form a diagonal line. One to the fore, the other one closer to the goal.

Kostya is still the best. He would beat Damir one on one.

Damir knows how to play in a team, and Kostya doesn't.

I'll smash your nose.

-Sneaking up on me again? -I want your autograph.

Come on, sign it.

You're everyone's hero today.

What about you?

I really want to help you, but I don't know how.

Me neither.

You know what happens if we lose?

If you win, it will be worse.

The hand!

He handled the ball!

Penalty for handling the ball.

Move to my hand.

What's that?

The game is over. It's a draw.

Keep playing!

What do you mean, a draw?

Listen here. The Russians won. The Colored can go home.

Didn't you get it? Go away!

Are you the bravest hero or what?

He said it was a draw.

Then it's a draw. Which part didn't you get?

Stay out of it!

Yegor!

What are you doing here?

-Go away, Grandpa. -And if I won't? You'll hit me?

-Can you do that? -Grandpa, go home.

Or you could ask your friends. Come on, give the old man a beating.

I didn't sign up for this crap. Let's go, men.

Well, it's nice to be heroes while hiding behind other people's asses.

Hey, why are you so fat?

-Isn't this the funniest joke ever? -You don't do morning runs?

-You should push yourself harder. -I'll be back soon, just you wait.

Why don't you try darts instead? Or chess?

Or even golf. You already have a crooked stick.

I'll send you to the dugout right away.

Kostya!

Dream on, pal.