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The Black Sea Fleet!

-We had a really great time there! -Right.

Thanks a lot. But now I really do have to get going.

-Maybe you can stay just a bit longer? -I can't, Tyoma, really.

-Please. -I have stayed far too long already.

My parents and my friends are waiting for me. They are worried.

Well, alright…

OK, that's enough…

I'll come with you.

-Looking like that? -What's up? I look fine.

-Really, it's fine. -Are you sure?

-Yeah. -Well, OK.

-Tyoma! -That's it, enough already, come on.

-Lyokha, Lyokha… -What?

-The Black Sea who? -Fleet!

That's it, I'm outta here.

-Let's go. -Go for it.

Give me an impression of 50 Cent.

-Give me your gangster. -OK, how about now?

-That's great, but I can't see your face. -And now?

-Perfect. Tim, do Brad Pitt. -You want Fight Club?

-Yeah, give me your Fight Club. -Bring it on.

Yes, yes, yes, OK. More, come on, more.

-What's up? -Something is wrong, you know.

-Cover me in oil. -Tim, why on Earth do you need oil?

Well, why? Well, to feed the chicks.

Right next to the blue sea you and I walked together

-And my poor, poor heart… -Hey, sailor boy!

-It is dangerous to walk along the rails. -You know what? I'm not scared.

But it would be a pity if something happened

to a good looking guy. You must have a girlfriend.

-Of course I do. I'm rushing to her now. -Come down, I will let you ride Murzilka.

It will be safer too.

-Right, Murzilka? -Well, who could turn you two down?

That's me. They were shooting a movie about Stalin.

And I tried out: I played in it, to put it the right way.

I mean, first I tried out, and then I played the young Koba.

Well, you remember that famous picture, where Stalin is wearing a scarf?

But he is not Stalin yet, he is still Koba, so I played him.

I am playing Pechorin in this one.

At school we had a club for talented children. We put on Lermontov there,

Pushkin, Tolstoy…

Dostoyevsky, Chekhov, Rustaveli…

…the classics.

I have been doing it since I was a child.

My Mom worked at the theater. I was like their son…

-Well, I mean, the son of the company. -So what?

Is your mom still performing at the theater?

-She doesn't act, she sells. -Sells what?

She's a cashier.

People say it's just a horse, right? But to me, it is my best friend.

Well, I have also got friends, three of them.

I haven't seen them for ages though.

University didn't accept me,

but the military office didn't turn me down.

I don't regret it though, I got to see the sea.

-Did he start singing right there? -Well, Tim is totally strange.

-At school, we called him Mandela. -Who's that?

Some other guy who looks pretty much like him.

-And the way Kostya smoked was so funny. -How's that?

It's a long story.

At break time we used to run out into the yard.

Meanwhile Artur distracted the guard by reciting poems.

He is such an artist.

-So, and Kostya and me, we broke twigs. -What for?

He used them to hold the cigarette, so his hands didn't smell.

His father is very strict.

Separation, my son, is always a pain.

But in our country it is difficult

to get a similar level of education to what you will receive in England.

Come over here, my son, don't be afraid.

I have very little time.

I flew in just for one day so I could see you.

To take you to the shops, to sit in a restaurant for a little while.

To find out about all your achievements.

Well, I certainly found out… But not from you.

Come over to me, don't be scared, son.

I live…

…for you.

-Everything I have is yours. -Does that mean Polina too?

-So, here we are. -Well, thanks a lot.

-Don't mention it! -Murzilka, bye!

Bye.

-Hey, give an old veteran some cash. -Man, I've just come ashore.

-I am leaving forever… -Snap us, please.

Please, give me the picture! My girl has been waiting for me for 3 years.

I want to show her how happy I am.

It's unbearably hot in Moscow.

The last time this temperature was registered is 125 years ago.

Wear light clothing and there's little hope for rain.

Hey there, what did you find there?

Me? Are you talking to me? I am not from here. I am a tourist.

Don't fool me, let's split it fifty-fifty and we'll sort it out.

-Fifty-fifty, understand? -Fifty-fifty what?

Stop. You see?

-Clink-clunk, Guantanamo, understand? -Why? I didn't do anything wrong.

-That chump will claim we had dollars. -Dollars?

-But we… -What?

We will have rubles. I'll be right back.

-No! Wait. -What?

You're Russian mafia… Give it.

-I'll change it myself. -Really? OK. You change.

Stop, leave something as a guarantee.

What are you doing to me? Shit!

Be careful so they don't tear off your shorts.

Taxi! Taxi!

Move.

-Move. Move. -We're moving.

Oh no… No!!!

Yes, we're moving.

So, put that in your pocket, take the property home.

Alright.

I am sorry.

-Excuse me. -It's nothing.

-Which floor? -The fifth.

I'm on the fifth too.

Don't hurry, squaddie.

I'm not a squaddie, I'm a sailor.

-Well, bye. -See you.

-Lyosha? -Hello, darling.

Hi.

What's up, is it broken?

It got smashed.

Here, take this. A present.

Thanks!

-Thanks. -Good luck, sailor boy.

These little bandits!

-Hello, Lyosha. -Hi.

-In civilian life again? -Yes.

Lyosha…

Lyosha! Lyosha is here! Lyosha is here!

-This is from the new collection. -No.

The noise of Tverskaya caresses my ears

This tramp is getting dressed better and better

How will you be paying sir?

No, that's not the right one.

Yes, hello? Wait a second.

Call me when you are free.

Have you made up your mind? Take it.

Please sign here.

-Your suit is really hot. -I beg your pardon?

The aerodynamics are right, that's the main thing.

Yes…

Just tell me, how'd you get that way?

-What happened, son? -Nothing, nothing serious.

Have some herring, I made it especially for you.

-Yum-yum! -Thanks.

-He looks so cool in this uniform. -Right.

-Fix yourself some vodka. -Sit up straight.

Let me, Katyusha.

-Come on now. -To your health, darling.

Come on, Lyoshenka, welcome back, son.

I wish I live to see my great-grandchildren.

I'm sure I'll live to see them.

And I hope I live to see the diploma.

He came back alive, that's what matters. Right?

Tell us all about it.

I'm a bit tired. I'm going to lie down, OK?

Go ahead.

Was it really necessary to talk about the diploma right now?

Did you have to talk about great grandchildren?

Stop it, the guy needs to find his feet.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Hello! -Hi.

Do you need actors?

-Are you an actor? -Yes.

Have a seat.

Do you have an agent?

-No. -Good.

Take the scenario - the lower paragraph.

The part of Adrian.

Recite.

"You know, here at depth

many things are becoming clear.

Over there, above I was like a fish, but here I cannot keep silent.

I love you.

When we die, the gulls will shriek out your name, and it will be my voice."

Your name, my voice… Good.

Well, do it once again. Come on.

-Come on, recite. -Once again?

Aha, read.

Marina, the tea is cold, change it. Recite.

"You know, here at depth…"

-"Many things are becoming clear." -Look up.

Yes… Come on.

-And how shall I read? -You haven't learnt it yet? Well, read.

-"You know, here…" -Igor Vladimirovich!

Konstantin Lvovich has come.

Kostik.

-Mom, why is Lyosha so sad? -Sit straight, come on, play.

Look here, make it snappy, I'm meeting up with the lads tonight.

My dude is back from the army.

-My old friend. -Oh really?

We studied in the same school together, hung out and all that stuff. See you.

-See you. -Put a t-shirt on. See you!

-Hello. Why so early? -Hello.

Oh, my tormentors have gone to the country.

and I've tidied up, I don't need to get back there until Monday.

If Rudik had known that after his death

I would have to clean up strangers' apartments

and be humiliated by people who Rudik won't give a hoot about…

Well, that's life. C'est la vie, as the French say.

Denni,

if I hadn't understood that you love Rudik's works so much,

that you are striving to understand the art of the steppe so much,

it would have been very difficult for me to rent Rudik's room to you.

-Hello. -Hi Kat, this is Kostya.

-Hi Kostya. How are you? -Fine. Is Lyoshka there?

-Yes, he's here. -And where is he?

-He is sleeping. Shall I wake him up? -I am not sleeping, give it to me.

Hi Kostya.

Right next to the blue sea, you and I walked together

And my poor, poor heart got lost while I was walking with you

Swanky threads you've got!

Yes, yes, we're all dead trendy.

I didn't quite get it, are you back for good?

Yes, for good. I am with you now.

-And what about your studies? -Studies…

Up your ass with the studies.

-What did your dad say? -Dad said nothing. Gave me a car.

And then went off and got married.

-Close the window, the air is better. -Come on, do it.

Milk is poured into a container, heated up to human body temperature,

in the meanwhile, sugar is mixed with brandy in a porcelain bowl

and milk is poured into it.

All that is infused for about…

yes, for two hours, only at room temperature.

When junket has thickened, it is covered with clotted and fresh cream on the top

and then powdered with ground cinnamon or nutmeg.

Oh, that's for me.

Unfortunately, it's not available, it's too hot now.

I can offer you a fruit cocktail.

No. Thanks.

-Here's to us, brothers! -Come on.

My friends, to our wonderful union.

-Listen, it's just cool, really. -What is cool?

Do you remember Kolyagin, our math teacher?

Sure I do.

-With big spectacles, remember? -It wasn't just his glasses that were big.

-Well, you remember Serebryany Bor? -Where?

The nudist beach.

-So what? -We got an idea.

One day before the Algebra examination.

-So what? And where was I? -We took a bottle of vodka and

went to the nudist beach.

-Got undressed and started to chill out. -Lying there relaxing, bothering no one.

Suddenly I feel someone has blocked my sun.

I open my eyes.

Motherfucker! The math teacher is standing there butt naked.

No trunks, no nothing.

I didn't recognize him without his glasses on.

Yeah, you looked really shocked.

I thought the P.E. teacher would have had a bigger one.

As his job requires.

-He also used to feel up the girls. -No, stop it, lads.

-Making out with the P.E. teacher? -Can you hear yourself?

What?

-You are talking like a nigga. -What do you have against POC?

-I treat them alright. -Really?

-They are Afro-Americans. -I don't care.

-It's insulting. -What, what are we doing?

Well, it's because I am an artist.

You are an artist, people are watching you.

People are expecting you to say something smart.

-You are an engineer of the soul. -Sure.

And then you come out on stage and hop about like a monkey.

If it is just for the rhythm… Here you go.

"Frost and sun, what a beautiful day,

You are still dozing, my lovely friend,

It's time, my beauty, to wake up…"

-What is this poem about? -What?

The author woke up, saw a hot babe next to him, wrote a poem.

-200 years before your Tupac… -Do I give a shit?

-Pushkin also had black blood in him. -There you go!

Are you becoming an actor? You are not Banderas, demanding millions.

-Money isn't important. -What is then?

-Love. Artur loves his job, he's happy. -An expert.

You carried Pavlova's school bag since the 5th grade.

And where is your Pavlova now?

So? Where's your love?

Married a rich guy. And you tell me that money doesn't make you happy.

I was in love and was happy and now I don't care who she got married to.

I still remember that schoolbag. In the army I kept dreaming about it.

-Listen, what label is it? -Dolce.

Dolce?

-Respect, bro. -By the way, I think when

Smoktunovsky chose his profession, he wasn't thinking much about money.

-Innokenty? -Yes.

-Ask for the bill. -Bros.

Let's go to the club tonight, there's good vibes there.

-Everything just how we like it. -Well, why not?

-What about the entrance fee there? -I've been waiting for these days so long.

I am sorry, we do not accept dollars.

Has anyone got any rubles?

So, money doesn't make you happy, huh?

You all are so smart but can't pay the bill.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

-Take 100, keep the change. -We aren't allowed to take dollars here.

-Well, then call the manager. -OK.

Misha, they want to see you.

-So she earns the money. Does she need it? -She's the most expensive one.

Take it, please.

Unfortunately, we can't help you with anything.

-But there's a currency exchange nearby. -Well, yes.

You can go and change your money there.

What's the problem? I'll do a quick trip. The chicks can check out my jacket.

-Doesn't matter. -What's up with the exchange?

-No more exchange here. -But why?

Since now, we sell flowers.

-Well, OK, peace, brother. -Peace.

Get out of here.

Show me a gangster.

Hey-ho, gang ride black Brabuses

Two heaters at the back, pay-off for every peep. A bullet!

Rat!

Don't move, motherfucker!

Don't move!

There!

Ready!

Steady!

Go!

-Don't move! -Stop!

So, where is our singer of empty words?

Let me go down and change it, and you meanwhile talk to Lyokha.

It's the best time right after the army.

-Hi. -And where is the exchange?

-Do you want some flowers instead? -No, man, thanks.

The city smells only of you

Down below my stomach is filling up with love

Where do I get an actor for you?

-No one suits you, indeed. -I'm sorry, let me pick it up.

-Young man, young man. -What?

-Would you like to be in a movie? -Yes, I would love to.

-But I don't play just an extra. -Let me introduce you to the director.

When you are crying, help me, I don't know what I am to do

Shall I turn into a bird and fly away?

-Hello. -Hi.

-Are you an actor? -Yes.

I'm starting a new movie. Won't you like to try for a part?

-Sure, with pleasure. -Really?

-So, the 12th scene, give him the text. -OK.

-Not a bad face. -Fine.

Lady, you're not allowed to hang around here.

Sorry. Can I just take a couple of shots?

-Quickly, but no flash. -Thanks.

Help me

Help me

We've got you, curly.

Come here. Come on, come on.

Come here. Where?!

Don't move!

Follow me!

Hi Tim, Kostya is out.

Out, Joy! Out!

Quietly, quietly.

My phone, my phone.

I need to make a call.

Lieutenant Schmidt had only one son, that's me.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I follow the Criminal Code.

Where else have you seen a burglar who breaks in

and starts eating candies waiting for you? Where?

No, he's not coming. He got upset.

He left us hanging.

First that dude hiked off with the jacket.

And then this creative spirit.

-OK, I'll go and change it myself. -Go on.

Go and take a seat near them. Talk about something.

Well, tell them the weather is nice. Ask them what the time is.

Tell them about the army.

Will he come back or not? Shortly, they should wait.

-I don't feel comfortable about it. -Not comfortable?

You are a big guy in uniform and you're still dreaming about satchels at night.

Well, Casanova, go and change it yourself, I'll stay here in the meantime. Come on.

-Misha… -What?

The sailor has left.

-So what? -He won't be back.

Well, no way, he'll be back.

Want to bet?

-Do it. -Fifty?

-Agreed. -But honestly.

-Well, you know me. -That is the point.

Is the exchange closed?

Timofey, finish.

I really don't get this city.

They don't need flowers.

-Tell me exactly where you want to go! -Watch it!

Pick it up!

Get away from the car!

Move over, I told you!

Everything will be OK.

You don't need to be here!

That's all, don't worry.

-Let's go! -That's it, come on, captain.

What are you shouting at me for?

You know, I guess I'm leaving. I've got a concert at the club tonight.

That's right. Go, go.

I believe the crowd near the entrance will really appreciate your choice.

-Take off your hats, bare your heads. -No, no, no.

The body will be carried out now.

So what, won't we go somewhere else now?

But where?

What am I doing here?

-I hyped the dudes in the club. -Stop. Come here.

-But I need to go. -Sit down!

-But please, let me go, please… -Close your eyes.

Open your mouth.

But don't peep.

Nice?

-OK. -OK?

So, what shall we do with his leg?

Plaster the leg and bring the body to the ward.

Don't worry, here is your leg.

-Looks good. -Well, dude, you are a poet.

Concussion, frets, nothing special. Two days in a ward, and she is free to go.

May I take it?

-Are you OK? -I am fine.

-Do you understand? -Yes.

I will take you wherever you need, just ask him where he wants to get in.

And ask him about the money.

I've been driving around all day long!

Don't move! Don't move!

Hello.

-Hi. -Well, now you can go into the shoot.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Take a seat. -Me?

-Yes, yes, take a seat. -Here?

I've got some new dushman beards. Want to try?

Good idea.

We are moving! Wagons roll to the other site! Quickly, get a move on.

-And me, what shall I do? -Free up the chair. Thanks.

-But what's up? -Will you pay overtime?

Come with us to the new site. There's a bus extras, it will take you there.

Hi!

These are characters!

Fine fellows, really!

They agreed to give me a part: the main one.

But I'm scared.

It's a very serious topic.

Will we get it?

Here it is important that the director feels

the essence of the war, of the army.

And as for the rest we'll push him, help him if something goes wrong.

I believe the movie can be a success. Don't you think so, too?

-Can you smell it too? -Smell what?

The smell of burnt rubber?

-What are you doing? -I am not here to smoke a joint.

I will invite people into my apartment.

-What is there? -What?

-What? -What?

My family portfolio.

Wait, don't touch this one. Leave it.

What?

That's Kostya's Mom, she died when we were in 9th grade.

-We were in the club yesterday. -We were invited.

-We drank champagne. -Not champagne, but Cristal.

-Well, Cristal, so what? Right? -Uh-huh.

-Let's go out for the whole night. -Good idea.

Do you have any rubles?

-Bye. -Call me if something happens.

-We'll give you a call. -Let me take your number. Just a moment.

Mister!

-Have you seen a cell lying around here? -No, I haven't.

-Yes? -A cellphone was lying here.

-Have you picked it up from the table? -No. I'm sorry.

Lady!..

What's happened? What's up?

My phone was here five minutes ago, and now it's gone.

-What do you mean? -The phone has disappeared.

Wait, haven't your friends come back yet?

-No! -Strange, it is quite near.

Your friends will come back soon, you'll pay the bill and everything will be OK.

-But what shall I do with the phone? -I'll inform security. Have a seat.

Relax.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Let's go.

Tanya!

-Excuse me, do you have a spare ticket? -Wait, maybe you'll have two.

No, you won't.

I'm kindly requesting you not to leave documents

at the disposal of third parties.

-Do you understand? -Yes, sir!

What is your name?

-Lyosha. -Pleased to meet you.

Hello.

Lyosha, may I…

-Invite you to the ballet? -Where?

If it were up to me, I'd love to, but the guys are waiting for me.

What if something happens to me?

And you are not near.

You can't let me get lost, can you?

-And who is the second ticket for? -It's yours now.

-For the ballet? -Uh-huh.

-Shall we go? -Well, it's just like in a fairy tale.

-The princess with the brave soldier. -I'm not a soldier, I'm a sailor.

Pretty nice, isn't it?

A good, good, serious site. Serious.

A real ranger. Ranger, look. Is it real hair?

-Get out of it, sit still! -Oh, I'm sorry.

Migrant workers.

Come on, come on! Pick it up!

Faster!

THE ROSSIYA HOTEL

Listen, that's powerful stuff.

Really powerful.

Enjoy sorting it out!

-What's that? -You'll see it now.

Instead of machine-guns or what?

-Well now. -So, follow me at my pace, everybody.

Guys, why are you so unsociable? Eh?

You are strange.

Listen: today they agreed to give me a part: the main one.

The director is over there, look there.

I am from… a large family.

My mom advised me not to become an actor.

"What the fuck do you need it for?

With circus performances you won't earn enough to live on."

But I had other ideas.

And in general, I believe money is not the most important thing.

After the film has been released we'll have a look

and see which one of us was right. Right?

-So, why are you standing around? -Listen, move over a little bit.

Don't hide me from the camera. Move over a little bit. That's it.

Hey, baby, give a cue how to love you,

My sweetie, I'll never forget you

I love your style, especially the rear view

I am inviting you round to the afterparty

Well, everything is OK.

I'm just walking around.

I have no feeling in my legs.

-Hello. -Hiya.

Let me introduce myself, prisoner of the restaurant.

You see, I've been sitting here since my boyhood days.

Are you a photographer?

No, I just like taking pictures.

-May I have a look? -Go for it.

-When did you shoot them? -Today, this afternoon.

This afternoon? Today? Really?

A couple of hours ago.

And I've been sitting here…

half the day.

I've been waiting for these motherfuckers.

Watching who orders what, and then watch them enjoy eating it!

-I can't even order some fucking vodka! -Please, calm down.

-Calm down. -Get lost!

-Please, calm down. -Why are you touching me?!

-Am I a thief? -Calm down, take it easy.

We are human beings and we understand.

Perhaps there's something you can leave as a guarantee?

-All my stuff has been stolen. -I understand, but…

-The documents are in my car. -Let us go to your car.

Number 12, answer to number 20.

Connected.

-Shall I get water with or without gas? -With gas.

Number 12, answer to 20, you've got me?

So you see, I'm a normal person.

-I've got a fine car! -Where?

Here.

-Nice car. -Yes, not bad.

Open it then.

-I'm sick and tired of it all! -Quiet!

-The car is mine! -Don't do it, don't do it, calm down.

-Leave me alone! The car is mine! -Listen, pull up.

-Leave me alone! -Calm down.

-Where shall I get your rubles for you? -Quiet, quiet.

-Get out of here! -Quietly, quietly.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Police, officer Kokarev. Show us your documents please.

My documents are in my car.

-And where is your car? -My car is here, here.

-Whose car is it? -Mine.

So open it.

-The keys are in the jacket. -Where is it?

My friend has gone off with it!

-And where is your friend? -He went off to change some money.

-They don't accept dollars. -He assaulted me, did you see?

And to whom does the money belong?

The money is mine, mine!

-Don't worry so much. -Everything is his, but he's got nothing.

You will accompany us to the police station to clarify the matter.

Wait, what about the bill?

-Whose bill is that? -The bill is mine, mine.

Listen, wait.

Why is the director keeping silent? No commands at all.

My grease-paint's come unstuck, it should be fixed.

What's up? Am I on a film set or where?

Can anyone hear me?!

What are you all laughing at? I don't understand.

Can anyone hear me?

Don't pay attention to anyone, we are hanging up.

Well, get away from here.

He's there, can you see? He's there.

We're relaxing.

Hello. Hello.

Hello, Igor Konstantinovich, do you hear me?

Yes, I'm coming.

Could you explain humanly what has happened to you.

I don't understand what you are saying.

I don't understand sign language. Write it down.

Turn your face there.

Walk in.

-Sit down. -I don't want to.

Sit down, don't loom over.

-Beautiful, right? -Yes, very beautiful.

You know, I dreamed of becoming a ballerina ever since I was a little girl.

But my parents arranged music lessons for me.

My Dad was a military man,

so we had to move from one place to another.

In our Officers' Club there was an old piano.

Uncle Vanya, the major, taught me to play.

-Who? -The director of the military orchestra.

You know…

I remember, in the sky there was such a beautiful moon

so round and yellow.

I used to look up at it and pray

that one day I'd become a real prima ballerina.

You know what I did when I didn't want to study?

What?

-Shall I tell you? -Tell me.

-Honestly? -Well, go on, tell me.

I used to bite the piano.

-With your teeth? -Yes, and its cover was all gnawed off.

I rarely got given flowers.

-Would you like to see how I dance? -Very much.

Give me a pen.

-And fifty dollars? -Forget it.

-So, give me the pen. -Nope.

Too late.

-Lady, lady. -Hello.

Lady, lady. Hey you, stop.

-Let him in, he's with me. -This is Nastya, one of the dancers.

-What? -I will be right back.

Where is that Timati?

Something has happened. He should be here soon.

That's why I'm calling him.

Maybe there is a way you can get me through these skinheads, huh?

They are burning this life off.

Do you think they're the least bit interested in your problems?

-When will this wretch come out? -No, I guess, no.

-I'm sick and tired of here. -Who knows?

All these bastards deserve a good kicking.

You and me, we shall do it.

Hey boys, hi!

Listen, hero, do you have a cigarette?

Well… I… I don't smoke.

-What are you carrying with you there? -Nothing interesting, different shit.

Heavy.

-Listen, guys, let me go, I need to go. -Well, wait, where are you going?

My girlfriend is worrying. So, I need to go.

Don't worry, I'll give her a call.

Dudes! Is it difficult for you to help me? My girl is worrying.

The suitcase got broken. Help, guys. Please, brothers from another mother.

-Guys, won't we help this Slavic brother? -Help him and snap out of it.

-Where? -Not far away from here.

Are you loading a corpse, eh?

-Good luck, brother. -Thanks, guys.

Your friends?

A nice squaddie, looks really pretty.

-What if he'll get the wrong idea? -No, he won't.

Pour some vodka, dude.

-Is that your girl dancing there? -Yes, sure is.

-And what is she like? -Fine, a nice babe.

Well, squaddie, let us drink to the Motherland?

I'm not a squaddie, I'm a sailor.

Give me 50.

But wait.

Wait, let me say.

The music beats you down.

Stultifying, deafening. Oh shit.

No problem.

-Herd instinct. -Is it possible you don't push?

Moo, moo…

-Moo, moo… -Bull-calf.

Everybody follows everybody.

Let me explain. Could I just explain something to you?

No obstacles and hesitations.

Everyone has his own way to escape from this world.

Shortly, we are throwing ourselves into a swarm.

Well, let's get up.

The most dreadful thing is when it is conscious, you know.

Anyone can do whatever they like! Fucking, smoking, drinking.

Everything for everyone.

Get out.

Hey, what about the money? The money!

-So, see you, dude. -Take the suitcase, it is expensive.

-Is it free? -Reserved.

Like in a fruit garden, right?

These are coconuts.

And these are small orange mandarins.

Well, this is what they call rich guys in China.

And these are pears. There is a type of pear called ''Russian beauty.''

I'm like a fruit myself.

Rather a vegetable

which got in the wrong bed, at the wrong party.

-I'm leaving. Understood? -Well, skip it, stop tripping. What's up?

-Stop! -Asshole!

Hold him! Don't move!

Stop!

Stop it!

-Get out! -Lyokha!

-So, keep quiet. No one move. -Hands off.

-Keep quiet, I've said. -Don't you watch TV?

-He is a star. -Aha, and I am two stars.

You'll have problems because of this.

Go on then, how about 50?

Enough.

No, you don't get it, let's both have a drink.

-I'm not allowed, I'm at work. -I've had such a wonderful day today.

I simply want to celebrate it with someone.

-Why not call your friends? -My friends won't understand.

As for me, I love vodka.

Kostya loves whiskey.

As for Lyokha, he is not allowed to drink at all.

He's away with the fairies after just two drops.

I remember, at school Kostya poured some vodka into his orange juice.

And then I carried him home with my bare hands.

His Mom is amazing. So we did our job, brought him, covered him up.

And then talked with her drinking tea together until the morning came.

And the patties she bakes! With potatoes, with onion, with pepper…

-Words alone can't describe them. -…visit her.

-What? -Why don't you visit her?

You know, all the time I'm thinking, I'll give them a call after rehearsals.

I'll give her a call, we'll meet at the Alumni Day.

He lives here, only a few steps away, I can visit him any minute.

Then I always put it off, put it off, tomorrow, tomorrow.

-And then comes a new day, new problems. -Exactly.

Tomorrow is a new day.

So what? Let's do it!

You know, I'm a bartender.

During the day, so many people come.

All of them pour their souls out, tell me different things.

-I know your disease. -Really?

And, doctor, what is my diagnosis?

Where does our childhood go?

To which cities?

And where shall we find a way to get there?

It will leave quietly while the whole city is asleep.

He doesn't like ballet. They do not talk there.

And I thought he got upset because of the tickets.

And for love words are unnecessary. Right?

Yes. I mean, no.

Yes.

Wait, wait, give it to me.

Or this way.

-Tell, do you like Al Pacino? -Al?

He works following the Stanislavsky system.

-Really? -Really.

-Scarface, have you seen this movie? -Well…

-Well, Scarface? -Yes, I saw it.

Do you remember the final scene where he goes out onto the balcony?

He gets out onto the balcony and there are 50 hoods sitting below.

They start shooting him, he keeps shouting like a lion in a cage.

-His energy is just amazing. -Today we had somebody like a lion here.

-Shouting, screaming, sitting here. -And what happened?

There came a crew, four friends.

Three of them left without paying the bill, he was left alone.

Grossed everybody out as only possible, went and crashed somebody's car.

Wait, how did he leave? Paid nothing?

He didn't leave on his own, the cops gave him a helping hand.

Yes, with me. What else could I do, she's got holidays.

-Enough, say no more, I'll bring her. -Dad.

Set him free, please.

-He's not guilty. -Really?

Well, his friends dropped him right in it.

So, tell me who your friend is and I'll tell you who you are.

Let him chill out until the morning.

-But, Dad, please. -I've asked you so many times.

Comrade colonel, I'm sick and tired of him!

He's been here for more than 4 hours and can't explain anything.

Let me give a call to the embassy. They should send an interpreter.

My daughter is good at languages. Go, and work a little bit, OK?

Thanks.

My poor, poor heart.

Wait, where are you going?

Stop, stop, stop.

Let me take this elevator and you take that one.

Count one, two, three, and we'll see who's quickest.

Well, we can do it.

Wait, wait, don't press yet!

Which floor do you need?

The tenth.

-One. -Two.

Three.

Nastya!

-Nastya, can you hear me? -Yes, I can.

You know, I dreamed that…

When going to sleep, I dreamed that when I came back home…

I'd come back and recognize nothing.

Everything is strange… The people are strange.

Can you hear me? Nastya!

Can you hear, Nastya?!

I've realized that home is the place where you are loved and waited for.

Now I'm home.

I love you.

Nastya!

Nastya…

Nastya!

Damn.

Nastya! Nastya! Forgive me!

Damn.

The fifth.

-Nastya, where are you? -The elevator is stuck, Lyosha.

Lyosha!

Hello.

Denni, that must be for you.

I understand… But you can't keep partying all night long!

By the way, I start my work early.

And because of you I'll be late for the briefing.

OK, but tell your son that he's not the only one who lives in this house.

OK? Arrivederci.

Here he is, Apollo.

-Not able to put two words together. -What do you want?

Good morning, what happened?

Do you speak English? Listen.

Can you explain to her?

I am a tourist. Do you understand?

I am a loyal citizen. I came to this country.

Somebody has stolen everything. I mean, my money, credit cards.

I mean, everything. Can you explain to her?

Long story short, he's a tourist and his stuff got stolen.

-I see. -You see? You see?

This is… That is my camera.

-I told you. -What?

Listen. How come you got my camera?

-Do you understand? That's my camera. -Why do you think it's your camera?

That's my initials R.G. That's me, Ron Gamel. That's me.

Are you sure? You must be mistaken.

-That's my Christmas gift. -He's crazy. That's my camera.

-My boyfriend gave it to me this morning. -Give it to me. It's my property.

Here's your camera. He's been asking for a camera, ‘kamera' means a cell.

Get out of here. Learn to talk Russian, then we'll talk.

Listen! But that's illegal! I mean…

-A tourist? -No, a Georgian.

Hey! Anybody! Officer!

-Good morning. -The same to you.

-Where are you going? -Me? To the sauna.

By the way, we've got a nice hot room at the station.

Jump in.

-I take my steam and be back in a second. -We've got plenty of steam here.

-Get in, get in. -Now I know why your cap is loose.

Good morning.

Hi.

-How did you sleep? -Fine.

-Would you like some coffee? -Funky singlet.

Tell me,

why do grown-ups scold us so much?

Don't wear this, don't put that on.

Yesterday, seven guys were beating you up and no one intervened.

-The tattooed one got into the scuffle. -Which one with tattoos?

Well, this one.

The singer, you know him… Timati.

Hey-ho, gang ride black Brabuses.

Grass is burning in the cigarette.

Two heaters at the back,

-Pay-off for every wrong peep. A bullet! -Come here.

Give me an autograph. My daughter is crazy about you.

She will be pleased.

Give the pen back. It's not allowed.

Come on, sing something else.

I want all the documents to be on my table by 12 o'clock today.

You've made all my brains boil.

Hanging about here all night long.

Comrade sergeant, please.

-Well, you must understand. -I have no right.

-You shall address the authorities. -Set him free, he protected me.

At sea, didn't they teach you how to scuffle?

Why are you sniveling, aren't you a man?

-If you fall, get up, go ahead… -Tim.

On the way you'll get free of pain

Remember, my spirit will never be broken

Hello, Colonel!

-Do you want to sleep? -No, I don't.

Where do you get so much energy from?

On the way you'll get free of pain.

Remember, my spirit will never be broken'.

What's going on here?

Comrade Colonel, this one has been arrested for a scuffle.

-Dad, that's Timati. -Who's that?

The one I've got a poster of. He graduated from the Stars Factory.

Oh, how is it possible that a nightingale like that could be sitting in a cage?

-Is that the one you told me about? -No.

-Who then? -Peace!

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east.

Set him free, he's been sitting here all night long.

We'll reimburse the losses, and the car really belongs to him.

-Word of honor. -Recite. Recite. What comes next?

And Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

who is already… His family conditions are very harsh.

-Recite. -Further?

Who is already sick…

and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she.

Her vestal livery

is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it.

Cast it off.

Juliet!

It is my lady, Juliet.

Juliet… Yes, I agree, the guy is blunt, a smart ass, if you like. A smart ass.

But how shall I explain to his father, his son, needs him, the father.

And not Uncle Franklin on a $100-note.

-Juliet Mikhalna, the boss is going there. -See you, Juliet Mikhalna.

Buy the way, no one has proclaimed the amnesty.

-Do you think it is so easy here? -Comrade colonel!

-He's really not guilty. -This one?

-Oh. -This one.

-Kostyan, just imagine. -You wouldn't believe it, I'm running…

-Let me say! -But wait!

-The exchange, the exchange is closed! -Then the accident, the hospital…

-I grasp the headset… -They offered me a part…

-Yes, let me speak! -Let me tell you, don't interrupt!

Those fools, and…

Well, alright, what's up with you? Eh?

-Well, no, one cannot do it this way. -It could happen to anyone. That's life.

Well, Leopold, forgive us.

-Forgive us, please? -Well, alright.

OK, guys, I'm gone.

I've got screen-tests today. I need to get myself ready.

-Go ahead, brother. -Good luck.

-Hey, wait, I'm going with you. -Good idea.

That'll do, bye.

-Peace. -Wait. What about the jacket?

Well, alright, I'm off.

-I'm sorry it happened this way. -Forget about it.

And where is Polina?

-So, here is the sauna. -Do it quickly, I've got a tachycardia.

-Come on, come on. -Oh, sailor boy…

Funky flares he's got, have you noticed?

And warbling like on the Titanic.

-Come on, Ways. -Come on, come on.

What?

Our Rio-de-Janeiro

has died on its feet?

Hey, sailor boy!

-Hi. -Hi.

Here, take these, give them to your girlfriend.

-Thanks. -Well, alright, I'm gone.

Listen, here's the phone.

Give it over to Kostya, your friend, He can call if he likes.

Bye.

-Squaddie, don't vandalize anymore. -OK.

When you are crying, help me, I don't know what to do

Shall I turn into a bird and fly away?

Help me

Help me

Help me

Help me

Help me

Help me