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Laida! Here, here.

Let’s go, there’s nothing here.

What a terrible day.

Damn.

Here!

Start it up!

Start it up!

What’ve you stopped for, you asshole! Start it up!

In the car!

Fast!

What’s this mess? A war?!

Forgive me, dear, forgive me.

- Bullets! - On the belt!

More!

What happened?

Speak up! You gone deaf?

Listen – I’m talking to you!

Well, stay silent then, damn you!

What’s all this mess about? You wanted to kill me?

To ride in the forest.

I’m being serious.

So am I.

- Don’t get smart... - What difference does it make to you?

“Why, what for” – why do you need to know? Just keep your eyes on the road.

- Where’re we going? - To town.

- That’s torn it. We’ll have to go round. - But how?

- Back to the forest and then another road? - Keep going forward, you oaf!

- You haven’t had enough? You want some more? - Look – it’s a swamp!

- We’ll just get stuck. - I said forward!

Well, you know best.

- Well, get out then. - What for?

- To make it lighter. - Right. Of course.

- You think I’ll dump you? - No...

- If I’d wanted to, I would’ve done it at the forest. - Press on it! We’ll get more traction.

All right, then!

Come on, come on, my beauty!

Come on, you old heap! Come on, you rotten heap of junk! Wreck!!

Come on, my beauty, be a pal!

Come on! Come on, you bastard!

- Go on, be kind! Come on! - Come on!

Come on! Come on, you bitch!

Damn. That’s it, we’ve arrived...

- Rotten bitch! - Hey! That’s enough!

- Is it far to town? - What, go on foot?

How else?!

- It’s a whole day’s walk. - You know the way?

Yes. That way.

- No, through the backwoods – the forest, the gullies... - Well, we can work it out.

- Work it out, then. Which way should we go? - You mean we should just leave the car?

- Put it in your pocket. - I’m being serious...

We’re in serious shit, and you’re worried about this scrap?

All right, hang on.

- Where’re you going? - I’ve got bread here, some tins.

- What tins? What’re you doing? - Hang on. What do we hook it on to, eh?

We’ve got zero time! What the hell do you need that tape deck for?

I just bought it. Are you going to buy me a new one?

Have you gone nuts, you freak?!

Calm down, you oaf! You want to live?! Which way?

- That way. - Run! Run!

Run!

That’s it, I can’t go on.

- That’s it, I can’t. I can’t. - Get over it.

- Even if you shot me. I can only walk. - Walk? You half-wit, just take a look round?

- Let’s at least make it to the forest! - I caaaaann’ttt!!

I don’t need an extra load, pal, I’m not carrying you.

Then run on your own, I’m all out – I’m about to collapse.

Oh, get lost, then.

Hang on! Hang on!

Hang on!

Yes – you’re like an anchor.

It’s 40 kilometers to town. You can’t run all day either.

I can.

They’ll find your wreck, and work out we’re on foot. And start looking, no way round that one.

Remember, friend, I know these parts well.

We’ll go where you couldn’t even dream of taking a car.

They’ll wander about a bit, then slink off home.

They won’t slink off...

It’s like looking for needles in a haystack, trying to find us.

They’ll just keep trying.

They’ll sniff round under every pine tree. Wrong people, wrong case.

Well, you’ll be faster on your own, of course,

but you’ll just be wandering round for days on end without me,

and you might not even make it. But you decide.

All right, damn you. We’ll walk.

Take off your ammo belt.

There’s a railway track not far off.

They take coal to the power station on it, repair trains, maybe we can stop one.

We’ll see. Right.

This is going to be a tough trip, and you’re no fighter by the looks of it,

so you pull yourself together, so you don’t wimp out later.

And I’m warning you straight off: no talking, and definitely no shouting.

Only talk where necessary.

Keep your eyes and ears peeled. You hear any strange sounds,

rustling, anything a bit weird, you say immediately. Got it?

Got it.

Mikhail.

Lead the way.

What should I call you now?

You shouldn’t. If needs be, I’ll call you myself.

You’re a strange one. We’re in this together now.

- And you won’t even tell me your name. - Why do we need to get all friendly?

We make it to town, and then I forget you.

- What d’you mean?! - That’s the way it is.

- You could at least say thank you. - For what?

- Listen, have you got a conscience? - No.

- Well, you’re a rotten person. - Everyone is.

- Who else is? - You, for example.

But I’ve dragged you back from the afterlife! You hear me?

- That’s enough, pal! - Scared? Scared?!

Don’t! Don’t shoot!

You’re going to start whining about your family, children?

We’re all heroes until someone pokes a barrel at your mug.

And if those 3 had caught up with me, would you have left?

- 3 of them, and 1 of me. What should I have done? - A man’s being killed. You’d go?!

But I don’t even know you, was I supposed to die with you?

- You’d have gone?! - Yes!

There you are, "pal",

there’s no halo over your head. So I don’t owe you anything.

You’re nothing to me and I’m nothing to you. Let’s agree about that.

Where’ve you led us?

It’s a massive field. We can’t go round it.

We’ll have to go straight across.

There’s no other way.

“Where you couldn’t even dream of taking a car.”

Give me that.

What is it?

Vodka.

Have you gone nuts! All day on the edge, and you...

You’ll get drunk, lose your fear, stop thinking properly.

We have to be on the lookout every second, but you want to knock yourself out.

I just wanted a mouthful. To get rid of the stress. My hands are shaking, the motor’s trembling.

That’s it, this conversation is over.

Duck!

What is it?

Our friends.

Can you see that gully?

As soon as it goes behind the bushes, we get up and leg it fast as we can.

If we don’t make it, we’re done for. You ready?

Yes.

Run for it!

Run, run you monster!

Faster, freak!

Come on, move those legs!

- I’m coming! I’m coming! - Tired of living?! Run!

I am running! I can’t, my heart!

- Faster, monster! - I’m coming!

- They’re stuck right to us! Why?! - For a good reason. Get out of here.

Give me my gun back.

Don’t follow me!

- And what am I supposed to do? - Collect mushrooms.

Oh, get lost!

Pal?

Lad, lad, what’s up with you? Pal!

Just tell me what to do? You don’t feel right?

Freakin’ hell.

Hold on!

What happened to you?

- Have no business. - Poor thing.

Just don’t go feeling sorry for me!

- Down? - Yup.

“Yup”. There’s no other path?

- What path? - A normal one. Like you promised.

Leading me down all these ruts. And you need a parachute to jump this one.

- You think I’m doing it on purpose? - Probably.

You go!

Right – of course I’m doing it on purpose. I’ve got nothing better to do.

Just wander about here, knocking together a device out of pine trees.

You think we’re chums, buddies? And I’m loving your wonderful company?

Not only are we up to our necks in it, you’re also a moaner, walking about whining away.

The slightest thing and you start shrieking, fighting, swearing.

I didn’t promise you a parquet floor all the way to town.

I’m sorry, but people hunt here, they don’t stroll about with ladies on their arms.

Listen, you hick, maybe you just don’t know the way.

- What? - You’re scared I’ll dump you.

- So you’re leading me round in circles. - Get lost!

What – you’ve got upset?

I used to hunt here with my Dad. And you accuse me of that, you pup!

I’ve trundled over every single square meter here.

Hey, where’re you going? Stop. Hey!

Faster.

Got it?

Go on, then. What’re you showing off for?

Get off me!

- I’ve broken something. - I’ll break something for you if you don’t get off!

- Go on, give me the gun and I’ll take a look. - Right, of course.

- Well, show me at least, then. - What for? - Show me!

Blast. You’ve scraped it!

Scraped what?

Scraped everything. The butt. The barrel. Scratches. Blast!

- It’s not a tragedy, is it? - Why not?

Well, is it made of gold or something? You’ll be crying about it soon.

For fricks sake! ... damaged... ruined!

Hey, listen! Come on. Don’t be a baby!

Just a little bit of varnishing, and you can polish the barrel.

Why’re you trying to con me? I let you have it on my responsibility.

If you’re given a weapon, then keep a hold of it, like a man! Why’re you so clumsy?

- I’ve had stuff in my hands you haven’t even dreamt of. - You’ve had your wedding tackle in your hands? Blinking warrior.

Can’t even hang on to a rubbish old double-barrel shooter. - You yourself fell on me!

Hear me, my sweet.

Hear me, my beauty.

My evening sunrise,

my Love everlasting.

I’m disturbing you?

Not at all.

You’re feeling jolly?

Not really. Just passing the time.

I see.

That’s it. Lunch.

- They don’t stop for lunch. - But we will, or we’ll die of hunger first.

Sit down.

Take that. Take it, I said.

Listen, pal, have you got a family?

You want to have a chat?

What else is there to do? Nothing.

And it’s miles of trudging on to town. We’re going to be silent the whole way?

Well, I’m not poking about in your affairs. Just interested in general.

Family?

Yes.

And children?

- What about children? - Well, how many?

Three.

- He looks young, but he’s been quick off the mark. - Why wait, if you’ve got the knack.

Not necessarily. My wife and I waited six years.

We thought the Lord wouldn’t reward us.

I remember, she jumped up in the night – sick, eyes popping out,

puking and puking, was hugging the toilet bowl until morning.

And the night before had been the mother-in-law’s birthday,

she kept praising the jellied fish.

Well, I’m not a fan of it, but my wife stuffed herself on it.

Well, I thought, the mother’s treated her daughter.

Well, in the morning we were off to the hospital. And there they said she was pregnant.

I remember at the hospital they had a little front garden, a flowerbed was in bloom.

I took a whole armful of those flowers into the ward.

And then me and the doctor drank to it.

He was young, kept refusing at first. But you couldn’t have refused me.

I got the whole shift drunk: the nurses, the midwives.

That was how the first one was born, we didn’t even think about another one.

Yes.

And now she’s carrying a third. At the ultra-sound they said it’s a lad too.

I’ve got two lads. What about you?

All three of mine are girls.

Right, then. As soon as the rails rattle, it’s coming.

We get up in position and don’t make a move.

It will signal, blow its horn – we stand rooted to the spot.

If he understands that we’ll freak and leg it, he won’t stop.

- Listen, what do you do? - What do you mean?

Well, you don’t lose your head ...

That fit of yours. They’re not shooting at you for nothing.

Are you a gangster?

Do I look like one?

No, not really.

That means I’m not a gangster.

Bandits are unhappy people – sitting in jail, tattoos, cirrhosis. God forbid.

- What was it you didn’t share, then? - What’s it to you, man?

Just curious what they might tear my head off for.

Well, it’s just a man needs money and power.

A strong man needs more money and power, and a young, strong man needs it most of all.

So we squabble.

- Aren’t you tired of running round fields? - There’s no other way.

That’s the way Mom made me.

You look at me, man.

I can work as a cook in a diner, or screw nuts and bolts in a factory.

If you’re born with teeth, be a predator.

We’re just having a lark, now – loosening up a bit, don’t take it amiss.

- You’re not scared of God? - Does he exist?

Of course.

What, on icons? People just drew him.

Pain exists, Death exists. But I haven’t seen any god.

The sheep invented god – to shame the wolves, stop them biting so much.

Laida, Laida,

I’ve found my girl!

Come here, my lovely!

Laida, my sweet girl! We’ve found you! Clever girl!

Keep it quiet.

Quiet! Quiet!

Shut her up!

Shut her up, I said...

Follow me!

Here! Here! Lie down!

- Well, where’s the stupid thing? Damn... - Shut her up! Shut her up!

Hang on, Ivan, the train’s passing.

What’s up, Ivan?

Ivan, have you died or something?

Quiet! Quiet!

Kill him!

You die! You die, the lot of you, you scum!

Kill the bitch!

- Give me the knife. - What?

- A knife. - What for?

Give me it, I said.

What are you planning?

Got to finish off the dog.

No.

Think about it – she’ll bark when she mustn’t and that’ll be it.

She’ll be quiet.

- You’ve cut a deal with her? Don’t be an idiot. - It’s not true, she’s calm. Honest to God!

She’s no use on a hunt. I just take her for company.

She’s lazy, doesn’t even always chase birds, quiet the whole time.

I heard how quiet she is.

We mustn’t, there’s no way!

I got her as a puppy, treated her like my own child.

No! Don’t’ touch her, don’t! I won’t let you have her!

Listen to me, you idiot. It’s an animal,

it hasn’t got any brains, but you should have! You want to live or not?

But she’s alive too! She’s alive!

I’ll do away with her with the gun.

We’ve got nothing to lose as it is. While there’s no one around.

No, don’t! Please!

Ivan, what is it – you feel really bad? Everything’ll work out. Be patient. It’s just a scratch.

I saw! We came “for a few minutes.” Right, Oleg?

- Come on. Don’t shout. - Don’t try and shut me up.

Who brought us here?

Is it just me that needs him? Isn’t your butt on fire too?

I’ve got a hole in my stomach. But you’re on your feet!

Damn you! Oleg! He’ll kick the bucket. He needs to go to a hospital, Oleg.

No.

I don’t get it. What?

Nobody’s going anywhere. We finish this, then we go.

- Don’t decide for me, you bitch! - If you want, go on foot.

- Oleg, be reasonable. The boy’s in a bad way. - I can see that.

Where’re we supposed to look for them? And he might die.

Maybe we should die along with him.

- What’re you whining about? - If we go, that means we’ve let them go.

Who? You idiot, come to your senses. He’s going to die here.

If we go we’re all finished! You want our children to be orphaned?

- It’s Ivan! It’s our Ivan! - Calm down.

Don’t squeal! It’s three hours to get back.

If we go we’ll only get back by nightfall.

By then they’ll already be in town! Am I wrong?!

Am I wrong?!

All right. Let’s go.

All right. Let’s go.

I’m scum.

If life forces you, you’ll throttle a person.

We were friends from childhood, the four of us like brothers.

What we went through together... scary just to remember it.

When you’re young that you’ll go through fire for a friend.

Then life warms you up, you get wives, kids. Nobody wants to die.

Let’s go to the banya, they say.

I didn’t want to at all, but I went.

And they took me into the forest... on my knees, barrel against the back of the head...

Sorry, brother, you’ve been spotted, you’ll drag us down with you.

We’re all scum, if we want to live.

Seems to have stopped. Get a move on.

Listen, man, we need to get to town. Can you give us a lift?

No. I’m here for the night.

You take us, then come back. It’s not far...

Have you gone nuts? Yeah, right.

It’s really important, friend, this is serious...

It doesn’t make any difference to me. I just arrived.

Listen, it’s a matter of life and death.

Right. I can see you’re barely alive. You’re about to drop dead... from a hangover.

- They might kill us. - Who?

These local hard-cases, bandits. We only just managed to escape them.

And you’re in danger here too.

Stop trying to kid me!!

Come on, open your eyes, you idiot! We’re worn out.

Yes, I can see you’re worn out.

Of course – you got drunk, got in a fight and lost your way.

And now you want to go home.

Go back onto the road, this isn’t the tundra, someone will give you a lift.

All right, man, thanks.

Not at all.

Right. I’ll go on the other shore.

- You’ll swim it? - No, I’ll fly it. - Why?

Because, you hick. While I’m swimming, keep him covered.

- He makes a move, shoot him. - Where?

Wherever you can. The main thing is to stop him running off. I’ll swim over, take the keys, and we’ll go home. Got it?

- I can’t shoot someone. - You want to live?

That means you can.

It’s loaded...

Let’s do it.

Yes, that’s right. Wash your brains out.

Just go swimming somewhere else – you’ll frighten my fish off.

Hey, you bastard, I’m coming over to see you. Get your car keys ready for me.

- Right, straight away. - Straight away, of course. Not tomorrow.

Run and you’ll get a cartridge in your backside. Or... wherever it hits.

Hold him.

What’re you doing, guys?

- Have you gone nuts or something? - Stop!

Hey, stop.

Don’t make me sore. Stop!

Get lost, you fools...

Stop, I said! I’ll shoot!

Take him out!

I can’t!

Should I kill you, you bitch?

- Stay there. - What – you’ll kill me?

You can’t shoot a person.

You’re not a person.

Old man.

Hey, old man!

What do you want?

You got any transport?

No.

A gun?

Homemade.

You know how to get to town?

I know.

Which way?

That way.

Which way’s “that way”?

That way.

Got it.

Listen, old man. Nobody’s dropped in on you?

Ask him.

- That’s it, don’t move a muscle. - Sergei!

- Oleg, he’s here – don’t come in! - Butt in and I’ll blow his brains out!

Start the car up, leave the keys in the ignition, gun on the ground.

Not the gun. Don’t even ask. Put both of them down.

All right, start the car up.

- Oleg, don’t give him anything! Don’t let him go! - Shut it.

He doesn’t do it, you die – I give you my word.

- I can’t hear the engine! - Don’t let him go, Oleg!

Shoot!

What’re you playing at, you blockhead?! I’ll kill you!

Right, that’s enough. You’ve screwed up. Hang on.

Try that again and I’ll give him both barrels.

Oleg, don’t let him go!

If he drops you I can’t make it on my own!

What about Ivan?! For nothing?!

The main thing is not to die here, and then we’ll see. Right, go out.

Right, we’re going out.

Go out.

This one’s coming with me.

What do you need him for? The town’s near.

I said he’s coming with me. Get back in.

Freeze!

Let him go, I said! I’ll pull the trigger!

Do you need the car, then... or him?

What are you doing, guys?

Listen, you old crone, go drink your fill. We’ll sort this out.

You just take a look round. You’ve ruined, screwed up everything, torn it into bits.

Nobody wants anything, they just want to grab it all.

Gnawed away at each other over bits of paper; you’re walking on heads, blood.

But your soul doesn’t hurt...

Decay all around.

But you...

Brother against brother...

Go, father. It’s too late to pray for us. We’re devils, not people.

Half-witted pup!

Right, we’ll split up. I’ll go off a 100 meters, and you let them go.

Deal. But is he worth it?

Don’t mess up. You won’t leave here alive, I promise you that.

Back, towards me.

What’re you doing? You could’ve got in and gone.

- Where are the bullets? - In the belt.

Idiot.

Thank you. Wasn’t expecting it.

Andrei.

We need to get into good cover. You can find it?

- I can. - Where?

There, at the end of the street.

Right:

I say “run” – you run; I shout “stop” – you hide. Got it?

Got it.

Ready?

Ready?!

Ready?

Yes.

Run!

Sergei! The guy moves, shoot him.

He's getting away! Drop him!

Run!

Stop!

Run!

Stop!

Run!

- Slower, I'm missing. - They can escape.

- Hit the break! - They're running away!

Bastards. Go this way, we'll get them.

Against the wall.

Keep your heads down.

Where’re you going?! Sit.

- All right, wise guys. - Where’re you going?!

Don’t fret, I won’t leave you.

Andrei!

Andrei!

What? Andrei!

Hold on!

Get up.

Don’t abandon Tanya with girls.

We’ll do it.

Who’s first?

What?!

Rotten pigs!

What’ve I got to do with this?! This is your business, you bastards!

I’ve got kids, a wife who makes me dinner!

We’re going to my mother-in-law’s tomorrow to fix the roof.

They’ll give me sixth rank next week.

I want to live, you freaks!

Live!! Live!!

Live!!

You want to live?

Sergei!

- Yes. - Alive?

My shoulder.

Take the gun.

Give him bullets.

Kill him, and I’ll let you go.