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You know…

you can doubt anything.

Is smoking harmful…

or is global warming inevitable?

You can even question

if two times two is four.

Or live in fear, expecting war,

infection and the end of the world.

But, whatever you do…

whatever you dream of,

don't doubt…

you will definitely die.

This is Kyiv - a capital of Ukraine.

Beautiful city.

Nineteen cemeteries,

not including the ancient burials.

The city is so historic,

that all the land under it
is filled with the dead.

Although you don't notice,

there are a lot of them
on the streets too!

This is Sasha.

Sasha is hardly alive.

Don't be fooled by his ability
to open his eyes and sit upright.

He's grumpy, as always…

because a whole day is ahead,
which needs to be lived somehow.

And he doesn't want to do anything.

Everything annoys Sasha.

He is annoyed by people, all of them,

good weather, any news,

bad films and, of course, social networks.

He also hates sports.

But, as you can see,
he's running and suffering.

Hello.

According to the contract,
you have to finish your work by…

I'm busy now.

-What are you doing there?
-Does it matter what I am doing?

Piss off!

But most of all Sasha hates himself.

About a year and a half ago,
Sasha found a job for his soul.

Just a job like any other,
but there is a problem -

communication with people
on a daily basis.

Hello.

Oh, crap…

What? Sorry.

Pardon. It wasn't to you.

Hello! Good afternoon!

I would like to make a booking.

Easy!

But only with a good view, please.

Not in the middle.

Sorry, but what are you
going to look at there?

I mean I would not like
to look at the wall.

Ok, we will find something for you.

For six people, please.

That's a problem.
We have only a single and a double.

Maybe… You'll squeeze in more seats?

No one is sitting here.
They are all lying. By one or by two.

How come they're lying?

Well… Usually, they do it in rows.

Is it a restaurant?

This is a cemetery.

Holy crap.

Hello?

BASED ON STORIES
BY PAVLO "PASHTET" BELYANSKY

And this is Petrovych.

When he was a kid and someone asked him
what he wanted to be,

it didn't take him long to answer.

Petrovych is the cemetery director,

and he has been working here
for as long as he can remember.

Petrovych starts each day simply:

he sends an envelope with money
to some good people

so that no one,
in the literal sense of the word,

drives him to an early grave

and nothing changes here.

And do you know what?

Nothing changes. At all.

To be honest, Petrovych is a smart man.

He told Sasha right away:

"You better get to work
or you'll get yourself buried here".

Mykhalivna!

So Sasha got to work.

Oh, my dearest.

Wake up.

He is, so to speak, an architect.

He studied, you know,
the science of space organization.

Here, four portraits for you.

And some inscriptions as well.

Sasha, look here.

Is he joyful?

Or… Damn it, how did she say?

Joyous!

Is the kid joyous enough?

Whatever. You'll redo it anyway.

She has already called.
She will show up today anyway.

Damn it.

You missed the "life".

Yes.

Right. I've missed the "life".

So, here's how they live,
among the graves.

Petrovych buries.

Sasha puts up monuments.

And no one can change that.

That's the whole life.

Hello.

Excuse me. My husband died.

It is wonderful!

Come in.

My husband

wouldn't leave.

He keeps walking around the apartment.

He can slam the door or spill salt
onto the table in the kitchen.

Please, sign here and here.

-Near the check marks?
-Yes, near the check marks.

And I tell him "Listen, you should go.

Why are you here?

What did you forget here?"

No, he doesn't leave.

-The polishing will be like this.
-Uh-huh.

I tell him,
"They are waiting for you up there.

So go there, please".

Allegretto font, italics.

Ok.

I tell him but he does not listen.

So I think to myself.

Is it worse there
than in a one-bedroom apartment?

And I think, "In heaven, I suppose,

the bathrooms are probably separate.

It is so great.

You can stay there as long as you want".

And he calms down.

Maybe, it's not all rainbows and unicorns.

Maybe.

Good afternoon.

What's this?

It's…

a decree…

of your dismissal.

And this is a decree to appoint me
as a new director of the cemetery.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

Astrophytum?

No-fucking-idea-phytum.

It blooms beautifully.

If so, take care of it

until I come back.

I did this portrait as for myself.

Accurate to a hair's-breadth.

True to size.

But she dug her fucking heels in.

Here is Lena -
she is one of Sasha's biggest problems.

You are coming to us like to your office.

Fuck off!

It's fine, we don't get angry
with our customers.

They have grief,
whereas we have a scope of work.

Mrs. Olena, please, take a look.

Everything is true to size -

pedestals, arches, edges…

Joyous, as you wished.

Where did you dig these smarty pants out?

Actually, we work at the cemetery.

I will not accept your work. It's not him.

-But who?
-This is not my son.

Of course, this is not your son.

This is a piece of granite.
Your son is dead.

You think you know everything about death?

You know fucking nothing.

I've seen tons of clients like her.

She will never accept the job.

No gravestone - no end point.

So, Sasha, what shall I do now?

Marcel Proust said once

"We are healed from suffering
only by experiencing it to the full".

Who is that wisecracker?

He is a classic.

However, Ihor, you are kind of right.

All parts are made to scale.

Do you know what is most annoying
when someone important to you dies?

Should we make it from granite?

As long as he lives, it seems to you
that it is impossible to be without him.

Here he is, as is, for example, a leg.

And then he suddenly dies,

and you just go on living,
a new day comes,

everyone is busy with something,

and you also have to be somewhere.

But how can you go there
if your leg is missing?

If we include the installation…

sixty-eight thousand.

Sixty-eight thousand.

We can do it cheaper

if you don't have enough money.

Petrovych got used to many
contenders trying to take his place.

This is a cemetery,
not a hipster cafeteria -

there are always customers,

so there is always money.

Lots of money.

An order on site No.120 - a single burial…

A multiple burial on site No.53

And one more on No.140.

And this one is for me.

What is it?

Playing loyalty till death, ha?

Hlib, are you putting
Petrovych out to pasture?

I don't give a shit who the boss is.

Be it Petrovych or someone else -
same shit to me.

Give it to me.

What?

Money is what makes you tick.

Even from the hands of such a douche.

And you are, of course,
a man of principle.

Start showing off, and you'll go
to hell with Petrovych. Got it?

Your Petrovych will suck his shit now.
His shit.

Oh shit!

You are fucked, assholes!

Petrovych, what shall we do
with a new director?

There is no burial order for him yet.

That's all, go to work.

Eight thousand.

Your order will be ready in two weeks.

I've been working on this project
for five days.

Sasha has been seeing his clients
as patients for a long time.

Wow.

Eight thousand anyway.

You see?

He does not remember Suvorov,

although he ordered a monument
for his wife last year.

Could you open the window?

No.

If for some reason the product
does not correspond to the drawing

and you have to redo it,

it may be that
there's no one to sell it to.

Makes sense.

That is why the price is eight thousand,

with four thousand advance payment.

A large prepayment…

is a bad omen.

So what? Will we make a portrait?

Every time they try
to replace Petrovych with someone,

he calmly moves to the bench
near the warehouse

and from there continues
to manage the cemetery.

Lao Tzu said, "If someone hurts you,
don't take revenge.

Sit on the river bank

and soon you will see the corpse
of your enemy floating past you".

Hello.

Petrovych knows how to wait.

You will have some guests tomorrow.

The same ones as the last year?

No,

new ones.

New ones,

old ones.

Catch it.

Give it to me.

Here.

We'll deal with it tomorrow.

Let's go, move on.

So?

-What now?
-Unfasten it.

I do not know.

There was so much love.

I want to bury him properly, you know?

To put a gravestone.

Maybe it is better to cremate him?

Today ashes of cremated
are added to the tree seeds,

they are planted in a park and
you can become a tree in your next life.

A flower.

Well, a flower too. Maybe.

-So…
-Hi.

We've talked about this.

Get out.

-Get out?
-Not you.

-And what about a flower?
-What flower?

Your employee promised
that she can make a flower of my Senia.

Okay.

Who's Senia?

My Senia.

I want to bury him as a human.

A cat?

Firstly, Senia is more than a cat.

-And secondly…
-This is a nonsense.

This is not nonsense.

This pretty girl suggested
making a flower of Senia.

-If we cremate him…
-I have another plan.

Do you know what we'll do?

We will take your Senia,

burn him and turn him into…

a sandglass.

This is very convenient.

For example, you are cooking borsch.

How long should you cook it?

Half of Senia the cat!

Cool, isn't it?

You…

You are a very mean person.

You can't work with people.

That's true.

In 800 meters turn left.

Connection lost.

Do I have to die to make you notice me?

Can't you drive me closer?

Alice, where have you been?

I called you. Where have you been?

Alice, I'm talking to you!

Sasha!

Sasha!

Hi! I'm Zhenya!

Bye, Zhenya.

I've asked you to talk to Alice.

Do you know that she skips school?

You want to ruin your life? Welcome!

But I can't lose my daughter as well!

You must talk to her.
At least while she wants to talk with you.

Should I punch him, ha?

Zhenya!

Here. Our flowers are always fresh.

Please, come to us
and you won't be disappointed.

-A hundred hryvnias.
-Thank you.

See you soon.

A hundred hryvnias,
a hundred, two hundred…

As usual.

I've already prepared it.

Wait, I'll give you the change.

Ok, a hundred…

Lady, take your change! Lady!

Lady, take your change!

Are you stupid?

If you're bad at selling,
switch to carrying.

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I know almost everything
about old Suvorov.

And now I learned his biggest life secret.

Turns out that he took
the last name from his wife,

the one next to whom
he wanted to be buried.

When they met, she was Suvorova,
and he was Kurochka, "little chicken",

A cadet of the Kharkiv Aviation Institute.

You can't even imagine
what it's like for a guy, a cadet,

to have the last name Kurochka.

He was teased by everyone
in every possible way.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Where could she put it?

Was it you again
who screwed in a bulb on the first floor?

He smiles. Why are you smiling?

You probably spent
almost all your pension already.

You better buy yourself a pair of socks.

Go to the housing office,
to the neighbors.

It's better.

They need it even more.

You're a fool.

That's all. I'll be going.

Honestly, you are a fool.

Are you here to order a gravestone?

Don't pretend you don't know who I am.

I do know.

That's good.

One-third part.

One-third part - it's fair.

I've paid one-fourth to Petrovych.

Oh…

Well, then work with Petrovych.

He's about to take his well-deserved rest.

You can retire together with him.

Due to the disability.

I'll think about it.

Do think. Do think.

Oh, it seems this one
is still alive, isn't he?

This is a portrait of a famous astronaut,

who died saving the Earth
from an asteroid.

They showed it on TV.

A hero.

Just like you.

See you tomorrow.

For a year now,
Lena has wanted to call the person

who was most directly involved
in her visits to the cemetery.

This man's name was Wojciech.

One day in Warsaw,

he treated her
to dry white wine all evening

and introduced her to his large dogs

in the number of five or so.

Lena wanted to leave all the time,

but for some reason did not go.

She became pregnant that night

but did not say anything to Wojciech.

Since then, she hates dogs

and tries not to go to Warsaw anymore.

But she had a son

and for a short while Lena believed

that she was not alone in this world.

A zero level. Pinpoint accuracy.

I'm telling you, it is crooked.

How can you say that?

I made it as for myself.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How is it going?
-As you see.

The second team always leaves
some visible defect on purpose.

An unfilled seal
or a cement spot on a stone plate.

-And? Does it help?
-Of course!

A client notices a defect,

adopts a stance like a dog
ready to attack. Starts yelling.

Guys fill in the seam quickly
or wipe off the cement.

And that's it.

It is leveled. Ask anyone!

You should not deceive customers.

Clients won't forgive.

Our clients are nice and calm.

But customers

are jerks.

Let me.

Do you see an air bubble in the tube?

It's leveled.

Straight as an arrow!

And I say - it is crooked!

Lady!

And now?

What are you drawing?

A gravestone.

Why do you need a gravestone?

And you?

What the hell…

I should take up a habit
to close the door.

You're welcome.

One by one, please.

What do you have?

How much can it cost?

Listen.

It is ok for old people
to think about death.

It might be the only truly
interesting adventure left in their life.

Today

I found glasses and a note in the closet,

"Fear nothing

and be handsome."

One hundred forty-two thousand.

As I said, it can be cheaper.

Ciao.

Next!

I have a question for you.

You ordered a gravestone

and indicated the date of death.

And this date is in a week.

This is the first time I see
such time planning.

Tell me, do you have any ties there?

Do you have anyone who will write
the date of death on the gravestone?

Why are you asking?

I brought a portrait as you told me.

Is that all?

How do I look?

You look so great!

My turn now.

No turns.

Two.

I've finished.

We have checked everything here.
We can install it right tomorrow.

Let's go.

Sasha.

How are things going at the office?

Work as usual.

Let's go?

I'll take a walk.

Let's go.

Are these okay?

Look for fresh ones, for today's ones.

Right.

Look!

-Do not run. Look.
-Uh-huh.

Did you hear that?

You should be afraid
of the living ones, not the dead.

Keep on collecting.

I'm sorry.

Have you ever seen a real ghost?

What?

A real ghost.

Yes, I have.

Really?

In a movie.

There was a scary chick, with long hair,
all wet and crawling out of a TV set…

Oh, cut it out!

Why are you asking? Look for flowers.

I've got tons of problems,
any horror movie is no match for them.

This is a horror like your ex.

Fuck, there is nothing here.

No flowers, no money.

Children, peek-a-boo!

Fuck, fuck that bitch!

Mykhailyk.

Why are you yelling?

-Pasha. Where are you, my children?
-Do you see her?

It's Mikhailivna.

Natalochka.

Her whole family died in a car accident.

She sold her apartment and lives here now.

Children, my dear children, my sweeties.

-To be closer to her family.
-Peek-a-boo!

Let's go.

Children, my dear children.

I'm dying for a drink.

Now we're talking.

Do we have anything?

We always do.

That's great.

-Shit.
-What is it?

-Someone's coming.
-Fuck!

Who is it?

Petrovych, goddamn it.

-What a clusterfuck!
-What is he doing? Petrovych? Who is he?

Fucking go! Do something!

Hi, Zhenya.

We asked you nicely
to talk to your daughter.

That's not your business.

This is your business.

If you don't talk to her

I'll break your fucking face.

Guys,

let us go, please.

Shut up.

Fuck!

Are you a new one?

Yes.

Do you know what's so special
about an open city cemetery?

In an open cemetery,
unlike the closed and half-closed ones,

up to dozen of unknown
or unclaimed corpses are buried every day.

Lonely old people, homeless people,
all sorts of scum.

No one says prayers over them.

They are put in a plastic bag,
thrown in a grave, and buried.

So what?

So what? Bury them.

Guys, please, no!

No!

Don't do it, please!

Stop, stop it!

Who let you take the flowers?

It was our initiative.
We climbed over the fence.

-Bury them.
-No, no. It was a new director!

-Shut up.
-Fuck, shall I die here?

We must pay him one grand
in dollars a week, the rest is ours.

This is my cemetery.

Go ahead!

Fuck!

Sasha already knows that the usual life

which he had a hard time inventing
for almost two years

is slowly falling apart.

Sorry!

Something is happening.

I told you he's a tough cookie.
Stubborn as a fucking goat.

So, do you want to get promotion

and solve the issue yourself?

Petrovych.

This asshole did not understand
at the first attempt.

Ok, solve it.

We need a beautiful gravestone.

What do you think?

Is this one good?

Who cares? They are all the same.

We need a solid one.

Which one is the most solid?

Where did you learn to sell gravestones?

Yulia!

In the Art Academy,
Department of Architecture.

It is not polite to ask such questions.
What's up with you?

And this one - isn't it too eye-catching?

Whose eye do you want to catch
at the cemetery?

Here, simple and straight.

Do you like your job?

And do you like it
that your grandfather is dead?

No, I do not like it.

This one is better,

the wave, on cubes,

it's non-trivial and elegant.

Yes, just like you.

Do whatever you want.

But when your gravestone comes down
from the cubes, do not bother me.

As you wish.

Who died in your family?

Sweets are bad for health.

GRAVESTONES

So, have you thought about it?

Everything is as usual.

Fuck, catch him!

Excuse me, sorry. My condolences.

Excuse me.

Do not worry, miss.
Everything will be fine.

Who are you, mister?

Shit, excuse me, padre.

Are you nuts? Why are you shooting?

I did it automatically!

Go right!

THAT'S ALL

Well… He seemed to live
in accordance with the "rules".

But his gravestone is so weird.

Huh, I'd rather say "glamorous".

Fuck this shit.

Oh, look, he wakes up.

Hey, bro?

Nothing personal.
These are greetings from the new director.

But why 5S?

It's an old piece of shit.

When he kicked the bucket,
5S was a cool phone.

Guys can't change it
to a new model every year.

They are nuts in their USA.

As soon as you buy a phone,
a new one comes out.

So fucking true.

And this shit costs like a car.

For sure.

I was wondering
what kind of idiot it might be.

But it turns out, I know this idiot.

How is your contract?

Are you going to terminate it again?

I was going to.

However, you are a great comedian.
I want to see what you are going to show.

Do you really want to see it?

You are welcome.

Not as great as I thought.

It's cold outside.

Get in the car.

There is a blanket in the back. Take it.

What's happened?

Thank you.

Well, a typical meeting
with an unsatisfied client.

Mikhailivna!

Mikhailivna!

Hi.

Bring it on, guys.

Bitch.

Get him off!

You motherfucker!

So did you swag yourself,

old dick?

Enough.

Take the spades.

Let's go, chickenshit.

Farewell to you,

old fart.

Oh God, my dear children.

Natasha! Pasha!

Wake up, wake up.

You'll be late for school!

Natasha! Pasha!

Wake up!

Get up!

God, help me!

My dear God!

Oh God.

Thank you.

You may continue to make fun of me
if you wish.

Give me back the photo I left here.

Portrait for the gravestone.

Yes,

of course.

I know nothing.

What?

You said last time that

I think that I know everything
about death.

I know nothing about death.

I know nothing about life either.

Sasha.

Do not repeat the nonsense
that someone told you in despair.

How much can it cost?

What did you forget here?

Five days left, young man, five days.

It seems he is still alive, isn't he?

You must not work with people.

This is not my son.

Guests will come to you tomorrow.

Sasha!

Sasha!

Sasha! Are you okay?

Hi.

Sorry, I did not hear when you woke up.

Do you want dumplings?

Despite all my efforts,

they seem to have cooked.

Do you know what happens next?

Well, dumplings will pop up
and we will eat them.

First, you will fall in love
with some stupid kid.

Girls like hooligans, don't they?

You will get drunk and have sex.

Both things will be funny,
quick, and clumsy.

Then there will be some dramatic shit.

You will be crying for a long time.

You will meet another guy,
then another one, and so on.

Until you meet him - the one.

Handsome and smart.

You will want to live together.

You will buy a tiny apartment
on the outskirts of the city,

with a small bathroom,
which will seem a football field to you.

It will be your life.

And I will become an old,

unnecessary grandfather,

who will sit all day
and quarrel with the TV.

I will receive calls twice a month.

The first time
to check the utility meters,

and the second one…

because someone got the wrong number.

I'll be waiting for your call.
Do you understand?

Because I will become attached to you.

You will have your own life.

And I will wait, wait, wait…

Until the district police officer
calls you and says…

that I passed away.

You have never been in my life.

He is incorrigible!

You are trying to correct
a mistake that is not yours.

When he talks to you, he sees me.

When he sees you,

he remembers the past
from which he is trying to escape.

Stop it, Alice.

Do not torture him and yourself.

Sometimes bad things happen,

and you cannot change it.

All you can do is keep on living.

Just live.

SCHOOL №283

Every part of the memorial complex
is made in accordance with the dimensions

specified in the contract.

The work is carried out according to
technical standards and without defects.

All your wishes are taken into account,
all comments are accepted,

corrections are made.

Sign.

Until the work is not finished,
you may think there's still hope…

we can redo it all,
we can make another gravestone.

It all may drag on for years.

But this is a one-way road.

And it will only get worse.

Olena!

Here is your well-deserved final payment.

Damn…

So, when is the revenge?

You know,

when things seemed bad,

I always told myself,

"Never mind, it could have been worse".

And it really did get worse.

How much?

He asks for one-third.

You should agree to his terms.

We will see.

What is there to look at?

You can only see,

that it's time to look elsewhere.

Many years ago,

the director of the cemetery
was Yakiv V. Kolyvan.

And young Petrovych arranged
for Kolyvan's car to be burned,

and the director himself was hospitalized
with broken ribs and broken teeth.

After that, Petrovych took his job.

I wonder if Sasha knows this story?

But Petrovych remembers it.

After all, a few years ago,
he buried Kolyvan here,

even put up a tombstone
at his own expense.

With a large cross.

And he delivered a speech at the tomb.

He said that
once you came to the cemetery,

you would never leave it.

Hi.

Hi.

She's thought about
how to do it so many times.

You can put your head in the oven
and turn on the gas.

Or cut your veins.

You can jump under a train.

She is very, very tired.

But something happened at that moment.

It seems that Lena suddenly felt

that she could no longer cry
and could not kill herself either.

Good evening.

Sorry, we are closed.

Tell me,

it's not a common thing, but

can you make a gravestone for someone,
who's still alive?

Some people do so.

You see, mom.

People do so. Although it's not common.

Tell me,

is it cheaper to make a gravestone
for two people at once?

Yes, it will be cheaper
to make it for two.

Does a gravestone for a child
differ from the one for an adult?

It may not differ.

You see, mom,

nothing special.

I can't take it anymore!

I want to die!

Die! I can't take it!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

She has not taken care of my son.

Hasn't looked after him.

She is killing herself with guilt now…

But this will not return my son.

She wants a gravestone
to lie next to my son.

You can make a gravestone.
But how to forgive?

How to forgive?

Forgive me.

That's my fault.

I know.

It's very scary.

Forgive me.

I can't take it.

I can't take it.

Please!

Forgive me!

Forgive me!

Tell me, how long will it take,
to make a gravestone for two?

Two weeks.

You see, mom,

two weeks.

Do you have ice?

No.

Okay, fuck the ice.

Hi.

Hi.

This is Alice -

my daughter.

I won't disturb you.

Wait.

Where will you go like that?

Take off your jacket, it's drenched.

You got a towel?

Are you cold?

Please, make some tea.

Go-go-go!

Get out!

Sasha.

Sasha!

Get out!

Fucking bitch!

Fuck!

-Sasha!
-Fuck! Listen here!

Sasha.

-You will take your things now.
-Let me go!

You will call a taxi and go home,
understood?

I don't want to see you here again!

I didn't come to see you!

When did you last visit him? When?

You are just afraid.

You are just a chickenshit.

What are you doing?

-Not your business.
-Alice!

Put it on, it's cold.

I was working too much.

I thought everything was fine.

I thought it was just a virus.

Children always get sick.

He had a fever for a couple of days.
What's the problem?

Three days later, Yaryk died.

His heart gave way.

I just did not close the window.

Could you open the window?

He died.

What do you mean - died?

Just like that - died.

Where is he buried?

God knows.

The municipal meat wagon took him.

Goddamn Prometheus.

Hello.

Get off the fucking gravestone!
Don't you have benches?

-Where is Suvorov's stone?
-Whose?

Anton M. Suvorov.
He ordered a gravestone for himself.

Here it is.

Ready and steady.

Tomorrow morning,

you take the tools,

load the gravestone in a van

and install it
next to his wife's gravestone.

Are you completely nuts?
He's not buried there.

Where is a burial certificate?
Where is a death certificate?

I said put it up.

Petrovych is fucked up.
The company is fucked.

What a goddamn gravestone?

For the grave.

Are you open?

Yes, we are. Come in.

Sit down.

I will be in half an hour.

How much can it cost?

Three hundred and fifty. Not less.

Three hundred and fifty thousand.

This is not what we need.

Take a look.

This complex costs seventy-six thousand.

-This one costs forty.
-We need more expensive.

We need one that costs
one million two hundred thousand.

We have this money. We were saving them
for our son's apartment.

Even sold the house.

And now our son is gone.

But we will still get him an apartment
for this money.

My wife wants Kostia to have an apartment.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

You are welcome.

Here is money.

After all,
I decided to install a fire safety system.

Smart move.

I want everything as it used to be.

It will never be that way.

I'll be glad to see you again.

Good luck.

You too.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

-Are you Victor Fedorenko?
-Yes. How can I help you?

Hey, mister, wait!

What's happening here?

Yevheniy Boyko,
detective officer, police captain.

What's in your briefcase?

Wait! On what ground?

Here is a search warrant.

Witnesses, please, come here.

Please, witness that there is
an envelope with marked notes.

That's not mine.
Someone must have planted it.

Show me your hands.

Witnesses, please, pay attention.

There are traces of special paint
on the suspect's hands.

The same as on the banknotes.

Smart move.

I'll be back in a moment.

Thank you.

Don't. You owe me now.

Stop, fucking asshole!

Do not mind.

I'll kill you!

These are our local customs.

So what?

Is there life after death?

It depends.

Well, guys, I have to go.

The duty is calling.

Where are you going?

I have to finish one thing.

Come back when you finish it.

And if you fail, come anyway.

Well, there's no other way for me.

I don't remember
how I fell out of the window.

I died because my mom and dad
gave birth to me to save their marriage.

But I couldn't save their marriage.

They gnawed at each other,

and I reminded them
that they could not change anything.

Hi.

I guess I appeared to make a point.

And then I saw you, my father.

You sat in the apartment
staring at one point.

And talking to me all the time,

explaining that you wanted
to close the window,

but didn't have time.

That's why I couldn't leave,

and you wouldn't let me go.

Look at me.

We will meet someday.

Nothing dies.

Don't you feel it?

Hi.

Alice.

I've visited Artem.

Please, give me a chance.

Shit, it's not working out.

You were right.

I'm a chickenshit.

Did you really go to Artem?

I am…

After two hundred meters turn right.

Damn it, I do not know what to say.

Well, while you were absent,

we've got a rich selection
of things to discuss.

For example, let's talk about
how to hide my breasts in a bra

so that my stupid classmates
do not look at them.

Or we can talk about hair.

What is better to do with it
in the bikini area?

To shave or depilate?

Can we

start with something more simple?

I don't know.

I can't ride a bicycle.

I can teach you

if you want.

I do not know.

Our legends have no clear bounds

Everyone you loved so much
Just try to memorize

You know, I'm here too

Somewhere in the back of mind

So don't you cry and just stay alive

Life is life

Life is life

Life is life

Life is life

Happiness has no rules and demands

Someone comes into your troubled life

Give them all your love

Give them just a day

There will be other cities
With so different men

Thank you.

Life is life

Life is life

Life is life

Life is life

Hi.

Are you running again?

I'm running.

Life is life

Life is life…

I'm running the second lap.

Alice managed to ride a bicycle.

And I'm running the second lap.

Shall I see you tomorrow?

I will be at the office.

Then I'll come to see you.

You know where I work.

Everything begun will have its own end

Every love from the earth

Will ever reach the skies

Spring is going after winter

The shadow follows the light

While there is time for us
Don't run away from what you feel