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Happy Birthday.

A feast in time of plague.

Every day we party like it's the last time.

Have a great and merry evening, everyone.

Has everyone drunk some?

Come on, bottoms up, guys.

Remember it once and for all, rule number one:

everything is allowed at our birthday party.

Only negative things, free stuff, and whining are forbidden.

Rule number two, and this is strong advice,

"No" at our party means definitely no.

This is a territory of love and a pacifism zone.

Dance, have fun, and f***.

- The b**** is talented. - Do you mean yourself?

Kid.

Has she sulked again?

I don't care. She's your client, so go figure it out yourself.

When it's money laundering, you're always near.

But when it's about kissing asses, it's my client then.

What is the fuss about, girls?

Girls are in a sandbox. We've got a problem here.

The main witch is sad.

The day will come when I stop organizing

these little corporate events.

Get while the getting is good. There's nothing new.

You two are good for nothing. What about the promised Sabbath?

It's plan B now.

I'll face it on my own.

My love!

Where does she get these outfits? From a thrift shop?

Viktyuk style.

By the way, how many fingers would you give away to f*** her?

None.

- Pity. - Right.

Organ trade is not a piece of cake.

She's just a peculiar specimen.

But you liked her kind.

True.

I liked you too.

You're a peculiar specimen too.

I need to know what Chistyakov did for his last two weeks before his death.

Then Google it.

- It was rude. - You reap what you sow.

Congrats, my dear.

Thank you.

My husband asked me to give you his congrats.

Unfortunately, he had to leave.

This is sad. Are you guarding her from being stolen?

This is my direct responsibility.

Yeah, sure.

You're watching your birdie closely too.

My birdie?

My birdie can do whatever she wants.

Tonight.

Send my sincere gratitude to your husband. Enjoy your evening.

I have to say hi to my friends.

Well, hello.

- Do me a favor, let me pass. - It turned out so luckily in the end.

New life, new husband. You don't have to thank me.

One day, I'll hire the most unprofessional assassin

who's gonna be killing you in a slow and stupid way.

- Huh? - One day.

I'm scared.

Dance for me.

Come on.

Wonderful night.

Do you like everything?

Splendid. Like a high school party.

The performance is about to start.

If you want to have a rest.

The VIP room.

This is my present.

Specially for you.

- I hope it's not for my expense. - You think ill of me.

I got it from my film's... budget.

A little bit.

Brave.

Generous.

- I don't like it in here. - Really?

- I don't. - Just relax. Let's go drink.

I'm relaxed. It doesn't work on me. Drink alone!

Please, girl. You're the most beautiful among smart ones here.

- Let's party hard. - What a straight flattery.

This is absolutely true.

- Come, I'll show you something. - What can you show me?

Come on, doll!

Knock this bulls*** off. Let's get down to business.

Enough of entertaining.

Water, please.

What?

What is it?

Just wash it down.

Are you sure?

And now... the best part begins.

Sweetie...

I think I'm ready.

The atmosphere is so hot in here.

- Are you ready for the deal? - Yes.

- We can make it right now. - Yeah?

- I think those girls won't reject you. - You little b****.

You know how to get what you want.

Once, I'll make my ship sail into your harbor.

Marina.

- Where's everything bright and wild? - You're bright and wild.

- Don't you enjoy dancing? - We can dance anywhere.

Why are you so hot?

I'm bright and wild! I want some extreme stuff.

- Are you having fun? - Me?

- I am. - Good for you.

I need you to talk to Lyudmila Petrovna. But on your own accord, so to say.

Why me? Go and talk to her on your own.

- She won't talk to me. - What can I do about it?

If only someone could softly prompt her to a certain decision,

it would be wonderful. I'd do the rest.

A one time gig.

For a generous fee. I'm kind tonight.

Kind? Screw you.

Nice suit.

I don't think you want everyone to know about your dirty little secret.

And Lyudmila Petrovna especially. Am I right?

- Well? - I want my share. - Fair enough.

I always knew you were a smart guy. Enjoy your evening.

Dear Karina...

we're having a dancing party, not a singing one. Right?

Go on working. Good boy.

When the cat's away, the mice will play.

Can you visit such events now?

Won't your diamond heart get jealous?

It's like an alumni meet.

We run across each other suspiciously often.

How are you doing?

It's nice to hear you're still interested in it.

Have you got problems?

Do you need help?

If you're ready to become my child's father, help me then.

I'm afraid...

we won't get Hamid's blessing.

It was a joke.

You should have kids by your beloved one.

I agree with you on that.

I was glad to see you.

As for the rest, you can count on me.

Easy.

F*** up, but not broken.

It's okay.

We'll get money for the film somehow.

But my...

sex life is a disaster.

Do you know what Kostya said to me?

He says,

"You know, uncle Darius, you would make a great father."

Me and kids? No way.

No way. Right.

That b**** hit me right into my heart.

The only thing I regret

about my f**** life is that I don't have kids and hardly ever will.

What about you, by the way?

Why don't you have kids?

You've got a very...

hot male now.

You can have a whole brood by such one.

Why not? Then you could send one to me.

To bring them up.

Uncle Darius won't let you down.

I'll make the one a rock star.

So?

We can't get one yet.

Why the f*** is that?

I seem to be okay.

If you're okay, perhaps, he's not? I don't wanna insult or something, just...

Maybe his tadpoles are...

- lost and lazy? - Look, sometimes I think...

if I should take a good compensation after divorce and...

enjoy myself?

No.

You'll only be able to enjoy yourself on the Other Side.

You can't live without fighting.

You're a warrior. Yeah.

No.

We're not working.

We're resting.

Today is my day. Have a rest.

How much longer?

Come on, go change. You look like...

you're from Easter Island. My old friend and I...

are chatting.

The Nostalgia club is not the same anymore.

Did you hear that?

Go, boor.

Another son of mine.

He's a talented son of a b****.

I'm so tired of fighting.

I've lived my whole life with my butt clenched.

First, I tried to leave my Hicksville, then Phil, then Pasha.

I've finally relaxed, and here I am.

I see.

You can't really loosen your buttocks here.

But you're not the only one.

Who keeps climbing up and up again.

And you spend your whole life climbing.

They said it would be honey there, but you get out and only see the same crap.

But your life has passed by like a train.

And you can't use the emergency brake, but sometimes you want it so f**** much.

Look, get a baby, babe.

While on peak.

Take the life by the horns.

You're surely beautiful.

You're smart, talented and a singer, but...

there are bunch of...

seagulls around, and you know it.

It's like...

a damn Rublyovka's branch office here.

The same face in a different place.

I'm telling this as a friend.

Well, it was quite something.

Just like Demi Moore

in 1995.

What do you drink? Champagne?

Thank you.

Champagne and vodka.

I'll have a cold one.

It's not 3.68, of course, but...

Shall we go beat the record?

We need a rest after such a thing.

So what about the Fichin?

To the birthday girl.

Did you sleep with Alyaev too?

No, I like you better.

Fine, little witch.

I like you too.

I'm buying! But I count on regular lectures in return.

On art. The way you do it.

- Excuse me for a moment. - Sure.

Oh, boy! I'm so clumsy. I'm sorry.

No worries. I'm glad to help.

You've got such an interesting accent! Where are you from?

- From Turkey. - I just love Turkish series.

- Is Mr Abbs here too? - Are you acquainted with Mr Abbs?

Of course not. But I'd love to be.

I'm afraid he's not interested in you as much as I'm interested in you.

I see. Is he not interested in art either?

I have something to show to Mr Abbs.

And something for you.

Let's go.

- Is everything okay? - More than okay. - Great.

Bulavkin turned out to be a greedy client.

He's an ex warrant officer who got lucky with the marriage.

Where's my glass?

I want a glass.

What are you celebrating? Go on working, girl.

- Why is that? I'm not a sugar baby. - What are you? A gallerist?

This is a part of your job, dear.

Don't make me remind you this all the time.

Until I get a payment notification, you're a sugar baby.

You're beautiful.

Through extreme dangers and countless obstacles.

I understand why you did that.

One clumsy move...

and your whole life goes downhill.

I'm glad to see you, Gleb.

How can one get freedom

when the one can't overcome one's fear?

Don't regret it, let it go.

Only the one who controls oneself is free.

This is just our choice.

Will you go with me?

Where to?

The world is big.

- I can't. - But I can...

give you freedom. If it's what you want. Just call.

It was interesting.

You have such heavy and fatal eyes.

Your lower lip is weird.

- Do you have to bite? - You're not good at complimenting either.

I've found a loophole.

If you prove that Chistyakov died a natural death, the inheritance is yours.

Really?

Thank you.

There will be no gratitude as I see, huh?

- Talk to me. - Back off!

Here you are, honey. Thank God. Let's go.

I'm not going anywhere.

I hate you!

- Look at me. - YOU did it, girl!

What do I do now? Look at me. Everything's fine.

- Look at me. Look at me. - Look at me!

- What are you doing? - I'm hot.

- Calm down. - I'm hot.

- Look at yourself! - What do you want?

I want nothing from you.

You all want something from me.

- Pull yourself together. - You all want something from me!

Come with me! Stand up. Focus.

Mila!

Stay here then! Do you wanna stay here?

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

I'm so tired.

What's wrong with you?

What is it, Katya?

Are you feeling run-down?

Come on, sweetheart.

There, there. Don't cry.

Well, he's dead, you can't do anything about it.

Can you hear me, sweetheart? Katya?

God, what an awful life we're living!

There, there. I'm sorry for shouting at you.

Get up. Let's go, sweetie.

You're my sweet one.

Let's go. Easy, hold my hands. Don't worry.

Don't worry. It's okay. Look at me.

You're so beautiful.

Happy Birthday.

This one.

And this one.

Congrats.

Is everyone ready, guys?

We begin, we begin, we begin.

F***, I told you a hundred times: no software when working with me!

Begin!

F***.

Play number 15. Play it.

Start pulling out the lights a bit! F***!

Gradually. Pull them out gradually.

Play the track. Play it!

Move the spotlights constantly.

F***! Wake up, I'm talking to you!

Feel it, feel it. Right, good.

It's getting hot in here.

- Too much smoke. F***! - Too much smoke.

Tell the pyrotechnics it's too much smoke! Tell them to make it go away.

This is real art.

F**** awesome!

She's coming.

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday, Ilona.

Happy Birthday to you.

Your singing was lame. It wasn't cheerful.