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PRESENTS

A COSMOS STUDIO PRODUCTION

WRITTEN BY
ARIF ALIEV

DIRECTED BY
DMITRIY IOSIFOV

CAMERA DIRECTOR
MAXIM SHINKORENKO

ART DIRECTOR
SERGEY VOROBIEV

MAKEUP ARTIST - ARTEM DEMIDOV,
COSTUME DESIGNER - SVETLANA MOSKVINA

MUSIC BY - NIKOLAY ROSTOV
CASTING DIRECTOR - VALERIA GANKINA

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - SERGEY KOZIN
POST-PRODUCTION BY NONNA ARISTARKHOVA

SOUND PRODUCERS
VLADIMIR LITROVNIK, ANNA IVANTSOVA

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS
LILIA CHEKSTER, SYUZANNA MUAZEN

ASSOCIATE PRODUCER
ANASTASIA KORETSKAYA

LEAD PRODUCER - DMITRIY GOLUBICHNY

PRODUCERS - ALEXANDER AKOPOV,
ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY, NATALIA SHNEIDOROVA

IN REMEMBRANCE OF EXECUTIVE PRODUCER
ALEXEI KUBLITSKY

PAVEL PETROVICH - PAVEL TABAKOV
NIKITA PANIN - SERGEY KOLTAKOV

YEMELYAN PUGACHEV - ARTUR IVANOV
PRINCESS TARAKANOVA - ANGELINA STRECHINA

STEPAN SHESHKOVSKY - MIKHAIL GOREVOY
ALEXEI ORLOV - ARTEM ALEXEEV

ANDREY RAZUMOVSKY - ALEXANDER TKACHEV
NATALIA ALEXEIEVNA - ALINA TOMNIKOV

GRIGORY POTEMKIN - VLADIMIR YAGLICH
GAVRIIL DERZHAVIN - DANILA DUNAEV

EKATERINA NELIDOVA - DIANA MILYUTINA
LEFEBVRE - IGOR GRABUZOV

KAZIMIERZ OGIŃSKI - ARTEM KRETOV
MICHAŁ OGIŃSKI - DANIIL SLUTSKI

MARIA KAROLINA - OLGA MAKEEVA
FERDINAND - SERGEY TESSLER

DENIS FONVIZIN - KUZMA SAPRYKIN
ADAM OLSUFIEV - STANISLAV STRELKOV

EKATERINA THE GREAT
MARINA ALEKSANDROVA

EKATERINA: PRETENDERS

ST. PETERSBURG
March 1774

Gentlemen...

I must apologise for concealing
this document from you.

But God knows... I thought
it wasn’t the right time yet.

Now I see I was wrong.
Please forgive me for my mistake.

This is that very Manifesto
I told you about.

Written by me in the hope of
greatness and prosperity of Russia.

Read it, Pavel Petrovich.
Because it’s you and only you...

the true and lawful
Russian Emperor to be.

VENICE
THE CAPITAL OF THE REPUBLIC OF VENICE

Voila! I turn my back and you are gone.

Leaving me nothing, but
this snuffbox as a symbol of solitude.

Thank you, monsieur Wallace.
I felt sick and decided to go home.

I must have left it in a hurry.

But still... Why were you
looking at me like that?

That was some gaze...
Unforgettable.

I don’t know.
Maybe it’s because of...

this Julius Caesar profile of yours.
I don’t know.

Or because of your lionhead saber.

By the way, it’s a present
from the East India Company.

- I am a shareholder.
- Really?

Yes. I own 5 vessels
that ship tea from India.

30,000 guineas a year. But enough
about me. How did you get here?

I heard you’re from Bohemia?

It's because of the peasant revolt.

Several castles were burnt.
My father was wounded.

He died last month.

My brother Tomasz is in Rome
and he doesn’t answer my letters.

I spent my last money to come here.
I am sorry...

I’m so foolish...

I’m not even sure if I have enough
money to have dinner tomorrow.

- I am so sorry.
- Oh my God...

You are so lonely, so scared,
you are all alone in this city.

But never doubt, you’ve got
someone to take care of you,

someone to stand up for you,
mademoiselle.

- Mademoiselle...
- Monsieur Wallace, you should go.

In all sincerity, mademoiselle.

Come tomorrow, at 7.
I will be glad to see you.

Tomorrow. Good.

Mademoiselle.

For you to have dinner tomorrow.
Don’t even say anything.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you tomorrow.

The door.

Holy Mother, what a humiliation!
I hope it was not in vain, Your Highness.

Englishmen are misers.
There must be a handful of coppers.

There’s more than one dinner.

So... This is two months’ rent.

This is for meat and vegetables,

this is for candles
and this is for clothes.

- And also for paper and quills.
- It’s not an office.

But if a lady has only one dress,
it's suspicious.

I need a proper look
for the audience in the Doge's Palace.

We’ve been waiting for 2 months,
they just forgot about us.

Cheer up, fortune smiled on us.

Your Highness, if you'll excuse me,
this haggler looks dangerous to me.

My dear pan Michał, every woman
has a trick or two to ward off a man.

Do you like me, pan Kazimierz?

And the main addition:

to restore the Manifesto
on Freedoms of the Nobility,

now temporarily suspended. Though
temporary always tends to be lasting.

Then we gradually begin
to free the serfs.

This will lead
to a reasonable relationship

between nobility and the people,
and form a fairer society.

Denis Ivanovich,
may I ask you a question?

- How many serfs do you have?
- None.

And no land.
I may inherit from my parents,

but it doesn’t mean
waiting for their death.

Just as I thought - no land, no peasants.

- You can’t understand landlords.
- And I’m not going to.

The current state is
against the progress.

It needs to be changed.

I fully support Denis Ivanovich.

I’ve got an estate near Vitebsk
with 1,200 serfs.

Not the best soil
but still better than here.

You know these Russian loams...
I hardly ever go there.

So I thought, why not
give it to you?

Thank you, Nikita Ivanovich.
However, I can’t take it.

- Why so?
- When I was young I made a resolution.

"I will never constrain anyone

and never live on labor
of others even in dire need".

Good, you’ll know from experience
if you’re able to coexist with peasants

and make it reasonable, healthy,
mutually beneficial.

Or you'll go broke and peasants
will curse you for the rest of your life.

Have you ever thought who are
all those beggars on the roads?

- There are many of them.
- Who?

These very runaway peasants
from ruined estates. That's that.

Nikita Ivanovich, I think
we shouldn’t speak Russian.

Are you concerned about Vlas?
No, he is my man.

I got him out of the torture
chamber. He owes me.

We can ask him, by the way.

Vlas, tell me, what happens
if peasants are made free?

Your Excellency...
With land or without?

- No fool. Right to the point.
- As a first step...

- Without land.
- Yes.

Nothing good.
Is it freedom without any land?

All the same: working for someone,
giving out all you earned.

Then what should be done
to do right for everybody?

Nikita Ivanovich...
Should I speak the truth?

- It’s my order: speak the truth.
- Well...

To divide the land justly so that
everyone would be his own man.

- Wait... how would the noble manage?
- Why on earth would we need them?

Why? To protect you
if God forbid there’s a war!

I heard they’re going to be released
from service, what are they for then?

Who needs change?
All they want is to stay

as they are and to hear
kind words to them.

Everyone wants
to get something for nothing.

You see, Nikita Ivanovich, he
even says there’s no need for us.

I wouldn’t laugh if I were you.

You know nothing about common people.
How would you explain to them

if they are right or wrong? No way.

Just wait, I’ll show you... Voltairian.

Nikita Ivanovich,
you said: "Tell the truth".

- What are you reading?
- Just a trifle.

- It won’t be interesting to you.
- You think that low of me.

It’s a pity. I’ve got a present for you.

What present?

What is it?

A tenner with Peter III. I know they
minted these within his 6 months’ reign,

but I never saw any myself.
- Your mother withdrew all of them.

I got to find one. Now it’s yours.

Thank you.

- I see you’re upset about something.
- She’ll take our children from us.

She thinks she has a right to do it
since she was treated the same way.

These are mere words.

We don't know what's going to happen.

Pavel Petrovich, out of all people, you
should know that it’ll be that way.

She keeps your little Semion with her
because he is Romanov by blood.

While her own son
is sent off to Europe,

for he’s got no Romanov blood.

You are just an embarrassing failure.
Her grandson will be a crown prince,

and you’ll get an honorary post of
Governor-General of Siberia.

- Why do you think I’d accept it?
- Then you’ll get lost too.

- Looks like Freidrich.
- Whom Peter III admired so much.

What’s wrong with
admiring a worthy man?

He made an army that
any ruler can only dream about.

- He is an ideal ruler.
- There is no such thing.

He’s got a brilliant mind, I can't argue,
but his writing is awful.

I beg your pardon,
but how do you know his writing?

- From his letters, where else?
- Do you correspond with Freidrich?

- Yes, does that surprise you?
- It does, I must admit.

You mean, a woman isn’t clever enough
to be in such correspondence?

Not at all, I didn’t mean it.

- So, what is it you're discussing?
- Goethe, new operas.

I ask his advice on how an inexperienced
foreigner should behave at Court.

Why didn't you say anything? Don’t you
understand it’s high treason?

I know you won’t tell anyone.
You are my husband, I trust you.

Good, I promise not to, but...

on one condition: you let me
add a couple of lines to your letter.

- And I’ll ask for a favor in return.
- Anything you want.

Tell me about the fate of
Ivan Antonovich, son of Antony Ulrich

What’s wrong, Pavel Petrovich?

He was killed while trying to escape.
I’m not sure if he even tried to do it.

Please, never mention him
or his family.

His family?

Yes. Father, two brothers and
two sisters. All Romanovs by blood,

and none of them
will ever be out of the prison.

Pavel Petrovich!

I’ve got news for you.
We are leaving to join the army.

- You, Your Majesty?
- Yes, and maybe you, too.

I was advised to take General Admiral
Romanov with me and he’ll take his wife.

I’m ready. When are we leaving?

- In the near future.
- What do you think, Natalia?

Look at this perfect marriage:
first, he asks her opinion.

And his wife says: "The future Emperor
should take part in a battle".

Well, if Pavel Petrovich perishes
I’ll be the Empress.

It was a joke. And not a good one,
Your Majesty.

- You got that right.
- No one would wish that for Russia.

Besides, monarchs don’t perish
on the battlefields anymore.

Grigory Alexandrovich,
I made up my mind.

The Crown Prince isn't coming.
It’s too high a risk.

Still no news from your brother?

Yes, I worry about him.
He is so light-minded.

I think I should go to Rome with you.

- And I’ll pay for this trip.
- But it’s a great expense.

Don’t worry about it.

- Thank you.
- And now...

What’s that?

This thing is all the rage.

It’s opium.
We ship it from China.

It will help us to relax.

Does it stupefy?

Taste it. Just take it
with your lips and taste it.

Take it with your pretty lips.

Or you may let me
taste your pretty lips.

Monsieur Wallace! Michał!

- I like your pretty lips...
- What the hell?

Monsieur, stop it! Damn you!

You've raised a hand
on a noble, dirt-born!

Come here, you brat!

Calm down, calm down.
So, you are swindlers.

You are not lackeys, and you are
hardly an orphan from Bohemia.

Get out!

Yes, I will, straight to the police.

- And tonight you’ll be imprisoned.
- You don’t need to go.

Wait. We’ll find some way to negotiate.

Give me back my money.

All of my money.

- A part of it is already spent.
- Take this off!

Take it off! And you -
put this away! Quick!

Give it to me. Come on!

Give it to me, you nasty woman!

Pavel Petrovich, Your Highness...

What a surprise! Again in this garden.
What can I do for you?

Your wife is looking for you. You left
without any word. She’s worried.

She’s waiting for me to obey.
Obey her, obey the mother...

- Soon all of Russia will obey only me.
- You must be waiting for that moment.

- You are wrong.
- You don’t want to be the Emperor?

My father was, and what happened to him?
I wish we had spent more time together.

- Hello.
- Hello to you, Pavel.

Look, Pavel, I have a present for you.
So, a solemn moment...

And... ta-da!

- This is for you.
- Thank you. You’re so nice.

I always waited for him to finish
his urgent matters and come to me.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say that.

But I noticed your sympathy for
Semion and Sofia Stepanovna.

You’ve got a kind heart.
I think you understand me.

- Pavel Petrovich, you are a good man.
- Others believe I’m weak-willed.

When I become the Emperor my first
decree will be the crowning of Peter III.

And I’ll make his murderer
carry his ashes

through the city
to the Peter and Paul Cathedral.

It will be the greatest funeral
ever seen.

You already know what
you’re going to do

when you become the Emperor.

- It means that you are not afraid.
- It’s you who encourages me.

I’m sure you have enough courage.
Excuse me, I have to go.

Tails...

Your Majesty, how long are we
going to run around the steppe?

They’re hunting us
like a pack of wolves.

Smashed us two days in a row,
what do we have tomorrow?

- None of your business.
- None of my business. I see.

- How can we know it?
- Who was hiding behind the Cossacks?

Don’t be upset, Your Majesty.

We lost only two units.
We’ll gather another four tomorrow.

- Your Majesty!
- Silence, I said!

- Speak.
- Good news, Your Majesty.

- General-in-chief Bibikov died.
- How?

- He’s not old. Was he killed?
- No, he wasn’t.

They say it was some illness.

Katya’s army has no commander now.

God helps us.
We're doing the right thing.

Enough rushing round the steppe.
It's time to turn around.

Now we’ll chase them as they
chased us. And without this viper

we’ll crush them soon.

Your Majesty, you kiss her,
you marry her. It’s my daughter.

Ustinya... That child has grown.

I can’t, I’m married.
Wait till I deal with the German lady.

Then we’ll see.

Not your lucky day, Kuznetsov.

Just imagine: he shows
a wound on his neck

and says they cut him, but left alive.

He asks everyone to touch it.
Hilarious, isn’t it?

We said nothing about
another pretender. A real one.

What about him? Bibikov beat him,
broke the siege of Orenburg.

- It’s over.
- No, it’s not.

As long as he's free,
he can gather a new army,

and we're right back at war.

I failed.

- Four times in a row.
- I’ll try once more.

Mother, you’re not ready to go
to the South, to the army all the more.

In St. Petersburg you’ll be safe,
both you and the throne.

- Stay here.
- Why are you saying this now?

Dear brother!

Her Majesty left the capital
with Potyomkin and headed south.

She wanted me to get in touch
with Count Shuvalov.

She’s concerned about his
affair with the pretender.

So I want to remind you that he
used to be a friend of ours as well.

Get ready,
we’ll meet soon in St. Petersburg.

Your Majesty,
we did as you asked.

Only the closest know
of your departure.

- Modest, quiet farewell ceremony.
- You did everything right.

- Where is Pavel Petrovich?
- We were together, in his office.

- Something must've delayed him.
- Well, I’m good at waiting.

Pavel Petrovich, I beg you
to be extremely cautious.

Why so? Why is she leaving
and I am staying?

This needs to be changed.
I’ll take a risk to talk to her.

Kazan will fall soon,
but she’s waiting

for the state affairs
to take care of themselves.

What if we don’t ask her?

What if we start acting
without regard for her?

Maybe it’s time to act independently
and stop being constantly scared?

I’ll tell you a secret.
I invited my brother.

He's coming to St. Petersburg incognito.

I’d like to introduce him to you.

Then three of us
will discuss the project,

that will help to restore the fair
succession to the throne, you see?

- Nikita Ivanovich, is it a conspiracy?
- No at all, Pavel Petrovich.

I am not going to do anything without
your consent and your involvement.

But please remember: you are a
Romanov and your mother is not.

She had to hand over the throne to you
long ago, and by dragging it out

...she’s depriving you
of the time of your reign.

Russia is waiting for you.

You are the only legal heir,
and you’ll be its best ruler.

Godspeed.

Your Majesty, everything’s ready
for your departure.

Your Majesty,
shall I go and hurry him?

There’s no need. Let’s go.

Your Majesty!

Pavel Petrovich!

I want to hug you for the road.
It’s going to be a long time.

I want you and Natalia Alexeievna
to conceive a child upon my return.

- I will do my very best.
- I know, otherwise, I wouldn't leave.

I trust my only heir.

Keep an eye on him.

I think it’s time we part.

Our plans looked promising,

but Lefebvre seems to have little
influence and Doges just ignore us.

Breaking news!
The King of France is dead!

Breaking news! Death of the
King of France, Louis the Beloved,

who ruled the greatest empire
in the world for 60 years.

He was infected with smallpox
by a street whore,

brought to him by Madame du Barry.
Countess du Barry is imprisoned.

The night his predecessor died
the new king called the Council,

There was minister
Maurepas, Malesherbes,

viscount Lefebvre.

If our Lefebvre is in favor,

maybe things have changed for us
but we don’t know about it yet.

- I would like to believe it.
- To victory over Russia!

How can I drink to victory
over Russia, if I am its future empress?

- Then to...
- Then to friendship.

And to a lasting alliance
between Russia and Poland.

Are you upset
that you couldn't go?

I’m upset by the way I knew about it.

Why ask my opinion if she
decides where and when I should be?

Talking of free mind, corresponding
with Voltaire - it’s worth nothing.

Pavel Petrovich, you’d better stop.

Count Razumovsky asks
to spare him some time.

He is most welcome, call him in. We’ll
have a friendly chat, if you don’t mind.

Andrey Kirillovich,
welcome to the table.

Don’t listen to my wife,
if you are not hungry, of course.

Thank you, I’m not hungry.

It’s been long since
we talked heart-to-heart.

Bon appétit. Please, follow me.

Is it a large sum?

Enormous. That’s why
I came to ask for your help.

I’ll help you, but it will take
a month or two to get this sum.

I’m afraid, I’ll need it earlier.

They won’t grant me a delay and
loan sharks won’t lend me on my honor.

What nonsense!
You are a man of honor,

they should trust your noble birth.

I’ll go with you. Your debt
is now secured by my name.

I am grateful for that impulse,
but think how it would look.

The Crown Prince
visiting loan sharks...

You will compromise yourself.

Yes, you’re right.
But I still don’t see why

they don’t let me meet
common people.

Sooner or later I will rule this country.

I need to know
the sentiment of my subjects.

You will get this chance.
Let’s instead talk about you.

Natalia is great.
I am very happy with her.

I can't believe I wanted to marry Sophia.
If not for my mother I would do it.

I’m sure you’d change your mind.
Marrying a divorced woman isn’t worth

a throne that you would lose.
- Peter I married a divorced sutler.

Their daughter launched a coup and
took the throne. Let alone my mother.

As soon as I took the throne
I would legalize my marriage to Sofia.

- But now you’re with Natalia Alexeievna.
- And I am very happy, to be honest.

Does she feel more at home?

First I thought she was a prude.
But now...

Sometimes she has desires
that I can’t fulfill.

- You’re lucky to have this passion.
- Passion is always followed by jealousy.

And I am incredibly jealous.

As much as to spy on her?

No. I promised myself not to do it.

What about you, Andrey,
why are you still single?

- I can hardly imagine myself married.
- Haven't you ever had real feelings?

She is married, which makes
our relationship impossible.

I fully agree with you.

Adultery is disgraceful.

I’m glad that you share my views.
It is very noble.

Are you glad to see me?

- There’s nobody here.
- We need to talk.

- The situation is getting worse.
- You told him about us...

Of course I didn’t.

But he sincerely believes that
I am his friend. And he loves you.

Our relationship is ruinous.
I must end it immediately.

You scoundrel! Don't you dare!

Natalia Alexeievna, this isn't like you.

I am sorry. Sorry...

Forget it. And I will forget your words.

- It's going to be the same as before.
- No. It's not.

Come back! Come back right now!

My lovely Viola!

I find no way to overcome the hardship
of our parting, but to be blunt.

Have pity on me, grant me just one
meeting away from prying eyes.

If you don’t know any places where
we could have some privacy,

I could suggest my brother’s house.
He’s away now, so no one will disturb us.

Only your consent can save me:
if I don’t see your face soon, I’ll die.

Andrey Razumovsky

Your Highness, wake up.

I’m not sleeping, Michał.

- I’m sorry, I’ll come later.
- No, please stay.

- Is it something important?
- Monsieur Lefebvre is here.

- With good news?
- With a full purse.

Hello, new day!

It’s so nice to have so
many men around with money.

You see, my young friend, how it goes.

One day there’s nobody, and another day
there’s a queue at my door.

Fate is fickle.

And now it looks like
we are riding the tide.

Well, not bad for poor refugees...

Quite a place. Simple and yet tasteful.

Taste is something that no hardships
can take away from you.

I heard about your hardships.
But do not worry.

Now you are under the protection
of the French Crown. Though yet tacitly.

What do you mean - tacitly?

The French Crown isn't ready to support
you officially. We need the right moment.

Excuse me, my dear viscount,
what does it change in our situation?

First of all - this.

The French Crown is ready
to support you with money.

Secretly, through me.

It’s not time to return to France,
but the prospects are most pleasant.

I’m leaving soon, I need to talk to Doges
about you and settle some things.

Then I'll go to Paris and try to arrange
more significant support for you.

- How can we help you?
- Talking business, I like it.

You need to write two letters.
One to the king Louis XVI,

from the lawful heiress to the
Romanovs, asking for support.

And another to the
Empress Ekaterina,

with hopeful anticipation of meeting
described with exquisite phrasing.

I think it’s time to commission
your ceremonial portrait.

You should announce yourself
to the world.

And the world should know
what you look like.

- What can I do for you?
- I want you to give up Viola Yelagina.

She showed me your letter.

I know about your debts and I ask you
as a man of honor to leave her alone.

I have the right to do
whatever I think is necessary.

I will accept it,
but I must hear it from her.

I don’t see why I should do
what you ask me to- what’s your name?

Ekaterina Nelidova. Don’t pretend
you don’t know who I am.

I am the maid of honor
of Her Highness Natalia Alexeievna

and I can tell her what you're up to.

I kindly ask you,
my dear lady-in-waiting,

not to be so nosy.

This conversation is over.

- Natalia Alexeievna?
- It’s you? Come in, my dear.

You are so pale!
Come closer, don’t be afraid.

You are in the Winter Palace now.
You must always be beautiful.

Andrey Kirillovich passed a note
to Viola. He asks her for a date.

- What does she say?
- She says she’s in love.

She’s coming tonight
to Pyotr Razumovsky’s house.

Bastard... How dare he!

Bring me paper and
quill, quick! Damn...

- Is it for him?
- It is not for Andrey.

Give this letter to Yelagin. Let him
ask Andrey what made him...

ask a young lady on a date
behind her father's back.

Is it clear?

Tell your father that I’ll be glad
to see him at the wedding.

I’ve got a great plan that might use
his connections in European lodges.

Of course, Ivan Perfilyevich.
He’ll be very glad to see you.

Anatoly, I’m afraid our plan is at risk.

Let’s go.

Open up! Open up!

What are you doing, gentlemen?
Who are you?

- The masters are not at home.
- Where are they?

They left... Wait, what are you doing?
Gentlemen!

Your Excellency, Anatole...

You could've knocked,
we'd open the door.

Father, I beg you.
We were just talking...

I know these talks.
First you talk then babies are born.

- You owe me an explanation.
- I don’t owe you anything.

- She is still a free woman.
- She’s got a father and a fiancé.

Imposed against her will.

- Easy, easy...
- Stop your empty talk, Andrey.

You infringed on the honor of my bride.
There is only one way out.

Come on, Anatole.
Name the time and place.

My second man will inform you.

- You can choose the weapon.
- Good. Pistols.

- No, no, what are you doing?
- Easy, easy!

I am calling for the
seconds right now.

We’ll shoot at the
length of 10 steps.

- That'll be your death.
- Gentlemen, I beg you to make peace.

Viola Ivanovna, as your future husband

I ask you not to interfere
in this matter.

- Father, please...
- Anatole, wait for us in the carriage.

For Christ’s sake, stop this massacre.

I don’t want to marry Gartenberg,
I love Count Andrey.

Childish whims! How can you
turn down a baron of an old family...

for this rogue?
- It isn’t about money.

It is!

Good, if it really is,
Andrey Kirillovich...

is not so noble but,
he is a chamberlain,

he can have
a brilliant career.

He’s showing some
other abilities so far.

You blame me for thinking about money,
but I’m thinking about you, my child.

Imagine your life with this idler.
You’ll be unhappy, I’ll be unhappy,

- Meanwhile Anatole...
- Meanwhile Anatole will kill Andrey.

Do you really think it will
make all of us happy?