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MOSCOW 1956

- Well, Semyon, have you
earned at least something?

-... And the young commander
was carried with a broken head.

- Hello! Can you hear me?

- And here is your competitor! Blind.
- You all the same, Borka, crafty

still the one! My legs won't grow,
and you are fooling the people!

- The legs will not grow and
the mind will not increase!

- Do you work for pity?
- We all work for pity.

And your fucking artel...

Get out of bed!
Semyon... Pour the beer.

- Oh you! What is
this beauty doing here?

- I pour beer to the guests of the capital.

- Ah, beer! ..
And pour me some vodka, dear.
- Wait!

- That's it.

- Thank you.

- Darling, don't you see the edges?
Lei, don't be sorry.

Here.

Keep the change.

Happen, uncle.

So, where to settle down
in the fabulous capital, eh?

Perhaps here.
- Seagull, please.

- "So," said the poor man.
Isn't it the same?

- Wait! Will he not smoke?
- I don’t smoke.

- Wait, I... know you.

- And I - no, uncle.

- Police!

- No time...

72 HOURS

- Comrade Kalenov?
- I.

- Come on in.

Have a seat.

- Are you tired, Major?

- My name is Vera Yurievna, although
you can call me Comrade Koval.

You claim that a war criminal
was detained at the Paveletsky
railway station in Moscow,

who has been wanted
since November 1944,

Dmitry Ivanovich Pronin, who
during the years of the
occupation of the city of Stavrov

German invaders during
the Great Patriotic War

was the head of the police department.
And with his participation

hundreds of civilians were killed,
as well as the youth Stavrovskoe

underground. So?
- I approve.

- On what basis?
- Based...

visual memory!
- We have 72 hours with you,

to confirm or deny
your allegations.

- And then what if there is
not enough time to confirm?

- And then you know better than me.

You worked in the authorities.
- I made inquiries.

- Why did you quit?

- What time is it now?
- Five to nine.

- Now the time is running!

And you spend it on me!
- So, you claim

what...
- Yes, you yourself

you say there is no time! You
still recite the Old Testament to me!

Flies will die of boredom in
flight. Your time is down the drain!

I caught a traitor! I ran
after him for 10 years!

10!
- Quiet!

I hate it when they scream.

According to his passport, he
is Bykov Alexander Ivanovich.

- You check this passport. At any
bazaar, you get any Freemason for 7-8

hundreds of minced meat will draw this!
He is the executioner, Major. Executioner!

Any dog knows him in Stavrov. And
those who remained alive remember!

- Did you meet with
Bykov during the war?

- I...

... I met with Pronin before the war.

- Look, look.

Well, kid...

Andrey, go help me!
- And what's in there?

- Remove the icons.

- Vanya! Vanya, dear...

- Go!
- And where does this come from

do you have a bourgeois organ?
- I traded it with a German.
I give him a poultry house

did, and he gave me this thing.

- It is clear, I was in captivity. So a spy.
- Why are you breaching?
You are not the boss

to face it!

- What is that?
- Evidence of espionage

in favour of German intelligence
during the imperialist war.

- I'm asking about the gramophone!
What's this?
- Oh, this? Well... they won't get poorer.

- "So" - said the poor
man, cried and left?

- Set aside, Safronov. Once and forever!
- That's all they found. And the sabres

there is no silver one about
which the signal was.
- There was no sabre. I had

trophy, in the 18th year I sold. And
the sabre is steel, do you understand?

Her head will be flogged, and the silver
will become blunt, do you understand ?

I work day and night, you come
and take everything away!
I'm working hard again! ..

- Let's go.
- Okay to whine you,

enough! I am a serviceman,
I was ordered to do it!

Here it is written: he was
conducting religious propaganda!

- Yes, what! .. Listen to me! I taught
children to pray that the name of Christ

did not forget! I did it at home!
My home is my castle! I have a right!

- And then your children will carry your
father's teaching? And where is the silver?

- I didn't think that someday
I would say these words to
someone. I'll tell you, bastard.

- Quiet, quiet.
- I curse you.

Your whole race is filthy, your
seed is rotten. Until the last knee

curse, do you hear?
- Come on, Ivan, play Vanka!

You yourself know: to each - according
to his faith. And I'm your priest's

I don't listen to nonsense.
- Yes, I love you! ..

- Help.
- You will answer!

And in the next world you will
answer, you bastard! And you will
answer to this! Do you hear, Kalenov?

- Hands!
- Close.

- You mean that 20 years ago
you caught a glimpse of a boy,

almost a teenager who is now
suspected of being a war criminal?

Have you met him yet?

- Yes. Stavrovo is a small town;
sometime somebody sees everyone.

And this was a very inconspicuous jerk!
I didn't pay attention to him at all.

- And during the war?

- I... commanded a partisan
detachment. And this... bitch

became a big
boss of the Fritzes.

There was a kid, but a fierce one - oh! ..
He put my entire cell underground.

And these are children!
They all studied at the same school!

And this one with them!

He is it, Major. I swear to God.

- Do you believe in God?

- Hmm...

- We are preparing money for travel!
- Wait. Stalinist comes

secretary...
- Shut up!

- Money for travel! ..
- Poskrebyshev?

- Exactly! And he says: "Comrade
Stalin, Rokossovsky's immoral lifestyle

leads. Has a wife and mistress.
What are we going to do?
- "To envy."

- Drink vodka in my carriage, right?
Telling political jokes?

Stalin is not on you! We
must put you all against the wall!

- And Comrade Khrushchev allowed
us everything. Your wall is over.

- And Khrushchev will pay for
travel too? Prepare the money!

- In stuck!

- Do two!

Do three!

Do four!

Do five!

Do six!

Do seven!

- What is this, Mitka Pronin?
- Yes, he is already in his first year.

- Do eight!

- How matured!

- Allow me?
- Girls, well done! We scattered.

- Guys, wait. Stop clapping.
Today in front of us agreed

speak...

- Shura, it seems,
is the head teacher daughter?
- Yes.

- Wow, how you... grew up.
- Thank you.

- Maybe we can take a walk tonight?

-... Comrade Kalenov.
Let's welcome him!

Please, Boris Andreevich.
- Thank you.

Guys, it's not a secret for any of you
that our country is surrounded by a ring

capitalist states. The
imperialists don't sleep

but we, as they say, are not asleep.
And recently, the Red Army has

significant advances
in military training.

- I have a question.
- Shvetsov, sit down.

- Well, let the kid say.
- Can?

- Sure.
- Come on!

- Comrade captain, we have
reduced the number of hours for military

preparation. Why don't you know?
- Maybe they taught better?

- And how can you become
a real Voroshilov shooter,

if the shooting conditions
are easier than last year?

- What a terrible you have!
- Such.

- And the rate of cartridges has become
less. How can young guys learn to shoot?

- Well, have you learned?
- I learned.

And the guys with a class
younger are already smearing.
- That's a shooter, eh!

But we must take into account
that we have remarkable indicators

inspector firing. Or not?

Guys, I want to draw your attention
to the fact that while we have such

caring guys and girls...

we are not afraid of any enemy.
Listen to yourself...

- Well, Lace!
- Don't call me Shoelace!

- Can you behave yourself?
- We can.

Sorry, don't be offended.
- Sure!

- Be ready to fight for the
cause of Lenin and Stalin!

Always ready!

- Well, hurray, or what?

Hurray!

- Comrade, comrade! Comrade,
what's the matter with you?

- Where are we?
- We have already arrived at the depot.

Come out, get up!

- Thy mother, elit power!

- Let’s be more fun, otherwise
we will take pictures all day.

- Maybe we are together later?

- Even though you behave
normally! Elizaveta Petrovna...

Everyone, guys, everyone is
smiling and looking into the lens.

- Mitya! Come to us.

- Come on guys!

- We all smile!

A bird will fly out now!

- Managed!

- Come to my house, bring a
toothbrush, powder, two clean

shirts. Found in the
top drawer of the dresser.

And quickly.
- Good.

- We are here for a long time.

Alexander Ivanovich, do you
understand why you are here?

- Sure! Some madman
stuck to me at the station

went to physics, broke glasses...

Broken nose.

- For the next 72 hours, you are
considered detained on suspicion

in cooperation with the
enemy in the occupied territory.

- How? I wonder...
- If it turns out that you are not involved

to atrocious crimes, you
will be immediately released.

Yes, I apologise in advance
for the inconvenience.

- I warn you in advance,
I will not say thank you.

By the way, I was
going to the sanatorium.

- Yes, the sanatorium
is good. Stavrovo.

- What?
- The city of Stavrovo.
Have you been to it?

- Listen, Citizen
Comrade Major, in fact...

not 37 years in the yard to
grab people in broad daylight

without trial, without investigation.
- I explained to you

you are still only a detainee.
So what about the city of Stavrov?

Have you ever been?
- Not. Where is it?

- Chaps, don't run. Nikolai Vasilievich,
have you brought the paint?

- Yes, I brought it to the warehouse.
- Well.

Shura, where is Tonya?
- I do not know.

- Oh, he always doesn't know...
Chaps, come here.

Boris Andreevich, my favourite
issue. Students are handsome

technical institute.
- Hello. Boris Kalenov.

- Yegor Belov.
- Wow! Boris.

- Pronin!

- Do we know each other?
- Don't you remember?

"So...", - said the poor man,
cried and left.

You took my father away.
- Are you the son of Ivan Sergeevich?

- Come on, I'll show you the school.
We started such a repair, just...

I need your opinion.
- Let's go.

- Don't pay attention.
You know, young, impudent.

I am so grateful to you for coming.
Our guys are good.

Both athletic and active.
- Especially the one at the stadium.

- And Shvetsov, he is -
everything around him is seething.

- Hello! Elizaveta Petrovna
stop by for five minutes.

- I'll drop by. I will take the
guest to the classes and drop by.

- Thank you.

- Yes, you are not mistaken.
- This is a former priest.

- And an excellent bookkeeper. And
the fact that he was a priest, so what?

- Elizaveta Petrovna, I have
nothing against it, let a person work.

- Yes?
- Sure.

- Be careful, we have
repairs going on here after all.

You do not hold any grudge against
Pronin. You know, after that story

with his father, he could not get along
at school, so he became impudent.

- What about this shooter?
- Vasiliy?

- Vasiliy.
- Great hopes for this kid.

Hot but fair. Such,
you know, clean.

Oh! Shvetsov!

Boris Andreevich, sorry.

- Are you alone here? Where is
Samsonov? Where is everyone?
Who will make the wall newspaper?

- Samsonov takes photos.
Who else did you ask about?

- Where is Shvetsov?
- Let's go to?

- He promised to bring the guys.
Shvetsov, where are you? Shvetsov!

- Here we.
- Where are you walking? Where is everyone?

Where is Zina?
- Here am I.

- Good. You will write
the wall newspaper.

- Why me? Like what - at once Stupina.
- Zinochka, because you have the most

beautiful handwriting at school.
Tilt to the left.

And I don’t have to ask this question
any more. Shurochka, you can go

you have already finished school.
- No, I’m with all my people.

- Well, it’s like that with everyone.

- To the right, closer to the wall.

- Lieutenant, what is your name?
- Vorobyov Vyacheslav.

- Tell me, your boss, how
is she? Fine? Nothing?

- A great.
- Won't miss anything?

- What do you allow yourself!
You have been called - wait.

- All, do not boil.
She's just calm.

- Move away from the doors.
- Well yes.

Vera Yurievna!

- Ah? What? What happened?
I had such a good dream.

- There yesterday's
witness asks you.

- Oh, let him wait.

I will go to the experts to compare the
photographs of Bykov with this Pronin,

on the way, we'll talk
to this old organ grinder.

- Major, wait. Wait a minute.

I don’t know what’s in your
case, but I personally collected it.

There are few witnesses left.
Here is a list - only six people,

and the rest he killed. Take it.

- Answer me a simple
question if you can. As one man

could destroy such a strong
and trained organisation?

- Oh you...

you armchair worm.
He was not alone!

There were enough of them,
traitors! Why are you here...

- Have you calmed down?

Continue.

- We also had mistakes, but only
you with your papers in your office

do not understand.
You're sitting there! ..
- We'll figure it out.

- Major, he was worse than a beast.
- If you try again

press on the investigation,
you will find yourself in a cell.

We are on duty here and
we operate under protocol.

By the way, you were a witness in the

murder case of
Stavrov's underground.

- The witness is the one who saw.

And I am the one who is to blame.

- Samsonov, don't walk across the field.
- I'm trying for you.

- Let's pass! Throw-throw!

- And further!

- Nothing, nothing.
- Come on, our ball.

- Yes!
- What are you doing?

- Who do you think Shura
likes more - Vaska or Mitenka?

- Mitka has matured, right?
With charm guy. Shvetsov is good,

of course, but he is small.
- Nothing small, just for a year

younger than me.
- You are already a student,
and he is still a year old

to study at school.
- Finish, where to go.

- Indeed.
- Mitka is sullen.

- This is because Shurochka does
not notice, but now how he looks -

so the mouth will be from ear to ear.
- Yah you!

- Guys, stand up more nimbly
and more tightly. And we all smile.

- Samson, okay?
- Well. Ready?

- Yes.
- We smile.

Sergey Sergeevich, can I?
- Yes.

- Thank you. Father...

- Tell me, do you know these people?

- To be honest, I'm not
going to cooperate with you.

I will not write a denunciation
and I will not knock.

Plant right away if you want.
- You, in my opinion, don't understand

where did you end up. It's your job?

- Yes, I took these photos.
Where did you get them from?

- Could you recognise this person?

- Pronin.

With closed eyes.
- Well, why, with closed
ones it is not necessary.

Enter!

- Forward.

- Sit down.

- A confrontation of the citizen Bykov
Alexander Ivanovich is being held

and Samsonov Timofey
Ivanovich. 19 September 1956.

- Raise your face.
- You are welcome.

- Okay, Mitya, we'll win back.

- Shura! Shur!

Shura! Go here!

- Well done!
- Thank you.

Listen, can we go
to the dance tonight?

- Mitya, let's go next time
with everyone, and now I

just with the chaps...
- Shura, maybe let's go already?

- Oh, with this little thing.
- Know how to lose.

- Hey, Shvetsov, do not
worry, tomorrow I will win back.

- If it's the same as
today, I don't mind.

- You cho!
- Cho?

- You cho!
- Vasya, Mitya!

- Ah?
- Cho?

- Well, guys, we have gone.
- Holy Father or whatever,

do not meddle.
- You moron, he is not a holy father,

there are no holy fathers in Orthodoxy.
- Religion is opium for the people.
Did not know?

- Pray to your Lenin.
- Don't touch Lenin!

- Stop! But what is it!

Stop!
- What is it! What are you!

- Mitya, calm down, everyone!
- Quiet!

Quietly quiet.

- I...

I'm not sure.

This one looks like Mitka.

On Pronina.

But I'm not sure.

- Everything? Fizkult - hello!
The mistake came out, Citizen Major.

It's time for you to let me go.
You know, my ticket is on fire.

- Take away. Another 58 hours.

- Hello!

God knows who
ordered the intercity here.

- Come on, I ordered it.
- Borya, come on already!

- Yes! Yes, girl, I ordered. Yes.

- Great, Borya.

- Klavonka, it's me,
Borya. Klava, come!

Klava...

- Borya, listen, we discussed
everything five years ago.

- Klava, this is not a conversation
about us, but about our children, Klava.

- Hello, I can't hear!
- Klava!

- Hello!
- Klava!

- We are waiting on the street,
on the porch!

Come on, come on, let's go, let's go!

- I want to beat the Germans.
- Come when you grow up.

By that time, your senior comrades
will knock this reptile off our land.

- Comrade military commissar,
I want to beat the fascists.

- Around and step march from here!

Sit here, I'll be right there.

- Mityaev!
- I!

Boris Andreevich!
- Get away from me, leave me alone!

Everyone went!
- We have to evacuate these books.

- Comrade Captain!
- What do you want?

- The military commissar,
damned bureaucrat, says that
I am still young to fight.

But the fascist must be beaten!
- Do not boil. Homeland can

to protect in different ways.
Did you send a lorry?

- Not at all.
- Get moving.

- There is!
- Well...

- Everything, let's do it. Run to
the hospital by ten o'clock today,

there you will find the
nurse Klavdia Semenenko.

We'll talk there.
- How about ten? The train is leaving.

- In the evening!
- You probably didn't understand...

- Go away from me! Go away!
- The beginning of the last century...

- Everything, there is no time!
- Why are books unattended ?

- Why aren't you evacuating?
There will be no other echelon.

- People need comfort.
- What?

- Do you need help. Order to
open a church, at least destroyed,

which is on the outskirts.
- I sent the car.

- We will wash everything ourselves.
People will come and pray for victory.

Understand, now every
person needs spiritual help.

Many people want to be together.
- Right now?

Do you think what you say? Fritz is on
the doorstep, and you are with the church!

- But people...
- Our people are Soviet.

And I regard the doubt in
their firmness as a betrayal.

- Excuse me, I...
- I don’t forgive! You will whine -

arrest!

- Boris Andreevich, this is Karamzin...
- Get away from me!

- I cannot evacuate books. Lisa, come here!

- Seryog, what is it?
- The mother howls.

- I hear it. What happened?
- Petka and Motka are going to war.

- Wait.

- Well, mother...

Don't forget to water my flower.
Mother do you hear?

Sing? - Ah!

- How many woollen socks can you?
- Leg count. Take three,

you have three legs, warrior.
- Fool.

- Have you gathered at the front, brothers?
- Gathered. Are you not going to?

You also received a summons.
Let's get ready, you won't have time.

- Mitya...

Mitya...
- Is everything clear?

- What are you doing, Mitya?
- Is it clear to everyone?

- It's not good at all.
- Not good... But I thought

it's not good when my brothers go
to protect the moustachioed ghoul.

- Well, you can just come to the
military registration and enlistment
office and give your name.

A person can lose the agenda.
- Maybe, but this is not our story,

truth?
- Wait a minute. Mitenka, son,

what are you up to?
- What's not clear here, mother?

- Well, I see - that's good.
The fewer words the better.

- Hey, brother, you
change your mind, I ask you.

- What will happen next?
I do not understand.
- What do not you understand?

- He decided to wait for the Germans.
- Mitya, tell me you were joking. Mitka!

- Mitya, it's not true.
- And you report me, come on.

- Do not disgrace yourself,
Mitya. Don't disgrace your family.

- A-a... A family, you say?
Tell our father about your family,

only you at least find his grave
first. Tell him: "I'm sorry, dad,

the Bolsheviks killed you without
trial, without investigation.
You disappeared into the northern

camps. Either from work you died,
or from hunger you bloody diarrhoea

went, or for the last ration
of bread you some urkagan

stuck under the rib. And what
about us, your family, before that?

We are all going to fight
for the Bolsheviks.
It hurts, we love them, right ?

- What are you talking about?
- What are you doing?

- Also say: "Your son Mitka shames
you, does not want to spill blood

for those who spilled yours."
- Don't hide behind your father!

- Boys! Well...

- I have not forgotten my father, hey,
you moron! I'm better than you remember!

- Stop immediately!
Boys! Seryozha!

- Do you remember how he
came down this hill, how he looked

goodbye, as his mother
howled after him, remember?

- I remember everything! If my
father was alive... he would
have gone to defend his homeland!

- Stop it! Seryozha, come here!

Enough! Enough, I told you!

- Go away, Mitka, or I'll kill you!

- Do not dare! Matvey, don't.

- Put it first.

- Hallowed be thy name,
may thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done...

- Klava!

Klava!

Klava... Well, stop these
decadent things, Klava!

Now let's throw off Hitler - we'll live!
Let's live! Do you believe me?

We will get married and have children.
We'll have a walk at their wedding.

- If we stay alive, we will take a walk.

- Klav...
- There is a very good German!

Borya, you can light the stove with
morning newspapers in the evening!

- Come on, Klava!

If everyone is in his place to
do what he should, then Hitler

quickly throw off. And
God, his soul, his mother...

Come on... Come on without snot, Klava.

The city will most likely
have to be surrendered.

And in the city it is necessary
to put together an underground.

- What are you?

- Klav...
- Who will go on call,

who volunteered.

Party members in the
woods will give in to partisans.

Borya, who will stay in the city?

Old people, children, women?

Are you going to beat the
underground with them?
- Old people, children and women!

Klava, Klava...

Klav...

- Only you are
leaving us here, Borya.

- No one quits, Klava!
This is a strategy.

- Don't tell me those words.
"Strategy"... don't.

- Klava...
- Vaughn, refugees from the western regions

walked. They told me what the
German was doing there. Every fourth

in the Red Army, husband, brother, son...

Who is the commissioner... And now what?

Partisan?

- Do not whine, Klav, do not whine.
I am begging you. Klava...

Klavochka...

Klav... coughs

- Hello. What's so early?

- As agreed, Comrade Captain.
- Yes?

Why? .. The clock has stopped, I
can't understand? You come in, come in.

I will never forgive myself for this.

There was such a boy...

beautiful... clean.

Such... And such courage is not
feigned, as if glowing from within.

I... in the place of the
Nazis, I would define -

underground or so, adapting.

So then, Vasily. It will be
your responsibility to collect

information about the
arriving enemy units of Stavrov.

Armament, food, transport.

All information must be transmitted
to the partisans through a messenger.

And we will hand over to
the regular army intelligence.

- Yes. Can you undermine them?

- Such sabotage actions are
possible, but this will be done by another

Group. This requires
special training.

- I passed the TRP norm.
And on Voroshilov's shooter...

- Well done.

I... I swallowed my
sentiments and...

I say this, on the case,
they say, you stay in the city,

when the Germans come,
get a job. Listen, information

collect. Our city is small.
There is a railway

station. True, we had no time
to blow it up. Until the very end

our echelons went from the west.

Are there faithful people?
- Sure.

Makogon, Pritula, Leskov
... Yes, almost all of our team.

- Good.
- Borya...

They are just children.

After stubborn bloody
battles, our troops were forced to

leave the cities...

- I... warn you again...

about the risk, the inevitable risk
in the work of an intelligence officer.

If you fail, torture
and death await you.

- So I imagined it.
Bolshevik Russia: chaos...

and a large portrait of Stalin.
- Mr. Colonel,

it can be fixed.
- Think, my dear. On whom

lean? On people like you? But you
are a traitor, from their point of view.

A foolish man, as they say,
is a servant of two masters.

My great-grandfather served your
king. Was the chief of the gendarmes.

He thought he knew about Russians.
I even started writing a book...

"Hordes of bandits and dreamers".

It was blown up by your revolutionaries.

You have high spirituality
side by side with hellish cruelty.

This is typical for the
mentally ill and psychopaths.

The Deiner family has always been squeamish
about people with deformities, dirty

blood and dubious beliefs.

And you, as it seems
to me, are no exception.

Yes, you are offended, young man.
- No, I just don't like unnecessary words.

- So, you will prove
your loyalty by deed.

- Do not doubt.

If you shake out the Bolshevik infection
from Russia, the people will be cleansed.

- And if you can't shake it out?

- So, scrape it out, knock
it out like teeth in a fight.

"You have common sense. But
there is also some kind of wormhole.

You are not a slave, but not a
friend. You are like a wild dog.

- There are many who hate the Soviets.

Yegor Belov - his father was a
priest. The Bolsheviks were shot.

- Shoot. Shoot.

- I'm sorry, Yegor.

- Yes...

- It will be an interesting experiment.

"I cannot understand
only one thing, Major.

How can you become a traitor?

- It is forbidden for civilians to
walk outside their place of residence

without a pass. It is forbidden
to be outside the house after dark

without a pass. All residents must
register with the commandant's office.

It is forbidden to accept
non-local residents. About
the appearance of strangers

inform the headman or burgomaster.
It is forbidden to come closer

than a hundred metres to the
railway and pass it without a pass.

For hidden weapons, individual parts of
weapons, cartridges and other ammunition,

for any assistance to the Bolsheviks
and bandits and for the inflicted

damage to the German armed forces
the perpetrators will be punished by death

execution.

- A prisoner!

Stopped in!

Face the wall.

- Family members of the commanders
of the ed Army - to the wall.

Communists, as well as their
relatives and friends - to the gallows.

- Aim!

- Heads of production institutions
- for questioning in the
commandant's office with things.

- Vania!

Scream

- Commissar bastards
- to work in Germany.

- Get up, carrion.

- All men of military
age - in work battalions.

Jews...

to the camps.

Gypsies, vagabonds - at the expense.

On the slightest suspicion
of being connected w h
partisans - the death penalty.

- No, it is not him, the chief citizen.

That one had a sabre.
He was a brave guy.

And this one is... frail.
And the old one, too.

- Thank you buddy.

- Take away.
- Prisoner, get up!

To the exit!

I went straight!

- What did I say, Comrade Major!

- I was always sure that it would
happen, but I didn't think it would.

- Why didn't the
communists shoot you?

What is the reason for them
from the priest without coming?

Why aren't you at war?
- I do not accept war.

- War...

- Yes, yes, war is the
last argument of kings.

But this does not make the blood
of living people cranberry juice.

- The German order is aimed at
the restoration of genuine values.

One of them is the institution
of religion, trampled upon by

your Bolsheviks. Consider
this our gingerbread.

- Yes, we've already seen the whip.

- Father Sergius, do
you need a church or not?

Use our favour. I follow
the orders of my leadership

only. I also know that we need
workers, and your people need work.

And we all need order. New order.

- Seryozha!
- Hello, Father Sergius.

- Did you come to help?
- Yes.

- Do you believe it?
- I believe.

- I pray for your brothers
who have gone to the front.

- Bless, father.

- Father, what a joy!
Now we will have a temple.

The heart sings at this news.
- Thank God.

- Here's an icon.
- Thank you.

- Candle wax and a handkerchief
to keep you warm. It's cold here.

- God save us, my good ones.
- Maybe I can help you with something?

- Help, my son. Go put
the lectern in the Center.

- Wooden stand, there it is.

It's such a joy! Now
there is where to come.

- We will collect the parish. The Lord does
not leave, straight from the hands of Satan

a ray of light gives us - the temple
returns. Wonderful are your works, O Lord.

- Such horror! Brother kills brother.
- God will not leave us, mother.

Well, little help. Hold it.
- Come on, unfold.

- Read it, my son. I haven't heard the
temple of this word of God for a long time

- And if anyone...
who hits... and dies...

- Vassenka, let me help you.

And if anyone strikes and
dies, let death be the result.

If not though...

- Wow! Yegor, look what is being
done! Our Komsomolets have come.

Why suddenly? Forgot his moustache
idol and immediately believed in God?

Ah?
- Yes, I have always been
interested in religion.

- Do you hear, Yegor, what he says?
Always interested!

You can't say that. Someone,
I think, recently had a short course

VKP (b) bounced off the teeth.
- You quickly changed your colour, Shvetsov.

This still needs to be checked.
- Come on, Shvetsov, "Our Father".

- You are not my spiritual father.
- Stay!

You did not understand? Our Father, alive.

- Now I am for you, Vasya, the
king, god and lord. "Our Father".

- Our Father, who art in
heaven! Hallowed be thy name,

Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,

like in heaven and earth. Give
us this day our daily bread...

- Lord have mercy! Lord have mercy!

-... as if we also
leave our debtors;

do not lead us into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.

Amen.

- Sit down.

- I have practically nothing to tell
you. I was too young and very scared.

Moreover, there was such a terrible end.

Now everything is fine with me,
I hardly remember those years.

- Good. Then at least
remember the very beginning.

About Vasily Shvetsov,
about your sisters.

- Vasya was cheerful.
Very collected, thorough.

Loved to laugh. It's so important
for a person to be able to laugh.

- It goes!

- Our first task in the days of the
occupation was to reproduce and paste

the leaflet we received from
our contact, Father Sergius.

- Chaps! Where are you?

- Catch him!

- And you will get it!

- We decided to write leaflets
in block letters - you never
know who will recognise our

handwriting. There were a lot of
hunters to serve the new regime -

from someone the same
Pronin put together his squad.

- So, stop. First the oath.

I, a citizen of the
great Soviet Union,

red partisan, I swear...
-... that I will never betray

his detachment, his commanders,
commissars and fellow partisans.

- I will always keep a
guerrilla secret, even if it

cost me my life.
- I swear to always help

Red Army, destroy rabid
German dogs, not sparing blood

and my life.
- Blood for blood, death for death.

I swear that I would rather die in
a fierce battle with the enemy...

-... than give myself, my family and
the entire Soviet people into slavery

insidious fascism.
- If due to my weakness, cowardice

or to evil will I betray this
sacred guerrilla oath and betray

the interests of the people...
-... then let it befall me

severe partisan punishment - as an
enemy of the Motherland and the people.

- Do you know how many traitors
there were on our tiny Stavrovo?

One hundred people. A hundred
people had scores with the Soviet regime,

and among them
were our school friends.

Even teachers.
- Surname.

Teacher's surname.
- Fyodorov Silantiy Yulievich,

drawing teacher.

- Who's there?

- Ours.

This is Pronin.
- I'm coming! Girls, this is Mitya Pronin!

Yes?

- The language came in handy.

- Yes. Only I didn't
teach him for that.

- Oh, don't turn your nose up,
intelligentsia! You are alive
thanks to me. Where is Shurka?

- And the girls are at home.
- Let me go, Elizaveta Petrovna.

Girls at home, Mitya!

Girls! Wait.

- Mitenka! Mit, you come
in, sit down, sit down.

- Both came out.

- We will not leave our sister alone.
- Leave us.

- Go.

- Mit, maybe some tea?

- You're so beautiful.

What are you? Are you afraid of me?

- Why be afraid of
you? Mit, you're drunk.

Go home.

- Well? Am I not the same Mitya?
- Not that one.

Go away.

- If you then agreed
to meet with me, maybe

otherwise everything would have turned out.
- No, Mitya, I wouldn't have turned around.

You know, Captain Kalenov was
right when he told us "listen to your

heart." You know, Mitya,
but I'm glad I listened.

Who I would be now, eh? Police mat?

Leave me alone!

- Shurka - Shurka...

You know, I have soldiers here
murmuring, they need a brothel.

Don't you want to try
yourself as a soldier's bedding?

- Do not do it, Please!

- Hello.
- Great. Where are you going?

- To the teacher.

- Let me go!

- Is Shura at home?
- Shvetsov!

- Hello!
- Hi! Have you come to study
German? Come in.

- No, Elizaveta Petrovna. Shura
and I were supposed to meet.

She did not come, I was all cold and...
- How - how? Wait,
I'm getting you anywhere

can I see Shura?
- Lord! Come on.

- Shurochka! Lanyard, why
didn't you come? They agreed.

I am waiting for you there,
behind the school, frozen.

- But my mother did not let me go.

Says there is very little
time left until curfew.

And we are not
watching the time.

- "So," said the poor man...

Groom?

See you again.

- Call me Shoelace again - I will kill you.

- Marry me.

- I'll deal with this.
- I have no doubt, dear.

You know, this is natural: where
there is pressure, there is resistance.

Law of physics. This process
must be stopped in the bud,

to demonstrate that
there will be no reverse.

Have you learned your lesson well?
- Jawohl.

- Fedorov!
- I!

- Whose handwriting?

- I don't know.
- Whose tilt to the left? Remember.

- But I really don't remember.
- If the inclination to the left, then

left-handed man?
- This is only speculative.

- Who was the lefty? Remember,
Fedorov! You taught drawing, handwriting

must remember.
- Mitya, why are you poking me

and call by last name?
- I don't like it by last name

you will respond to the camp
number. - But I do not know.
I'll think about it, I promise.

You just don't remember right away.

- Good. There are no guilty
ones - we will punish the innocent.

- Where is the burgomaster?
Where is Mr. Colonel?

- Non-Christians! Herods! Fiends!

- Samsonov, here.

Belov!

You will shoot. Here you go.

- Come on! Let's go!

- Mr. Colonel, well, you
are a civilized person!

- The Führer's army knows no
defeat! In two months we will be feasting

in Moscow, and you will become
subjects of great Germany,

if you stay alive. Germany
needs honest, loyal people -

others we will destroy.

- Take it off!

- Give us partisans and enemies
of the Reich - and you will be waiting

honour and respect, your
children - a happy life. Your family

will not be touched by our avenging hand.

- Inhumans! The killers!
There is no cross on you!
- Come on!

- Here are the cattle.

- Forgive me, Makogon. Sorry!

- This is how Pronin acted: you
are scared - it will be even worse...

it hurts - here it hurts even more.

We all stood there and thought
that this could happen to each of us.

And it happened to almost everyone.
The neighbours saved me. They me first

hid, then they took me out into the forest.

And my mother went crazy when
she saw Toma and Shura's bodies.

I'll try to identify him.

- Oh! Hello girls! How
are you? I will catch up, go!

But I know who has a left tilt.

- Zin, do you think, will betray you?
- Yes, I would have given it out long ago,
if...

- Where are you in such a hurry?

Have you been in Moscow?
- No, but we will definitely visit.

- Then I invite you all.
New Years I think we will

celebrate exactly there. Hotel
Metropol was recommended to me.

I invite you all to celebrate the
victory of German arms there

dancing and champagne.
- You will not wait for the Metropol,

no champagne, nothing!
- Forgive her. It...

You scared us a little.

- Auf Wiedersehn!

- Tonya! What are you doing, huh?
- Why did you speak German with him?

- And what does he think we are some kind
of savages? He will also have champagne,

and "Metropol" somewhere
in the next world!

- He now knows that we speak
German. Even though he pretends

stupid, but he is not. And
now he will be careful with us.

- Fool Tonka! Well it was
necessary to climb on the rampage!

- Shura, what kind of abuse?
You are a girl, not a seaman.

- I just said she was a fool!
- And I added!

- And I said that this is
the younger sister. And if
she does something wrong...

- I'm not guilty of anything at all!
- And you just interrupted the elder.

- Lord, why is
everyone raising me?

- Everything is fine? How are you?
- Fine.

Here Klava gave the dosage and
treatment regimen. I asked Captain Kalenov

say hello. Here.

- Not.

It seems to me...

- Take a closer look.

- This is Dmitry Pronin.

- Lady, you are confusing me with someone.
My surname is Bykov, and I was driving

I'm in a sanatorium. And during
the war he served as a quartermaster.

- Borya... Is it really Pronin?

- I'm sure.

- In the name of the Union
of Soviet Socialist Republics

under the laws of martial law,
I declare you husband and wife. Here.

Well, you kiss, or something.

Hurray!

- Congratulations.
Congratulations, my children.

Live happily, take
care of each other.

- Congratulations, friend.
- Thank you.

- Well, congratulations,
congratulations, what are you.

- Thank you very much.
- Vasya, take care of your wife.

- This is a gift from
me personally. Hold on.

- Oh, what is it? Documents?
- Well, German documents.

- Do you want to send us on a mission?
- Well, what task? Enough,

fought, we must calm down. Drive
away from here, away from Pronin,

somewhere south. There the
children will be warm and not hungry.

- What children?

- Thank you.
- Thank you, dad Borya.

You are now like a
father to us, albeit planted.

- Vera Yurievna...
- Huh?

- There to you this again,
Kalenov. Says urgent.

- We are always urgent.
- I told him to wait in the corridor.

- No, no, let him go.
- Good.

Kalenov, come in.

- Come on in.

Come in, come in. Sit down.

- Klava has arrived at my place.

- Oh, congratulations. You even
came to your senses a little bit, woke up.

- Well, a little.

She won't forgive me
all these years, of course.

And he will be right.
I drank. You asked me

which of the organs
were flooded. Drank black.

All the kids dreamed of me. Well...

Until I drank, I was looking
for him, this nit - Pronina.

And then he drank again.
- Yes, I understand
everything, I understand.

- Yes, I know you understand. I know.

You have a photograph in a drawer
in your desk - the children are relatives.

And you are here for the
third day, everything is lost.

- I've been lost here all my life.
- And they are already gone.

- No.

- Plant him, huh?

Even if there is not enough evidence,
plant it! Think of something, draw!

And bring it to justice.

- I can't, do you understand?
Law is law. I can not.

- And do you believe...

into eternal love?

- I believe.

- And I believe.

-... Where is this young
lady that I'm in love?

This street, this
house, here...

- What are you doing there, Bor? They
haven't been with you for a long time.

- Boris Andreevich!
- Ah?

- Here I have negatives for several years
that I shot for the school wall newspaper.

This is our whole life. If anything
- to remember. Take it please.

- Will I see him now?
- You will see.

- Can I call Borya?
- Not now.

- I don't know. So many years have passed...

- A lot depends on you
now, do you understand?

- But you also understand: this
is how you slander an innocent
... and live with it somehow.

- Hello, Citizen Major.

- A confrontation of the citizen Bykov
Alexander Ivanovich is being held

and Semenenko Klavdia
Vasilievna. 20 September 1956.

- Where?
- On the Kudykin mountain.

- What's happening? Listen...
- Well, citizens are doctors...

- Get up, come on!
- What do we have here?

Lev Aronovich, it seems...
That the army did not wash away?

They didn't take you. Forgotten?
- Thought my medical skills

more important than nationality.
- Oh, yes... I see.

How many more
such liquids are there?

Do not avert your eyes, look directly.
- How dare you talk like that

with a doctor?
- Who is this with us?

You seem to be non-partisan. And
according to my information, Russian...

- Young man, I have no honour to
know you, but I remind you: you are

in the hospital, and there are sick people.
- By the way, I came to count them.

Separate the sick from the
wounded. Do you feel the difference?

- For a doctor, there is no difference.
- And for me it is essential.
What is there?

- Wounded in the leg, wounded in the arm.

- Head wound... Of course.
Or do you mean to say

that this young man of military
age was just returning home,

stumbled, fell into a ditch and...

- Stop this mess!
- Get out, get out!

- Take your hands off him!
- Come on!

- Let go! ..
- But he's talking about it,
Klavdia Vasilievna...

- I do not know.

I'm not sure. Many years have passed.

Strip him.

- I did not get that.
- Take off his shirt.

And where did you get so
hooked, Dmitry Ivanovich?

- It's funny, huh? I'm 20 years
old, and I'm... the police chief,

I call you by name... And you
call me by name and patronymic.

- Well...

Your wound is not dangerous.
But the scar will remain.

So who are you?

- Partisans... fired at the car.
The underground works in the city.

Didn't you know? Yes...
- Valya, I'm ready to sew.

- And what did you inject me?

Your hands are cold.

- Well? It is he! It!
- I will wait for the expert opinion

according to Bykov's document.
- But this is it! ..

- I will wait for the expert
opinion on photo comparison.

- Major, but this is it!
- I'll wait!

- It!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Sorry to bother you.
- Yes you! The Lord has honoured you

connect us all.

- Were you a liaison underground?
- I helped as much as I could.

- Our proud "Varyag" does
not surrender to the enemy! ..

- Russian partisan! ..

- Police! .. Pronin! Policeman, policeman!

- Shurka! ..

Alive, safe? All is well?
- Alive... Alive!

- Are you all right, are you okay?
- Yes! .. Alive! .. Alive...

- Comrade Smirnov,
could you identify Pronin?

- I'm old already. I can
identify myself. It is the sin
of an innocent person to slander.

Timofey, help.

Maybe this will help you.

The encircled units of
the Red Army surrender.

- It's a pity that not everyone gave up.

- What? What is it, Dmitry?

- Handwriting tilted to the left.
- No no!..

- Old fool.
- Not!..

- That's the end...
- Hold on, Shura.

- Say "Cord".

- Cords.

- Shurochka! .. Shurochka... Shurochka...

Shurochka... Love me,
Shura. What is it difficult for you?

Well, one person loves another...
- Pronin...

Let her go, for Christ's sake.

- He got everything.

- Mit...
- Love me.

- You have a mother.

- There is.
- How are you going to look into her eyes?

- Everything could be different.

Mother is there. There is...

Only... she doesn't love me any more.

- Get up!

Well? Have your fellow
partisans abandoned? Ah?

They always quit. Your existence
is inexpedient for the party.

- You lost, Mitya.

Never will take yours.
- Escaped?

- They ran away long ago.

- Stupin cheated... Well,
nothing. She died anyway.

And you will die like a dog.

- As a person, Mitya. As
a person. For friends...

for the Motherland... for Shura...

- We should have nailed you in the
same place where your bitch gave up.

They say that you can forgive
all sins, voluntary and involuntary.

I once believed in it.
- And what do you not believe now?

- You? What are you doing here?
- Thank the Lord.

- Yes?

And what for?

- For making us so different.

- But for God everyone
is equal. My father was...

- Your father, Mitya, was a
martyr. And you are a villain.
Since you entered the temple...

ask forgiveness from our Lord.

- Forgiveness?

Can this be forgiven? Ah?

- Go away, Mitya.

Go away.

Until I took a sin on my soul.
- And you take it.

Kill me.

- Without repentance,
Mitya, only animals die.

And you are worse than a beast.

- So what, Comrade Pronin?
I can call you that now, right?

Yes...

Because your documents are
forged, Bykov died in a hospital in Tbilisi

in November 1945 from severe
wounds. A photo of our experts

checked, collated and made sure
that there is one and the same person,

what's in 1941, what's now.

I can even now
... send you to jail.

With great pleasure.

But there is one person
who really wants to see you.

Mother...

- This is not my son.

This is a traitor.

Dmitry Pronin.

- Thanks...

- All right. Everything.

- Comrade Major...
- Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, Major!