Original subtitles

THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba. Copyright reserved

(Playing with no sound)

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

(Mother) -Andrei, come eat!

-I'll eat at school, mom.

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

-That's it, that's it, get the fuck out of here!

Or I'll hit you with this plank!

Fucking chushpans!

-Hi. -Sup.

Have you prepared the report? -uh-huh, yeah.

-Can I have a look? -Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, I'm telling you! Stop, wait, stop.

Ugh!

Shut it! Thanks.

"Filmstrip" are chushpans!

Phew!

-Don't look there.

-Asses up!

You need a personal invitation?

Got money? -Huh?

-I'm saying, do you have money?

-No. -Ok, let's do this...

If I find it, you both get punched in the face.

Deal?

-Ok, deal. -Ok, well you don't have any for sure.

You, hop.

C'mon, hop!

(clanking) Something's clanking, empty your pockets.

Shouldn't have fucked with me.

So, how do we punish you? What do you think, chushpan?

-I'm not a chushpan. -Well, what are you then?

-A human. -A faggot is also a human, so?

-A human is a human.

-Cut the crap.

You hit him in the "plywood" .

But hard.

If you don't, you're screwed.

-No.

-You've decided.

BOY'S WORD - BLOOD ON ASHPALT EPISODE 1

-Asshole! Fucking dick! I have...

remembered him. My cousin, he's an Elder, from "Razyezd".

-From where?

-"Razyezd". You haven't heard? The largest gang.

Well, maybe not the largest, but tatars are also there.

I'll tell him, he'll rip him apart!

-Here, take my money, here's 20 kopeks.

-Rakhmat (thanks), bro.

(knock on the door) -Good morning, may I?

-Quickly. -Thank you.

-You dare to be late?

Vasiliev, what did we speak about?

What did you have to prepare?

-A report about Devyatayev. -Then chop chop, come to the blackboard and read it.

What in the world is this?

-I dropped it. "Mikhail Petrovich Devyatayev.

Was born in..." -No, what kind of attitude is this?

-"...Spasskiy county." -No, my dear, this is not the way.

You're reading about the hero of the Soviet Union!

The man hijacked a plane with maps! And you?

-Guys! -Out, Konevich, not in the middle of a lesson.

-We have an announcement. Irina Sergeyevna, come in, please.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Please excuse us, we'll be quick.

-Let's fight the street hooliganism together!

-Yes, thank you, Denis.

Today at 3 o'clock there'll be a meeting at the assembly hall.

Our juvenile affairs inspectorate together with the Komsomol unit

will hold a debate devoted to finding ways to protect our city from the juvenile gangs.

-Everybody who's ready to join... -Hold up.

This is important. So please, come.

This doesn't just concern the boys.

Sorry for the interruption.

-Let's put an end to this crime together! Stop trembling before this riffraff!

Together we'll fight, together...

-Konevich would just want to start another "gang".

We have NO gangs here!

-Ah! Vasiliev, come here!

(speaks English) Hello! How do you do?

-I'm fine, thanks. And you, Flyura Gabdulovna?

-I want to tell you about one problem.

We have a boy who needs your help.

Is it clear? -Well.

(in Russian) -"Well"! Don't "well" me here!

One boy needs to be helped with his English.

A good boy, bright head, only his English is a total failure.

(in English) Let's go!

(in Russian) Wake up! Say hello to Vasiliev.

He'll tutor you.

An hour here and there, and you might make some progress.

(Andrei) -One... Five... Eight... Twelve.

-Okay, let's bounce.

If we run into the Boys, I don't know you.

Got cigarettes?

-Don't smoke. -Crap, what kind of a dude are you huh?

Neither has he shit, nor even a spoon to eat it with.

Mr. Tolya!

Hullo, Mr. Tolya!

Get up!

Can you make it to your place?

There's a man here with signs of a stroke. 8 Bessarabenko street, first entrance.

Help me. -But he's only drunk.

-They won't come otherwise.

Always have to get them up, understand?

Or they'll freeze to death.

Mr. Tolya is an amazing guy, always shares fish, when he catches any.

Let's take him inside the building, it's warmer in here.

Hi, Mom!

-Hi!

Oh, you brought a friend with you. And what's the friend's name?

-Yeah, what's the friend's name? -Who?

Ah, Andrei. -He'll help me with English.

-That's awesome. You guys, come in while I'm heating up the meal.

-Need to use the shitter.

(J. S. Bach - "Menuet C-Moll")

-What a good boy.

It's beautiful, really.

None of us can play it, imagine.

It was left to us ater Grandpa died, standing here uselessly.

Marat, can you hear Andrei playing? -Uh-huh!

(flushing toilet sound)

-Let's go before the food gets cold. Let's go eat.

You go to music school? -Yes.

-And can you play "Laskoviy Mai"? "Sedaya Noch".

And again it's the grey night...

-Well, not yet, but we can figure it out, if you want.

Yours? -I wish!

It's my brother's. \Vova Adidas - maybe you've heard of him?

His photo's over there. A champion in his weight class.

-Brother? -Well yeah, half-brother, we have the same dad.

He's in Afganistan now - reconnaissance company.

He'll arrive and then everything gets crazy!

He was an author in his age group. -Did he write songs or something?

-Are you retarded?

"Author" means "an authority".

Okay, let's get started with English.

How to say: "Откуда будешь?"

-Where are you from. -"From" is what?

-"From" is "откуда". And "будешь" is "are".

Like soft "R", English. -Yeah, yeah, got it.

-And here's how you reply: "I'm from..." -Kazan, USSR.

-Kazan, Tatarian ASSR.

-I am from Kazan, Tatarian A S S R.

-Very good, Marat.

-Sorted, then.

Can you do my math too? Let's go hang out.

-Yes, I can. -Let's go check out mesh-caps in the commission shop.

In shop. -In THE shop.

What are mesh-caps? -Are you retarded for real?

-Exactly two.

25 rubles?

Nobody would give me that much money.

-Me neither.

(Kombinatsiya - "Ne Zabyvai" playing on the radio)

-Hello, could you please show me that fan?

-A fan? -Yeah, I want to give it to my mom for her birthday.

-Which one? -The red one, over there.

(vendor) -A beautiful thing.

-No, actually show me the blue one.

(thump of a fallen object)

-Oh you bastard! Hey you, stop! I'll remember you!

(Kombinatsiya - "Ne Zabyvai")

-Check if she's running after us.

-There's nobody.

-Well, it's not bad. Here you are.

Take it, your share.

Okay then, see you tomorrow.

-See you.

(mother) -Son, why so late?

What are you hiding there? Cigarettes?

God, what's this?

-Ugh, Mom, it's a mesh-cap.

-Foreign? U S A. And how much for this?

-Don't know. It's a gift.

-Whose gift? -A friend's.

What kind of friend gives such presents? Is it your birthday or something?

What if he asks you to do something for this cap?

-But why? -Who's that friend? What's his name?

I'm calling his parents. His parents buy him a lot, and he's giving it away.

What's his phone number?

Tell me the number. -He doesn't have a phone. It's Marat.

I'm helping him with school English. And he gave me the cap. Quid pro quo.

-What kind of quid pro quo, have you lost your mind?

To receive presents from a stranger. Tomorrow you give it back to him.

-Oh, Mom. -I've spoken.

-That's it I said! -Go to bed.

-I don't say hi to chushpans.

-Did you sew yourself in gang?

-What's funny?

-What's going on, guys? -I lost money because of you. 3 rubles.

-When? -On the bus.

-But it was only 30 kopeks.

And not because of me.

-Are you fucking counting my money? Am I bullshitting you?

Tomorrow you'll bring me 3 rubles.

-Where do I get them? -Should I fucking care?

Or maybe I should put you on the counter? 3 rubles, tomorrow!

-Well, fuck you.

-Hey, what's going on here? Did you attack him?

Did they attack you? -No.

-You may deny it, but we just witnessed a terrible situation here.

You secretly beat up your friend, take away his... juice or whatever.

-Did we take it away though? Fuck this juice.

-Listen to me!

If we learn that this continues,

you'll be placed on report.

Is that clear?

-Tomorrow. you understand? -No, I don't.

-Off you go!

He's told you everything.

Next time call for help, immediately, ok?

If you let them treat you like that, you'll be their whipping boy until you leave school.

Come to the the meeting tomorrow. Komsomol Unit is power, get it?

-It's true. -Will you come?

-For sure.

-Tell them to fuck off. Komsomol guys are fat fucks.

-What does "UKK" mean? -"Universam" are Kings of Kazan.

(Yuri Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

Boom, fast, with the right hand! Boom! See? Let's get you started then.

Are you stupid? -Sorry.

-Bitch!

-А-а!

-Six.

Hey guys, playing hockey?

G-o-a-l! -Learn, guys.

Is it fibreglass? -Yes.

-I'll borrow it till Monday. -Hey, give it back!

-I will, I'm giving you the Boy's word. -Oh please, give it back!

-Will you give the stick back? -To who? It's mine.

-But you gave the Boy's word. -It doesn't count with chushpans.

The Boy's word works only among the Boys.

And again it's the grey night...

(studying English)

-Hey!

What are you doing, bastards!

-But even you can't help me...

Before there were only bums drinking here. My brother kicked them out, brought a couch.

More! C'mon! You think it's easy in Afganistan?

(song) You know everything without words, it's all been clear to you,

Only hiding the sight of your stunning eyes...

Inhale smoke and say: "Apothecary". A-a-apothecary.

-A-a-apothecary.

(coughs)

And how does one sew himself in a gang? -First someone has to vouch for you.

Then you come, answer some questions. -What did they ask you?

-Many things. Why I decided to join the Street. -And what did you answer?

-Tired of being a chushpan. Want to be with the Boys.

-A-a-apothecary...

-And again it's the grey night, and I only trust it...

-Stop it! You can't play normally! -No, YOU can't!

-Are you nuts?

(song) But even you can't help...

-Stop! Catch the thief!

Alone, I don't need anything at all.

-Excuse me, would you have 2 kopeks? -Excuse me, would you have 2 kopeks to make a call?

-How much did you "shoot"? -12 kopeks.

-It's only enough for citrus ones.

...He's screaming something: "А-а-а!"

-...Without you I don't need anything at all.

Good job.

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

-Super!

Buldyrasyn! (Well done!)

What's up, won't close?

Let me help. -You'll break it.

-Don't be afraid.

Here you are.

-Thanks.

-So, what class are you from?

-Violin. -I'm from guitar.

Wanna come to my concert? Give me your phone number and I'll invite you.

-I won't come.

They don't teach guitar here.

-Marat!

Trying to sneak away from me?

-Nah, I was tying my lace.

-You have to be first to approach an Elder, according to etiquette.

I'd "explain" that to you, if it wasn't for your brother.

-Uh-huh.

Well, then I can go?

-Sure, go.

Marat!

Yo. We need to go pick up some Boys.

Remember Sivuha? -Yes.

-The man's getting out of prison. What a pleasure.

We need to meet him, right?

-Sure. -But, you know...

His car is dirty. It looks really bad in front of the People.

One has to wash it. To greet the Boys.

In a Human way.

I just can't myself, I'm a little sick.

Boogers.

Help me out, yes?

Thanks.

-What, you got put to work?

-By Kashey? -Uh-huh.

Maybe give me a hand? -Nah, bro, we were slaving at it last week,

no offence.

-Hey!

-3 rubles. And if you don't bring them, it'll be like that every day.

(coughs)

(coughs)

-I'm done.

-Thank you, Marat! Come here.

Sit down, relax

-I actually have to go home. -You'll have time for that!

Sit down, hang out with the People.

-Sit down, I'm telling you.

Home is where the People are.

-Isn't it?

It's immediately clear that you're a normal guy.

He was asked not out of duty but out of friendship.

He went and got it done. Not like your brother.

The brother is a normal dude too though.

-Ah, you're Adidas's brotha, innit?

Pour him some.

-Nah, I don't drink. -Yeah, and doesn't smoke.

C'mon, for who are you saving your health?

For dear mother, innit?

Here you go, have a smoke.

Here you can, with the People.

And when you become a Man, we might get to some "business".

Wanna do some "business"? We're missing one person.

And you pretty much suit us.

(door opens)

-Mom, just don't get scared.

-You put it even scarier. What hapenned?

God, What's this?

-I fell down from a gymnastics horse, can you believe it?

(sister giggles) -Fell down from a horse!

-Very funny.

P.E. class was today? -The English teacher got sick, so they replaced her with P.E.

-Alright, I'll apply some iodine or make a compress.

Why didn't you go to the infirmary? -Ah, it doean't hurt, nothing serious.

Mom, can you give me 2 rubles? -2 rubles? What for is that?

-We're going on an excursion to Lenino-Kokushkino. To see where Ilyich (Lenin) was hiding.

-What do you mean "hiding". He didn't HIDE there, his mother lived there.

A jolly place, you even breathe differently there.

Why so much? Are you going there in a taxi?

They're all nuts there. -Well, Flyura Gabdulovna said 2.

-They'll probably feed you there too?

Okay, I'll call Farida, you can get it from her. When do you need it?

-On Friday, but...

Actually we have to bring it tomorrow, she's been asking for it for a while.

I forgot.

-No, you can't on Friday.

On Friday we are going to the cemetery to take care of grandpa's grave.

I'll write a note that you can't go.

Let's fix you up.

-Wow, who did that? -None of your business.

I see you got something too?

-What's wrong? -Ciao.

-Oh, Andrei!

Hi. Why are you not coming in? Want breakfast?

-I'd love to. -Then come on in.

-Bitch.

-You, guys fought with each other yesterday? Marat told me stories about P.E.

Well, it's fine. What's important is that you, guys, made up, yeah?

I'm glad you are both doing some music.

Marat says you're playing. -Practicing bit by bit.

-Wonderful, perhaps you'll start a band. You just need a couple more dunces.

Like The Beatles. Anyway, it's better that hanging around in the streets, isn't it?

-A lot.

-Look, I was thinking, maybe you can help me too?

Iskander is shaking me down for 3 rubles. Bullies me, says I'm chushpan and all that.

-And WHO are you?

-I'm...

-You're a chushpan indeed.

-I'm not a chushpan. -Did you promise any money to that Iskander?

Well that's it, just don't give it to him. I won't jump in for you.

-Can I join your group then?

-What fucking group? -Umm, sew myself in.

-No.

-But why?

-Guys, you're going to be late.

-Really, why not? I've seriously considered it, I'm down.

-Look, that's not for guys like you. You're a musician, the kind of skulls that Boys crack open like piggy banks.

If I take you, you'll get cold feet, and they'll fuck me up.

Don't follow me.

I'll kill you!

(sounds of violin)

-Hello. -What do you want?

-Excuse me, could I speak to the girl for a moment.

I'm a friend of Marat, the one with a guitar. Could you come out for a second?

-Akhmerova, tell your friends that all problems are to be solved after classes.

-It's the first time I see him. -That's not true.

Hello, excuse me. Irina Aleksandrovna asked for Akhmerova's phone number.

(Kashey) -Listen here, kiddos.

If I catch you, any of you smoking, you'll get it from me. Each of you.

Because here it's like in the army: one for all.

If I learn that you steal from your fellas,

we'll sew you out, so hard, that even your mom won't recognize you.

Is that clear? (kids) -Yes!

-Okay, next.

-Marat!

-Wait a sec, he's from the hood.

We'll settle it now.

Have you fucking lost your mind?

-I brought the phone number. -That's a meeting. Strangers can't come here.

-Akhmerova's number. The violin girl.

-Fuck off. -Marat!

Problems? -No, that's okay.

Get outta here before we end you. -Okay-okay.

-Marat! Who's that with you?

-Hi, guys! I've come sew myself in.

-Whoa!

Marat, do you really know him?

-Yes, It's... -Of course he knows.

He said it'd be on his head. He's just a little nervous.

-And you...what, came here to join Komsomol?

(laughs)

Any fuck-ups with him? What can you say about this person?

-Actually none. -I wasn't asking you.

-I don't know of any fuck-ups with him. -So, he's a normal guy?

-Seems normal. -So seems or IS normal, Marat?

-No screw-ups with him.

-And why d'you come to our gang?

-Got sick of being a chushpan.

Want to be with the Boys.

-Have you ever snitched on guys at school? -Never. And won't.

-Ever hung out with dick-suckers or their friends?

-Dick-suckers? Never.

-Sure? -Absolutely.

-Ready to donate to the Common fund? -Ready.

-Why didn't you come earlier?

-I got a music class.

-Musician!

That's something new.

Let him fight with Marat.

You hear me? You brought him, so you fight him.

Let's see what you're made of.

-C'mon, Marat! -Let's go, let's go!

(cheering up shouting)

-You're fucked.

(shout approvingly)

-C'mon, c'mon! -Beat him!

(shout)

-Let's go! -Beat him more!

-He'll break.

-C'mon! C'mon!

-Enough!

I said enough.

(everybody goes silent)

(Basta - "Na zare")

(silence)

(Basta - "Na zare")

At the dawn, voices are calling me.

At the dawn, voices are calling me.

-Watch out! Cops!

-Wait! I know you!

(mother) -Son, are you home?

(crying) We're going to the police!

It can't be like this any longer.

-Now everything will be okay, mom.

-Did you bring it? -No. And I won't.

-Get ready to die then. -Sup, Andrei!

This guy is with us now.

-I see.

-Now remember.

You're a Boy now, now you're with the Street,

and everybody else is your enemy.

This all began with "Teplokontrol" (Tyap Layp).

Around 10 years ago they did a "run" in the territory of the "Novotatarskaya" gang. With sawn-off shotguns.

Threw grenades at the locals. "Tyap Lyap" were batshit crazy!

Almost everybody was sent to prison. Two were executed.

"Novotatarskaya".

"Boriskovo".

"Pervakis".

Here's "Khadi Takhtash". "Khadi Takhtash" are tough ones, once they flipped a trolleybus.

Spotted "Kurchatovs" in their territory,

they chased the trolleybus, surrounded it,

well... and flipped it over.

"Kurchatovs" got really fucked up that day.

And "Takhtashes" of all ages were arrested by cops, like 60 people.

Here are "Sovietskis". On one holiday they took flags off the biuldings,

sharpened those things, the things on top, and attacked "Adelkas" with them.

Freaking revolutionaries.

"Quarters".

"TV-studio".

"Teapots".

They once came out with teapots for a "run",

and the name stayed.

Here are "Bottoms".

"Mud".

And "Filmstrip" you already know.

But this is all bullshit. Have you heard about Standing On The Lake?

Then what've you heard at all?

Yeah, it was a good time there.

250 snouts vs. 250 snouts.

"Zhilka" and "Mud" were Messing around.

And then the centaurs turned up - an entire regiment of horseback patrols.

Lots of people stamped the ground there. Everybody knows about it. It was a legendary battle.

-How can one remember all that?

-One time you'll get it into "plywood" and memorize it instantly.

Good afternoon! Can I speak to Aigul?

-Hello, yes? -Aigul?

My name's Marat. Mikhail Devyatayev Komsomol unit's organizer.

Our unit invites you to join our ranks. Please, write this down.

Every Sunday our unit gets together at the Cultural center at 4pm.

-Okay. -Alright then, we'll be waiting.

Let's go.

-What's the name of our age in the gang?

-Either Eggshells,

or kiddos.

(Zima) -Sup, guys, smoking?

Swallow it, dear Marat.

And you, are you fearless or what?

-Sorry.

-The Boys don't apologize.

-What this time? -Got caught smoking.

-You? -No, me.

-The first four!

Come here!

-Don't dodge.

-From what? -Just don't dodge.

-Come here.

Got anything chronic? -Flatfoot.

-Next.

Next.

Your brother will come back and beat you up himself. Go.

Huh?

Hey!

You, come here.

-Here, apply.

Imagine, Turbo is taking us to Moscow. Going tomorrow.

-For what?

-Are you dumb?

It's MOSCOW.

D'you have money for a ticket?

-No.

-You need to get it then.

-Contest you say?

-Yes, I need 3 rubles.

-Your solfeggio teacher called me an hour ago.

You haven't been at solfeggio.

You haven't attended classes for 3 days, confess.

-I...

He just didn't notice me. I'm like sitting at the back of the class.

-Son, does anybody bully you?

If yes, you must tell me.

I'll talk to them, I'll go to the principal.

As a last resort we'll move, if there's such a situation.

-Why move, Mom?

-Your father wouldn't have let such stuff happen.

-Everything's okay, mom.

-It's not okay, Andrei! I don't recognize you, do you understand?

You've completely changed, like you're frozen.

As if you have piece of ice in you heart. -Oh, mom...

-You're not going anywhere tomorrow.

I'll call the school, and we'll go to the police.

Where are you going?

-I'll be back soon. -No.

I'm not letting you go anywhere.

-Let me go, please. -No, I won't!

Andrei!

Andrei! -Don't hurt mom!

-I won't, I'll be back!

(cries)

-Hush, hush, he'll be right back.

-Almost new. 10 rubles.

-2. -Well, no, 2... How? 2 - no.

-Look for another fool.

-What have you got there?

-Nothing. -C'mon show me, I won't take it away.

-To you I'll sell it for 8.

-And the watch? -It's my father's. It's not for sale.

-4 rubles.

-Train Kazan-Moscow is departing from track 4.

(women's laughter)

-Ah, you made it? -Yeah, but I'm in carriage 7.

-Let's go have a smoke.

-Let's go.

Take.

Smoke.

-Can I? -In such a coat - no.

Like a chushpan.

-It's fine, in Moscow he'll fit right in.

Smoke. Coatie!

-Now we're gonna call you Coatie.

-Boys, in Moscow we'll raise some money, and on the way back we'll get higher class seats.

-Would be nice to travel in a compartment.

And I want a bike.

Ducatti. Seen it on a gum wrapper.

A beast.

-On a gum wrapper.

-Why? I'm serious.

And what would you want, Zima?

-Porsche. Red.

-Yeralash, and you?

-An iron.

-An Iron? -What?

My gran has an old one, since the war times. She heats it up on the stove.

I promised her that I'd get rich and buy her a new iron.

-Imagine, guys. Porsche, Ducatti and an iron.

Moscow, meet us!

(energetic music)

-Can you see that thang? -Yeah, that's good.

Got it? -Yeah.

-Do you study here? Where... -Adidas! Stop pulling a cat by the balls.

Off you go.

-Hey mister, are you a student? -Yes, why?

-Oh mister, my grandpa's a student too. He's very ill now. Would you like to support him?

-I don't have anything. -What about your sneakers?

Grandpa is all barefoot.

-Are you an idiot? I'm telling you now, get away you hyenas!

-Hold up!

You're being rude to my little brother? -I wasn't rude.

-Was he? -Called us idiots.

-And hyenas.

-And you told me you weren't rude.

I promised his mom I'd protect him.

And you're calling this kid names.

What if I'd done something to your brother, what would you do?

It's not appropriate.

-He wanted to take away my sneakers... -Sneakers?

Uh-huh

Well, then take them off. -And how will I walk?

-We'll figure it out.

(Mirazh - "Novyi geroi")

Give them here.

Russian songs

More russian songs

-Mister, it's not appropriate. -Fuck you all!

-Have you lost your mind, who are you being rude to? What if you have to answer for your words, then what?

-Fucking motherfucker!

-Marat!

(music subsides)

-...Let me go!

Okay, let's go different ways. Meet again at the train station.

-Is he alive at least? -Do you give a fuck?

-Hey!

Get up now, you'll get cold.

You, um...

Will you be able to get somewhere by yourself?

Hey?

Are you... alive?

-Police!

Police, help!

(knock on the door)

-Good morning, excuse me, may I? -Yes, of course.

-Come in. -And you are...

-Mother of Andrei Vasiliev.

We need a juvenile inspection, we came to see the report.

You wrote that he was wandering somewhere, committed a robbery...

-Wait, sit down.

-That allegedly there was a university student that he allegedly attacked.

Do you know him personally?

-The student? -No, my son, Andrei, do you know him personally?

(crying) It's written down here in the report that he took someone's clothes.

How is that possible at all?

Just look at him, if anybody can be robbed, it's him.

I've seen the report with my own eyes - a grown 20 y.o. man, a student, and Andrei?

-Can I speak to him alone? -No, only in my presence.

This is a stain on his record!

You must understand this is a stain, he's going to a music school.

Have you seen his hands? He's a piano player.

Look at him, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Show your fingers!

(cries)

-I'll be right out, mom. I'll talk and come out.

-I need an explanatory note from you.

It says here: "by a group of people". Write.

-Write what? -Names.

-I won't write anything.

-Look, Andrei.

You seem to be a good guy.

But something went wrong, you sewed yourself in a gang. Did they force you?

Listen, I've got experience with this too. I've seen such things.

Sometimes this type of guys come along - good god, even a grave won't help them change.

But you are different.

It's clear that you love your mom.

Do you?

You made one mistake.

But please, understand, Your record is not a death penalty.

Just don't make any more mistakes.

Make the right conclusion.

-Do you go to the cinema?

-Why?

-Well, tomorrow at 7, "Little Vera". We could go.

-You're too young for that. Go, Vasiliev.

You'll report back on the 22nd, between 9 and 11 AM.

-You're done?

Excuse me, but can I get your number to call you directly?

I need to know what's going on here.

-Boys! -Hello, boys!

-О-о-о!

(chanting) Coatie! Coatie! Coatie!

-Hullo!

-Hello! -Hello!

-Okay, let's go, guys.

Good bye!

-Let's go!

-Bye, mom!

(Yuri Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch") Translation by Kukazumba. Copyrights reserved