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Shine, shine, my star.

Shine, show me the way.

Lead me, the only star of my heart,

I will never have another star.

Lead me, the only star of my heart,

I will never have another star.

Magical light, star of love,

My many wasted years.

You pure light, shine for me again,

My beautiful star, give me new hope.

Basilar skull fracture with closed abdominal trauma.

Tryptamine and sodium chloride 500.

Anesthesia ready.

He's fibrillating. Let's do it.

Adrenaline.

- Ready. - Intubation.

Defibrillator.

- Ready. - Hands off!

Back off!

Time of death: 23:17.

Notify the dispatcher.

Hello? Substation 16, unit nine.

Body in the car.

Good day. Yes, as discussed.

Mauser FG-2, two Gewehr 43 rifles, with ammunition.

In excellent condition.

No FG-47. But I'm still working on it.

If you pay more, I'll dig one up this week.

Of course, there are sites.

It's completely legal.

Hi.

- Hello. - Good morning.

Moscow, sleeping on the job again?

Briefing in five minutes, honor us with your presence.

So, we've had 38 calls so far,

18 of which were hospitalized, two strokes,

and two traffic accidents overnight.

Seven were injured, multiple traumas, and one dead in the car.

Sergey Nikolayevich, what is the arrival time standard?

We were only three minutes late. They even opened the cars.

I'm a doctor, not an ambulance driver.

I asked, what is the expectation for arrival on site?

Twenty minutes!

Or is the standard different in Moscow?

Listen,

why don't you clarify this with the director

and leave me alone?

You what...

What do you think you're doing?

Unit nine! Reprimand and bonus forfeiture.

Screw you!

Sit down, damn it!

I said, get back to your seat!

I understand...

All right, colleagues. Let's get back to work.

Seryozha! He worked here during the tough times,

- and yet a Muscovite became the boss. - What's that to me?

You can shove it.

I was assigned here, because there are few doctors.

I didn't volunteer!

But if anyone doesn't like it,

I'll find another job.

No big deal.

Calm down.

- Hello, Paul. Where are you? - I ask you...

Understood.

Hey, Zhorzh!

- This one's for you, how do you say it in Russian? - Bugle call.

- Bugle call. - Just keep quiet.

Get in.

There's beer in the back.

It's not even 12 yet.

- Give me one too. Come on. - You're driving!

Look, it's a German machine. Practically autopilot.

After the war, your machines were left smashed in the forests.

Maybe they're not so great after all?

The tanks were made by Porsche. But only jerks drive Porsches.

Got it?

Paul, this is blaring. Turn it down.

What, your ears are sensitive?

My head's splitting after a night in the ambulance.

I'm not sleeping just so I can hang with you.

A true friend.

Where are we going?

On a recon mission.

You'll see.

KURAHOVO

- What's that you have? - Periodontosis.

That doesn't matter. It's common. So is cancer.

Somehow, I got impotence and suffering too.

In your case, that's not a warning, it's a prophecy.

Drop dead.

Super? I dug here last time, in your area, near Donetsk.

Do you know how much a fallen German soldier's ID

is worth, for example, in Berlin?

- How much? - A lot.

Everything from World War II is worth a lot. Everything.

Somehow, I'm not too enthusiastic about looting battlefields.

Too bad. These are your people.

I found the lighter at a Soviet soldier's grave.

He took it from some German.

- But he wasn't happy with it for long. - Why?

A shrapnel was sticking out of his skull, and the lighter was in his hand.

He never got to light it.

My grandfather died in the war. Somewhere under Minsk.

Any smartass could dig him up too.

- It's all the same to you. - Okay.

Keep it. A gift.

By the way, I have a gift for you too.

Okay.

- Sasilk? - Shashlik.

Why is my...

Your face? It's always like that.

I'm a little fed up with all this.

What did you say, how much can you make on medals in your place?

"Make"?

Earn money.

A lot.

And it's not too hard to find them.

You'll see.

That way.

No one's dug here yet.

- Why not? - The recon led them astray.

Seryozha.

Look, everyone's digging here. This is 1943.

Your guys retreated here in '41.

They dug in here.

This was the defense line.

But everyone fell.

Anything from here is already rare.

Why?

Tanks rolled through, and everything got buried.

Still, there's some stuff left. There's digging to be done.

Let's go.

I don't think it's visible from the road.

So...

What’s going on here?

I see you know the Great Patriotic War better than I do.

When it comes to business, you need to be better and faster.

European attitude.

- You’re really serious! - Yes, sir!

- Put it on. - The correct way to say it is "pick it up."

A rickety cinema or Rozie is moving.

Sorry, professor, "pick it up."

I won’t take it. You must have taken it off a corpse.

Come on! It would’ve rotted in the ground in a year.

Serjozha, listen to me.

At the end of the month, there will be a double historical reconstruction here.

- Reconstruction. - Reconstruction.

If I run into a patrol or the police,

I’d rather look like a reenactor...

Like a German marauder?

Why don’t you put on a German uniform?

Clown, huh? Now, get dressed.

I haven’t dug here yet.

We’ve been wandering for two hours.

This isn’t how I imagined relaxing in the great outdoors.

- You said it would be interesting. - Stop whining. It will be.

You’ll see.

- Got it! - What?

Give me the small shovel.

- What is it? - You’ll see in a moment.

A machine gun.

There was a machine gun position here.

Let's take it.

Take it.

What the hell do you need this for?

Let’s move on.

- But... - There's nothing here. Let’s go.

Paul.

Did you hear that?

- What? - Did you hear that?

No. What happened?

Something strange.

Okay.

No, nothing.

What’s that sound?

It’s coming from over there!

- Again! - Serjozha.

It’s a shelter. It connects the two trenches.

There can’t be anything there.

- Come on, let’s dig here. - It’s been dug up a hundred times.

An idiot would crawl in, thinking he's the first.

Sorry, I didn’t mean you.

If you want, dig it out.

Aren’t you tired?

I’m okay.

Try a 24-hour shift in an ambulance, then you’ll know what tired is.

Quite the mole, huh?

- What’s up? - Mole.

Keep going.

Done, we’re in. Are you happy now?

We lost two hours.

- They fired. - Was that it?

We need to get out of here.

No way!

What is it?

Artillery fire!

What artillery fire? They only fired here in ’41.

Then again. Those are cannons.

What cannons? We’re past Donetsk.

- It can’t reach here. - Those are cannons.

Alright.

It’s sucking in air from there. Let’s go.

Hey, anyone alive there?

We’re alive! Help us!

Give me your hand!

He’s shell-shocked! There’s another one in there!

Climb out!

On the ground!

Which company? Battalion?

Who are you? Shell-shocked? Can you hear me?

Do you have papers? Get up!

Comrade Captain, I don’t know where they came from!

Looks like from the new battalion.

Their uniforms are clean and new!

Recruits!

- Sappers and support troops. - That’s useful.

- Send them to clear mines. Move out! - Yes, sir!

Come on, son. I said, come on!

- What about him? - He’s dead.

This one’s dead too.

- And this one? - This one might still be alive.

Hang in there!

- Ammo! - Coming.

Understood! Yes, Comrade General! The attack is underway!

Volkov!

Why did you stop? Charge, forward!

Forward, charge!

Comrade Lieutenant, what should we do?

I don’t know. We can’t get through, they’ll scatter us.

What the hell are you doing here? The order is to attack!

Move!

Give the command!

Comrades...

Charge! After me!

Lieutenant!

Warriors, listen to the command!

Prepare to attack!

Get up!

Give the command, Sergeant. I’m with you.

Give the command!

Brothers!

Charge! Hurrah!

Charge!

Turn the machine gun.

Come on!

Cover the attackers. Follow me.

Come on!

- Are you shell-shocked or something? - He’s scared shitless.

Just do it. Or do you want a court-martial?

Don’t freak out. Where do you see a court-martial?

Yesterday we mined it, thinking we’d retreat.

Today our tanks might advance. Let’s go.

Let’s go.

Move!

Look, why doesn’t he have a cloak? Get him one.

Why does he need that?

Sergeant Major! Get one.

Yes, sir.

A little more to the right!

Hey, warrior!

Warrior, what are you doing?

First, a little more to the right. Second, take off one earphone,

because if a tank comes from behind, you won’t hear it.

Are you completely green?

No.

Alright, don’t be mad.

Where are you from?

- Piter. - What?

Leningrad.

Here you go, Comrade Captain.

Comrade Captain, I also found a sapper shovel.

Take it.

The shovel too.

What’s he fiddling with over there?

Oh...

There are the Krauts! Move further away!

The bastards hit me! I’m dying!

- Calm down. - A doctor!

- Find a doctor! - Let me see.

- No, find a doctor! - I’m a doctor! I’ll help! Let me see!

The blood isn’t too dark, so the major vessels and organs are intact.

I need to take a look, okay?

286 00:30:29,

Easy.

So, what do you see?

- It hurts! - Easy! It’s not serious.

It’s a graze. Deep, but just a graze.

It just needs to be cleaned and bandaged.

Hold it here. Press down.

Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I’ll find some alcohol and bandages. Got it?

Warrior, have you ever dug up a mine?

I have.

But they were old.

What are you mumbling? Come on! We don’t have all day.

Anti-tank mines. Lesson four.

Okay, “clearance.”

If anti-tank mines are found during clearance,

they must be defused as follows...

What did you say, warrior?

He’s praying, Comrade Captain. Spreading anti-Soviet ideas.

Alright.

Light it up.

Make sure the mine is in the correct position...

...and unscrew the fuse from the mine.

The fuse should be unscrewed...

...counterclockwise.

Okay.

Switch the fuse from armed position to transport position

and screw it back into the mine.

Remove the mine from the installation site and clean it of soil.

Inspect and identify any damage.

It’s done.

Hey, got it! Done.

Pretty strange.

But it does the job.

Good job! Now do the rest.

The rest, go on!

Keep an eye on him.

When he’s done, let him rest.

Yes, sir.

Serjozha!

I know it’s impossible, but it’s happening. We’re here.

I thought I was losing my mind, Paul.

This is the Red Army. This is war!

Don’t tell me.

I’ve been defusing anti-tank mines for two hours.

I know everything: uniforms, medals, badges.

I dug them up myself!

- I read an article online. - What’s the internet got to do with this?

Serjozha, look!

A soldier gave me this

for rolling cigarettes. Read it.

1941.

The offensive is coming.

We have to go back

but to do that, we need to know how we got here.

But you were right next to me.

What? That’s impossible!

We went in one side, came out the other.

- I know... - And this is the other side.

Hey, what are you shouting about?

Haven’t you had enough? Keep quiet.

Damn it, how was it... I, first, not right away...

We were even shouting!

- But what if... - What? What are you talking about?

- But you’re German! - Really? I almost forgot.

Your accent!

They’ll figure it out.

As a philologist, I know more Russian than you.

On paper! But you still have an accent.

How did you talk to them when you were clearing the mines?

I didn’t! I mostly kept quiet. There was noise, explosions.

That’s good.

Now let’s stay quiet. Yeah, it’s better that way.

Or...

What are you doing?

What I have

to.

We’ll disguise the accent.

Stand up straight.

Whatever happens, say a shrapnel wound tore your throat.

Got it?

Okay. So what?

- Now I shouldn’t talk at all? - Talk.

But like this, you’re a wounded guy.

Hoarse. Got it? It hides the accent.

Come on, wheeze. Come on!

- Alright. - Shh.

- Let’s go. - Comrade Captain,

it’s hard for me to talk.

I’ve been wounded. There’s shrapnel in my neck.

Plus, I’m Polish, so don’t worry about me.

- That’s it? - Perfect.

Yes, and your name isn’t Paul, it’s Pavel.

Pasha, got it?

Got a cigarette?

Yeah, I do.

When these run out, we’ll roll our own.

We need to get out of here.

Maybe we were buried and died, and this is some kind of hell?

- I don’t know. - Don’t joke around.

We need to find that shelter

and go back.

Yeah. Simple as that...

Find the shelter?

Let’s see.

Look, every point is a shelter.

Whether they’re full or empty,

we don’t know.

It’s not that simple.

Can you remember where we were?

At least roughly.

No.

Okay. Me neither.

On this line or that one...

Or a completely different one. Who the hell knows.

Stay still. We belong here.

You want a bullet?

- Comrade Major... - No need, sit down.

Give him some hot tea.

What took so long?

Are you wounded?

Must’ve grazed me. It’s nothing.

We ran into a German patrol.

- Yegor, find a doctor. - Yes, sir!

Are there any other wounded besides you?

Sergeant Zaitsev, that young man, I don’t remember his name, and Sasha.

Lieutenant Morozov.

They’re dead?

The lieutenant and Zaitsev are wounded. We need a doctor, we’ll go back for them...

I understand. What about the tanks?

It’s bad, Comrade Major.

There are many tanks. Almost no light ones, mostly mediums.

How many is many? A platoon?

More like a tank company.

About two dozen. And that’s just the vanguard.

They’re getting ready to attack, but it won’t take long.

I understand.

What’s the command say? Are we getting tanks?

If we do, it’ll be in a few days.

Not sooner, the Krauts are attacking on the entire front.

There’s this one. He says he studied to be a doctor.

Still no others.

Bandage him up.

Comrade Major...

if we don’t retreat

behind the anti-tank guns line,

they’ll crush us, if not today, then tomorrow.

What? Retreat?

Saur-Mogila is a strategic height, it’s the key to Donbass.

- As long as it’s ours, Donbass is ours. - Wait, Petya, hold on!

433

- You need a bandage. - Here. My last one.

Show me where they are.

All on the left flank, five in the center.

Comrade Major,

we can move the anti-tank guns to the right flank.

We’ll mine the routes. That might help.

Not against a tank company.

We can’t hold out that long.

Do you think we should retreat behind the anti-tank guns?

If we give up Saur-Mogila, the enemy will be at Rostov!

We can’t let that happen!

Rustem, go after him. Try to talk to him.

- Comrade Major, I can... - No.

Who...

- Who was that? - Our political officer.

We can’t retreat.

You won’t stop the Germans.

Not here.

"You"?

We.

You’re surprising me.

So, what’s the deal?

Counterattack order. We’re not retreating.

- Then it’s over for all of us. - It’s over anyway.

- Are we going to get our guys? - Of course.

Let’s gather grenades, ammo, Dyeniska, maybe he’ll shoot someone.

We’ll check out the tanks too. You’re coming with us.

There are wounded left. Move it.

- Take me with you. - Why would we need you?

Get some sleep, die tomorrow.

Damn...

Damn, damn...

Where are we going?

Speak more quietly.

We're going to the Germans.

Precise reconnaissance.

- What? - We're going to the Germans.

Why do you need me?

Last time it didn't work, we stumbled into each other.

We were seven, only three of us remained.

Two wounded, Lyosha Zaitsev and our lieutenant,

we had to leave them behind.

- Of course, they're probably not alive anymore. - Shut up already!

They're still alive!

There was something between Svetka and the lieutenant.

Maybe he's still alive?

Damn it...

Damn! Damn you!

I stood at your memorial today.

I'm not staying with you.

Not anymore.

My name won't be on the memorial.

Stop! Where are you going? There's no one there.

On that side, a mine collapsed the support.

If you crawl in, it could collapse on you.

- Fine, but I have to. - Why do you have to?

I lost my wife's letter.

I'm going home...

take a hot bath

Get drunk.

Got it!

Did you find it?

- What? - Your wife's letter.

Yes, I did.

I found it...

Let me see.

Nothing to see here, boy.

He's done.

Lyokha was shot in the belly, now he has three holes in his chest.

The Krauts found him. Look, his pockets are turned out.

Yeah...

It was definitely the Krauts.

The commander shot himself.

- A decent thing to do. - What are you talking about, huh?

No, Svetka, he's right.

What could he have chosen?

Let it go.

Let it go, you mustn't.

Denis, let's go.

We have to

bury them.

- Svet... - Let's bury them; after all, they're ours.

We'll go back separately.

Alright.

Yes, sir.

... the Red Army troops with weapons and equipment,

in time...

What do you want?

Relax, Rustem, I know him. He's from the sappers.

Come and sit with us.

Wow, a bandit.

Put down your weapons!

When did you manage this?

It's not important.

Do you have a pot?

Give him something.

- Take it. - Pour.

Alcohol?

Your highness, perhaps

wouldn't drink a schnapps?

Well, brothers.

- To victory. - To victory!

So,

Kravtsov is a stubborn mule. I tried to explain to him this way and that.

But he kept insisting on his way.

There you go.

And what do you want?

If we retreat without orders, he'll be the first to face the wall,

so we have to hold on.

Lay mines there,

anti-tank guns.

- The artillery will help. - Hardly. They're fleeing.

Then we'll cover until they organize the new defensive line.

Conserve ammunition, shoot close.

We'll set a few tanks on fire, then they'll turn back.

They won't turn back, comrade captain. We won't stop that many.

But we have no other choice!

That's for sure.

Pour.

Come on, people.

Cheers!

Shoot them down.

We are here.

The Germans will attack from here, from the left flank.

The first tank group.

Is this Yesaulovka?

Exactly.

Is this the Mius River?

The Mius.

Your reconnaissance was a total "fail."

- What was? - What was "fail"?

Forget it. It's over.

Comrade captain, perhaps you've already drunk?

Just wait.

You think you're Panfilov's men?

No.

Who are we?

Your battle simply does not exist in history.

You don't even appear on maps.

They just went through you.

A fire burns in your honor at the Kremlin.

The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

No, that's enough, comrade captain.

Oh, you...

Come on, let's go. Take a rest.

These tanks...

In short, these tanks aren't coming because of you, they're being sent here,

because of the Rostov breakthrough.

And from this side, not the left, but from the right,

another tank group is starting.

And behind it, a whole German panzer army.

And that's it.

I think tomorrow,

if I haven't got the date wrong.

The battle for Saur-Mogila will be desperate,

but you won't retreat.

I respect that.

All of you...

All...

Will fight heroically...

...but you'll die.

All of you.

They'll erect a monument here.

A memorial site.

Very beautiful.

I was there yesterday.

This isn't from the schnapps!

- Pour more. - Just drink...

Somehow, it feels inhuman.

We just buried them like that.

Like trash.

Come on. I don't think so.

They could have simply been left here.

Then they would rot, or an animal would get to them.

Alright, never mind. We survived.

What's your name?

Seryoga.

Mine's Yegor.

They're shooting, the bastards.

Listen, maybe it's time to go?

No, it's safer here.

They'll shell our positions,

I've seen it happen before.

Stay close to me, Seryoga.

- And you'll survive. - Okay.

I've been fighting from the start.

I've seen so much shit you can't even imagine.

I'm lucky.

They avoid me.

622 00:

- Got a light? - No.

Just a moment.

Spoils?

Hey!

Stop! Where are you going?

Stop!

Are you crazy? Running away?

- Are you alright? What happened? - They killed Yegor.

He was a good guy. It's a shame.

Didn't you hear what I said? They killed Yegor.

I heard, calm down. They killed him. So what?

Where's Sveta?

There she is,

counting the equipment.

We have to lie here for a while longer, until she finishes.

Won't they notice?

She's very close.

She's smart; she'll manage.

Denis...

By the way, where are you from? Where do you live?

In Minsk.

I was transferred here.

Wow. My grandma lives there.

You're my compatriot.

Maybe she's not alive anymore. The Germans just bombed there.

Who knows.

She's alive.

I know for sure. Believe me.

And who do you have there?

My wife and little son.

I haven't even seen him yet.

Before the war, we got an apartment on Sovetskaya Street.

There's not much to bomb there. Maybe they're still alive.

Yes, I'm on Sovetskaya too.

In the old houses. Building 7, Apartment 15.

Everything's fine there. Believe me, they weren't bombed.

What is it?

You've drunk a lot.

First of all, Building 7 is brand new; we're the first residents there,

secondly,

somehow I haven't seen you in the apartment.

What's your last name?

Ignatyev.

And yours?

Do you know us? Are you the neighbor?

Because Apartment 15 is ours.

You say it wasn't bombed? Everything's fine?

How do you know? Did your grandma write?

Because I remember,

maybe an old woman lived in 12.

Yes, in 12.

Of course. I always get confused.

Yes, she wrote.

They're alive. The whole building.

They were lucky, she said. She says.

Wow, but...

Otherwise, my heart is tightening,

thinking about them.

The letters don't arrive either.

What is your last name?

Your face looks familiar.

Are you crazy or what? Why aren't you paying attention?

My compatriot.

He says a letter has come from home.

Our street wasn't bombed.

You've found a good place, compatriots.

Let's go.

Denis, say goodbye to them.

- Sergeant! - What's your cargo?

105mm howitzer ammunition.

Again, not here. That's the third wagon in 24 hours.

Take it to the warehouse! They will redirect it there.

But, Sergeant...

Take it! I can't take it here.

We don't have any howitzers here at all.

Paul! Pasha!

Pasha, are you alive?

What a stench!

You're drunk!

Pasha!

It's me. Get up.

Shhh...

I'll find you some water in a moment.

Let's go.

That's enough.

Well? What did you want?

Today is our offensive.

Are we being thrown into the attack?

Not yours. Ours!

The first armored group will open the battle and break through quickly.

Listen...

Everyone who is here,

everyone is dead, understand?

We have to get out of here.

Anywhere.

We're the only ones alive.

Is there really no chance?

What are you talking about?

Saur-Mogila will only be recaptured in 1943.

No chance.

It's good that there aren't any blocking detachments yet,

but still, it's better not to run back.

Where else? Forward?

To the Germans? Are you kidding? Stop.

Today, everyone will be killed, understand?

Including us.

If you surrender to the Germans,

you'll never get back.

I mean, to our time.

Surrender?

I wasn't thinking about surrender.

I found out yesterday, listening to the commanders.

There was a battle here. An ambush.

Damn...

There's no one here.

Only corpses.

Your size.

Come on, don't just stand there. Hurry.

Seryozha. Yours.

Armored division.

Perfect.

Nonsense. I'm completely frozen.

- What's wrong? - I'm frozen.

Paul, what are you doing?

How do you imagine this? It won't work.

It will work.

I was accepted as a Soviet soldier, one of their own...

I know the situation at the front.

And me?

It won't work.

Looks like it's your turn to put this on, my friend.

Seryozha...

Listen to me.

Everything that happened is impossible, I understand.

But it's nothing compared to death.

At least we're alive now. Life is all we have right now.

Come on!

759 01:07:50

Quickly. Put it on.

And then where? How?

Just a few hours are needed.

- And then? - The Wehrmacht will occupy these positions.

We can search, dig, I don't know.

Or wait until 1943?

You'll get caught instantly.

They'll find you.

No one...

... will find...

... where...

... they don't search.

What?

You know,

I'm not going.

I won't persuade you.

I don't have time, I want to live.

I'm not going.

It won't work. Definitely not for me.

I can't leave them.

I'll stay with them.

What are you talking about?

Denis. Do you remember him?

The young guy, the scout.

That's my grandfather.

Denis Ignatyev, from Minsk.

Sovetskaya Street, Building 7, Apartment 15.

- Grandma still lives there. - Stop!

What are you talking about? What grandfather? Who cares?

There are many Ignatyevs.

Maybe it's not even him.

You're going to die, you know that?

They know it too.

Yet they don't run away.

Russians don't give up, huh?

Keep your heads up, guys!

Comrade Stalin won't forget us.

Satisfied, Comrade Politruk?

What is it?

Because of your stubbornness, we're all going to die here.

In that case, I am too.

Well, just wait.

I know about your lieutenant.

Do you know why he died?

So you could live one more day.

If my life is the price for my relatives and friends

to live one more day, then I'll pay it.

All our lives here

are one more day for them.

That's one more tank from the factory,

one more gun, one more plane, one more bullet.

And when all this is enough

then we will be able to turn the tide of the war.

We will lose Saur-Mogila.

Do you think I'm a blind idiot?

And they're not like that up there either.

The country needs time!

And we give it as much as we can.

But we will come back here, and then no one will stop us.

Why are you standing here?

Go to your positions.

Get to work!

The enemy wants to take this time away from us! I said, to your positions!

How's your shoulder? Does it hurt?

It's there. Doesn't matter.

I can change the bandage.

... or maybe never.

On the dewy meadow

the sun rose red.

Maybe there was such a land Or maybe never.

On the dewy meadow

the sun rose red.

Maybe there was such a land or maybe never.

Tell me, golden rye...

What do you want? That's ammunition over there. Move on.

Tell me that the Russian land is so beautiful

Lieutenant, Major Klause!

Major, we've received a report

that an advance preparation group should have arrived.

We ran into a trap in the forest, lucky that I survived.

The Russians are very active on these roads.

They cleverly use the terrain to their advantage.

We need to be more careful. Understood?

Lieutenant, I need a map.

About three kilometers south of the Russian defense lines.

This way, please.

Show me Yesaulovka.

Corporal, please show.

Here, Major.

And the Mius River?

Here it is.

And these defensive lines are in Russian hands?

Partly.

They have somewhat retreated. Obviously to the rear positions.

In preparation for defense, we’ve occupied a few trenches.

An armored breakthrough is planned for tonight with forces aimed at this.

I know.

There’s something we need to do by tonight.

I need your men, Lieutenant.

Yes, Major.

Sergei, break’s over.

The order is to prepare for defense.

Here’s an ammo box. Move it.

Enough with the smoking!

Here.

Take the box with the plates.

Come, help.

Denis, listen. How did you end up here? In Donbass.

I thought...

I mean, how did you get here?

Well...

There was a general retreat.

Under Minsk, almost our entire regiment was wiped out.

I got wounded.

Luckily, they dragged me out,

so I wasn’t captured.

Then they transferred me here.

Shouldn’t you write home?

Because back home, they think

you surely died with the others.

Write?

Where would I write?

The Germans are in Minsk.

Right. Sorry, I forgot.

But I never forget for a moment.

I wonder what happened to them?

That they're with me.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Just like that. For nothing. Sorry.

Alright.

I’m watching you too.

As if I know you.

It’s possible.

What’s the big deal? We’re neighbors.

We probably saw each other.

Probably.

Although...

I have a certain feeling.

A very different one.

Your eyes...

What about my eyes?

Either I’m starting to hallucinate from lack of sleep,

or they really look like my wife’s.

Masha’s.

It’s like you’re her brother

or some relative.

No, you’re not related?

No.

What are you doing here?

Kravtsov said we should reinforce the positions.

The order is to die here.

Maybe not.

Maybe we’re finally lucky.

It looks like there won’t be a German tank attack.

No. There will be an attack.

- For sure. - Are you a doctor or a scout?

Doctor. I’m a scout, so...

Alright, understood.

He’s a doctor, and you’re a scout. What happened?

I don’t know what happened, but I can show you.

But you can only see it from the hill.

Coming?

Where are you going?

Leave it!

Here, take a look!

What are they doing there?

It looks like an anti-tank trench.

They won’t attack.

Maybe they’re scared of our tanks?

- Yes, the ones we don’t have. - How would they know?

Somehow you know about their tanks.

No, this is something else.

Strange.

I’ve never seen anything like this.

Maybe they’re planting mines.

Who knows.

Who plants mines like this?

And why in our old trenches?

Anyway, we should report this to Kravtsov.

Better to report to Djanibekov.

He’s more careful.

Wow!

- He’s quite handsome! - Who is?

Peaked cap. An officer.

He’ll soon...

- They’re digging cover. - Nonsense.

How is it nonsense? Why?

Just look.

Looks like he’s right.

They’re exactly digging cover.

- Why? - They’re looking for something.

What could they be looking for there?

Alright, I don’t like any of this.

Denis, come on.

Shoot the officer, and back. We need to report everything right away.

Denis!

- Damn it! - What?

I missed. Which one did you want to hit?

- I was aiming for that one... - Enough. You can figure it out later.

Denis, wait. Look.

Tanks?

Alright, let’s go. Shoot any Fritz and get back quickly.

Only soldiers.

Ah, got one.

Some kind of corporal.

Alright! Everything’s ready!

Prepare for defense!

Tanks are coming! About an hour away.

Inform Kravtsov.

And everyone! Come on, run!

Quickly!

Relax.

That’s it.

Why are you standing around? Get to it!

Got bandages? Medicine?

No. The medics had them, but they were all killed.

- Take this. - Bring everything you can find.

Bandages, alcohol,

a scalpel, I mean a knife, a lamp.

Anything that burns. Hurry, go!

I’m on it.

Hold on. Almost, stay calm.

Just a moment. Let’s see.

Relax. Lie down, don’t move.

Almost there.

- Damn it! - What?

We need to get the shrapnel out, or he’s done for.

- Do it! - Give me a rag!

Here.

Relax. Lie down, don’t move.

Give this to mine.

- You know where I live. - What is this?

First name, last name,

year, who, where.

Here are the bandages.

Is there alcohol in the canteen? For him.

Relax.

- More? - Enough.

Give me the knife.

Hold it over the fire and rinse it off.

Hurry! Hold it.

Faster, Svet!

- Sveta, hurry! - Almost.

- Faster, Sveta! - Yes.

Give it to me quickly.

Pour it over my hand. Hurry.

Enough. The knife.

Hold him down.

That’s it, hang in there, brother. Hang in.

Relax.

Relax! Hold him down.

Almost there.

There.

That’s it.

Relax.

Done.

Denis! Denis, don’t fall asleep!

Will Denis make it?

He lost a lot of blood.

If we could get him to a hospital...

maybe he would survive, but here, I don’t know.

Don’t shiver.

Good thing we left the first line,

they would have crushed us with artillery there.

- But they can’t reach us here? - No.

Not now, the batteries are far away.

If the tanks cut through the field, they’ll likely bring forward a battery.

Then we’re done for.

I wish we were already at that point.

What should we do now?

Become an aviator.

What? What are you talking about?

We should have become aviators.

They offered it to Denis and me.

We used to do sports at the CDK.

We could have gone into aviation or stayed behind in the rear.

It was fine for me, I’m an orphan,

but he has a wife and a son.

- Do you know him well? - Not really.

Before the war, we were only on the same team.

But for the past three months, we’ve been fighting side by side.

Old shell casings...

So what? Maybe from civilian life.

What are you doing? Where are you going? Stop! Have you lost your mind?

- Where are you going? - Let me go!

The tanks are coming!

To the positions!

I said to the positions! Hold the line until the end!

Hey, are you still alive?

Come on!

Are you injured?

On your feet. Come on, come on!

- How? - Later.

Later. Everything later!

Tanks!

Mines, Kolya! Bring the mines!

I’m a doctor. I’ll help!

Mines, quickly! They’re getting closer.

They’re getting closer. Bring the mines!

Damn it. Missed.

That’s it!

We hit it.

To the forest! Faster!

Let’s go. They’ve broken through.

Kravtsov is dead, so is Djanibekov.

Get to the forest. Hurry!

Everyone to the forest!

Run!

Run to the forest!

Help him up! Get to the forest!

Come on!

Retreat!

Help me stand.

Help me up!

Bring ammunition.

Seriozha?

It’s me, Paul.

To the forest! Run to the forest!

Run to the forest!

Come on.

What happened?

Call a doctor!

Stop!

Russians! Grenade!

You can’t...

You can’t sleep. Death...

Here he is! A stretcher, quickly!

Blood loss! Painkillers!

My God, Seriozha...

What happened?

- Do you know him? - Yes.

Good. Talk to him.

This is the man who called us here.

No one believed him, and no one would’ve come,

but he gave them money.

I came because I heard your name.

Paul...

Paul!

I don’t speak Russian well.

My grandfather gave me this.

He provided instructions:

time, place, doctors.

He didn’t explain anything.

Where is he?

My grandfather died 20 years ago.

He said I should give this to you.

Blood doesn’t scare you until it’s your own.

War is just news until it affects your family.

I understood what war meant, not because I saw the exploding shells,

the enemy, or death,

but because I saw how it affected my family.

The point is not that I saw how my grandfather fought and died,

but that I felt that everyone who stood with us,

everyone who fought with us

was my relative to the last person.

The war affected my people, and thus me.

They saved us all.

But I was saved by a friend

who stayed loyal to the end, no matter what.

That’s where I draw strength.

That’s where hope lies.

That’s where I see the light.

THE COVER

Hungarian subtitles by: pasanyov https://kinok55.blogspot.com