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[THEME MUSIC]

Love in Chains

Indecent passions in the life of the beautiful bondswoman Karina.

How much did it cost merchant Bazhan to buy her love?

Buy the second installment of the fascinating story.

The continuation of the story of bondswoman Karina and merchant Bazhan!

Three! I need three.

I’m sorry, ma’am, only two for one person.

Hey, kid, give me one.

- One for me. Take the money. - Thanks.

Here. Give me your paper.

This is it. I’ve sold the last one.

Wait for Fedka. He definitely has some.

Irina Dorofeyevna.

Hello. What do you think about it?

They have been raving for three days

because of this newspaper installment novel.

Mr. and Mrs. Bukhteyev, hello.

Are Andrey Andreyevich and Katerina Stepanovna in good health?

How did they like the adventures of this Miss Karina?

They don’t have time for newspapers.

- They are busy people. - Yes, I understand.

Katerina Stepanovna is organizing an auction at the hospital today.

Kyiv Bulletin, new issue!

The thrilling second installment in the story

of Karina and merchant Bazhan!

Hey, boy, come here.

Give me one. Keep the change.

Here, ma’am. You won’t regret it. It’s such a fun story!

Karina entertaining gentlemen at a brothel!

Goodbye, Mrs. Zhadan.

Tell Mr. Zhadan Sergey Dmitriyevich and I send our respect.

Ma’am, will you buy a newspaper? They are selling out fast.

Kyiv Bulletin, new issue!

The thrilling second installment in the story

of Karina and merchant Bazhan!

KIEV. BEZUS’S MANSION

This girl dared to talk about virtue, lecture me,

make me look like an ambitious parvenu in the eyes of the society?

I can’t believe the star of the ball is nothing but a brothel whore.

I gave her a still life embroidered by me for the auction.

Do you think she’ll return our lots?

The auction definitely will not happen now.

Too bad. I would have gladly visited this noble and caring Mrs. Zhadan.

I would even take the Bulletin’s Mr.

Furs with me.

KIEV. ZHADAN’S MANSION

How did they find out about the brothel? We’ve been keeping it secret.

Could one of our people have spilled the beans?

Judging by the first two stories,

about the deaths of the enamored neighbor and the evil merchant woman,

the author had visited Chervinka.

That must be where he learned about the brothel,

thanks to lawyer Moliboga’s big mouth.

Don’t worry, my dear.

I’ll write everybody to cancel the auction.

I’ll come up with something.

I will just write a check for the orphanage.

They shouldn’t suffer because of all this.

- That’s true. - You don’t need to write to anyone.

What do you mean, Katia?

The ladies from the charitable society will come, goddamn them.

And the orphanage custodian.

There will be a crowd! Reporters! It will be a huge scandal!

I’m not cancelling anything.

I realize only now that I shouldn’t have listened to Pavel Petrovich

and confine myself to my house after the first article.

I haven’t done anything wrong. I have nothing to be ashamed of.

If I hide here, I’ll confirm that everything in the article is true.

The reporters will come?

Well, if someone finally wants to listen to my side of the story,

I’ll gladly talk to them.

The auction will take place.

She is your daughter.

You said you’d love it to the moon and back,

no matter if it’s a son or a daughter.

And now you look at her as if she were some kind of monster.

Well, she is… a person, but not quite.

I don’t even know what’s the right way to hold her.

She is always crying. What if I hurt her?

You’re her mom. It’s comes easier to you.

You think I’m not scared? You think I know what is the right way?

My heart clenches in horror every time she starts crying.

I’m her mother, yes, and you are her father. Her only father.

Who will help her and me if not you?

Baby, come on…

Orysia, come on.

Come on.

Don’t cry.

- A thrilling story… - Where will fate send Karina this time?

To the Skoptsy .

The evil woman will try

to pester the life out of a noble officer and landlord.

You haven’t told me if someone came to call us to account for the articles.

No. I decided to indemnify the newspaper and gave the heroes different names.

They are easily recognizable, of course…

If nobody comes today, you’ll print this one without stupid pseudonyms.

But, Mr. Chervinskiy, a legal fight with one of the richest people in…

This isn’t my concern.

How much have your sales increased in three days?

Ten times? Twenty? I think it’ll pay for a good lawyer.

I’m not going to stay in your Kiev till Christmas.

I’m not doing all this for the sake of your newspaper’s popularity!

Good morning, Pavlina Yosypivna.

If you say so, Mr. Malevanny. As good as it gets.

Put the basket on the table if it’s clean.

I’ve brought you some apples and pears, too.

Look at them, pretty as a picture.

And they are delicious, too. Like honey. I picked them up myself.

Why are you suddenly so generous? We never ordered them.

Well… I said that stupid thing about the village.

Now everyone knows that your Nezhin is more advanced than the capital

in terms of the feelings.

What are you talking about, Karp Karpovich?

The Bulletin has been writing about your mistress for three days.

Maybe these scribblers are lying and maybe they aren’t.

Is it true that she accidentally caused the death of that merchant woman?

Do you always judge people you don’t know based on rumors?

Ma’am, I was being stupid!

Pavlusia, don’t bother to cook lunch. I’ll be at the hospital till late.

All right, all right.

Yes. You big mouth!

Do what you do best: stand here and shut up.

Katrusia, wait!

KIEV. ZHADAN’S HOSPITAL

Katerina Stepanovna, I warned you it was an unwise idea.

I can’t persuade any of the nurses to help you.

Arkhip Ivanovich barely made the aides to bring the tables.

In this case, Irina Dorofeyevna and I will take care of all the preparations.

We don’t need anyone’s help.

Katia, my dear, why don’t we reschedule the auction?

Professor is right.

Besides, Markiyan Ivanovich cannot be here to conduct it.

I have just received a message. He says he has suddenly fallen ill.

You know the reason of this sudden illness.

In this case, I’ll be the auctioneer!

Mrs. Chervinskaya, it’s Lev Petrovich ‘s bed time.

Let me take him.

Liza, why are you all over me? Can’t I be with my son?

When Piotr Ivanovich finds out you have been holding him all the time,

he will get cross.

A note for you, milady.

My darling…

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

Frol, has Piotr Ivanovich left any directions regarding dinner?

- Did he say when he is going to be back? - No, milady.

If he comes back while I’m out, tell him I went for a walk in the park, all right?

Yes, milady.

Mr. Zhadan, you insisted on this meeting, and now you are silent.

What do you want?

Blood.

How dare you?

I was speaking figuratively.

Mr. Furs, you are a smart man,

and you didn’t become an editor by accident.

You know why I’m here, and, of course, you were expecting me.

Let’s not waste our time.

No more stories about Karina and her adventures.

I’ll cover the newspaper’s losses. Name the sum.

Mr. Zhadan, are you trying to buy me?

I don’t buy people.

I want to buy a service, a guarantee, if you wish.

I always get what I want. Don’t make me choose different methods.

Give me your price.

I won’t have being threatened in my own office.

You won’t be the one to decide whether the story of Karina will be continued!

I’ll give you the address of the man who submitted this story,

and only because he asked me to.

Otherwise I’d have shown you the door in the beginning of this conversation!

All right. Andrey… Here.

And be so kind to leave my office.

There is a very interesting auction being held today.

I’m sure our readers will be glad to know more about the hostess of this event.

Did you hear from Andrey? It’s almost time to begin.

No, but he knows how important this is to me.

I’m sure he will be here soon.

I think we’re done.

Why don’t we take this away?

We can safely say this girl isn’t coming today,

if she hasn’t sent in her lots yet.

Hello. I hope I’m not late yet.

Here she is.

I’ll go tell Professor that everything is ready.

God Almighty, please don’t let anyone come to the auction.

Hello, Olga Platonovna.

Thank you for coming, after all.

I must say you’re full of surprises, Katerina Stepanovna.

I thought you’d never even say hello to me when you come back to Kiev,

let alone inviting me to an event like this.

I hope this isn’t some sophisticated revenge plan.

I have nothing to revenge at you for.

Don’t look for a hidden meaning where there is none.

I am really holding an auction for the orphanage.

I’m glad to see you here, as well as other ladies.

I must say I admire your courage.

This room will be crowded by gapers and keepers of the high moral any minute now.

Then we’ll have a chance to get a good price for your perfumes.

Katrusia, Mother Evlampiya is here, waiting for you at the Professor’s.

I’ll be right there. Help Olga Platonovna, please.

This is your table. Make yourself comfortable.

May I?

The heroine of the newspaper articles is really shameless.

She hasn’t cancelled the auction.

She is auctioning my still life, too. What a shame!

As if things weren’t bad enough.

Rogneda Vasilyevna, what an honor!

You decided not to deprive orphans of your care.

This is true generosity.

Such a demonstrative disrespect for the society,

which had accepted M-me Zhadan in spite of her modest origins.

I love her so much, and I’ll always will.

Larisa Viktorovna, my dear, I’m so glad you are here!

You know, I kept hoping till the last moment

that you will find an opportunity to come to the rehearsal.

Hello, Aleksey Matveyevich. I don’t have much time.

I understand. Have you read the play?

It’s magnificent. The real, sincere feelings, the drama!

Do you know why I invited you?

We are auditioning actors for the lead role, Semion Ivanovich.

You know, I’m overcome by nagging doubts.

Next!

I count on your precious gift, your ability to see, to give an advice.

Will you help me?

If you believe that my opinion can be valuable.

I think we have seen and heard enough.

I revoke my lot and refuse to take part in the auction,

along with the entire Kyiv Charitable Ladies’ Society. Please.

Just a minute, Rogneda Vasilyevna.

Of course, you’re in your own right to take this decision,

but I, as the organizer, have the right to know what caused it.

I believe it’s obvious, Mrs. Zhadan.

Decent Kiev wives, mothers, and daughters

have no place in the company of such people.

People who want to help children forgotten by everyone?

Children, who are abandoned not because their parents don’t love them

but because they want a better life for them.

Do you call helping these children indecent?

No, that’s not what I’m saying.

It’s not too hard to figure out what you’re trying to say,

as well as what has brought here most of these ladies tonight.

Of course. The newspaper novel has been the talk of the town.

It is being discussed in every parlor, discussed and judged.

For some reason, though, no one deigned to ask me or Andrey Andreyevich

how much of the story is true.

You preferred to savor the juicy details that have nothing in common

with what had really happened.

So you are claiming it is all a lie?

No, why?

I really am a bondswoman. I was born a bondswoman.

I really was engaged to Aleksey Fiodorovich Kosach,

who was killed by the son of my master, Grigoriy Chervinskiy -

the man who harassed me, tried to kill me,

and did everything to ruin my happiness.

However, there was no vulgar courting in the barn or the manor,

so vividly described by your writer, Mr. Furs.

As well as I had no part in the death of Lidia Shefer,

who had bought me to mock me and torture me

and ordered to bury me alive next to my fiance’s grave.

[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]

Frol?

Hello, Mr. Zhadan.

I should have guessed where all of this was coming from.

Is Mr. Chervinskiy home?

He has just arrived. He is working in his study.

Call him, now.

As you can see, the reality wasn’t as juicy as the Kyiv Bulletin’s version,

but at least it’s the truth.

My God, what a touching story.

Maybe I deserve to be judged,

but not at the expense of the children from the St. Barbara Orphanage.

Mother Evlampiya can tell you that these children have no one in this world.

They have no one to help them.

They have no toys, their clothes are old and shabby,

and the nuns struggle to feed them all.

But we have a chance to make their life better right now!

It’s easy to make a choice between hypocrisy and kind heart.

I’m with you, Katerina Stepanovna.

These are my lots. I’m ready.

I’m with you!

We, too. Here is our lot!

- Me, too! - Me, too!

Maybe we should join in, Rogneda Vasilyevna.

It is about the poor children, after all.

I won’t stay another minute.

Don’t you dare leave, Rogneda Vasilyevna,

or you’ll turn a small loss into a glaring fiasco.

[SAD MUSIC]

My lot is in, too.

Thank you, Anna Grigoryevna.

Well, let us begin.

Mr. Zhadan. What a wonderful surprise.

Honestly, I was starting to lose hope to ever see you again.

I’m sorry for submitting you to such a lengthy wait.

I have a lot on my plate, as you can understand.

I had an urgent letter to send.

Take a seat, please.

There is no sense in standing up, and we have a lot to discuss, don’t we?

How is your spouse? Is she healthy? Is she content?

What do you want?

You’re right. Why pussyfoot around?

I want to take what is mine by right. My estate, my manor, my land.

You have to give Chervinka back to me, Mr. Zhadan.

Twenty rubles one, twenty rubles two, twenty rubles three. Sold.

Congratulations, Mrs. Bukhteyeva, the perfume is yours.

All perfumes are sold. I can’t believe it.

Ladies, I expect you all at my store in Podvalnaya St., near the Golden Gate.

These are my cards with the address.

Thanks to your generosity, your lots, especially Olga Platonovna’s perfumes,

today we were able to raise 4118 rubles for St. Barbara Orphanage.

Here.

I never imagined we would be able to raise so much.

Thank you for believing in me.

People in parlors seldom talk about these poor abandoned children

and the fact that, had it not been for the serfdom and cruel masters,

they would have mothers and fathers and a childhood in their own home.

So your auction has given us more than these 4,000 rubles today,

Katerina Stepanovna.

Our orphanage has received a generous gift from a donor

who had learned about our troubles from you.

I recognize Andrey Andreyevich’s big heart.

Now I understand why he isn’t here.

It’s so like him, doing a good deed and avoiding coming to the place

where this fact might be made public.

No, no. Our benefactor isn’t Mr. Zhadan.

It’s a Polish prince. Yablonevskiy, I believe.

He asked to keep it a secret.

Peace be with you, Katerina Stepanovna. I must be on my way.

Goodbye.

Congratulations, Mrs. Zhadan.

You have taught the Kiev society a good lesson.

But why bondsmen’s children? Why did you choose them?

Mr. Furs, you are fishing for another sensational feature?

Your next article lacks colorful details?

Olga Platonovna, my respect.

I must admit that society events are boring without your easy wit.

Let me introduce myself.

Gennadiy Yakovlevich Furs, editor-in-chief of The Kiev Bulletin.

Gennadiy Yakovlevich, I don’t seek fame or recognition.

I didn’t hold this auction for the sake of getting on your front page. Goodbye.

Olga Platonovna, can you tell me…

Do you really think that I talked lightly to you and the priest about my happiness?

Do you think I’ll yield to you after what you two have said to me?

This is hopeless.

He has just lost the love of his life, and the actor is hopping around

as if he’s trying to show off his long legs,

yelling so loud that it makes my ears hurt.

What an apt remark.

I’m so happy that you’re here, Larisa Viktorovna.

What time is it?

It’s 5 p.m. Ten to five.

I’ve lost track of time. It’s time for me to go.

Larisa Viktorovna, can I ask you a favor?

We are auditioning actresses for Galochka tomorrow at the same hour.

Promise me that you’ll come. You were made for this role.

Aleksey Matveyevich, this is impossible. I’m sorry.

- Please. - I have to run.

Larisa Viktorovna.

Actually, we aren’t doing so well.

We are swamped in debt, and we haven’t launched half of the planned facilities.

Thanks to Mrs. Bezus’s boycott,

clients are afraid to even look at my shop windows.

So you cannot imagine how grateful I am to you for today.

I think you have saved me.

Remember, one year ago you used to call me Katia.

You can keep calling me that if your offer of friendship still stands.

Believe me, I know how to be a good friend.

I believe you. And I could use a good friend right now.

Katerina Stepanovna.

Congratulations. The entire Kiev is talking about you.

This city loves to talk. I’m glad to see you, prince.

Let me introduce you to the most progressively-minded woman in Kiev,

the founder of the first perfume factory in the country,

Olga Platonovna Rodzievich.

The man with a big heart, Prince Stefan Yanovich Yablonevskiy.

[MELLOW MUSIC]

I’ve heard a lot about your talents, Olga Platonovna.

I can’t reciprocate, Stefan Yanovich.

People talk mostly about your appearance and family situation.

How regrettable it is to realize the futility of your existence.

I wanted so badly to be an interesting personality.

Katia, if you ever need anything - money, advice, or simply companionship,

you can count on me.

Prince, secret charity suits you more than this coxcombry. Goodbye.

[NO AUDIO]

Don’t be angry at Mother Evlampiya.

She did everything she could to protect your secret.

All right, I won’t.

But in exchange you will take a walk with me and tell me how it went.

What the hell can she be doing at the park for so long?

- Did she say anything else? - No, Piotr Ivanovich.

I have just put Lev Petrovich to bed.

You asked to make sure she doesn’t coddle your son too much.

You can go, Frol. You stay!

How is Lev Petrovich?

He was crying, but then he accepted it that his mother won’t come.

- He is asleep now. - Asleep. So all is well and good.

Piotr Ivanovich.

Piotr Ivanovich.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

I’m sorry, sir. The baby is awake. I have to run.

Goddamn it.

Aren’tyou afraid for your reputation?

I mean I’m not the best company for decent people.

Katerina Stepanovna, I must say I thought you would cancel the auction.

It’s an open secret that this city’s renowned philanthropist ladies

were throwing mud at you at the parlors.

Not just the parlors.

Rogneda Vasilyevna even came here to demonstrate her indignation.

She brought The Kiev Bulletin’s editor-in-chief, too.

Katerina Stepanovna, I want you to know

that I didn’t believe a single word in the newspapers.

I’m very sorry that the rules of the auction

banned me from attending it.

I wanted to support you.

Even though I know that Andrey Andreyevich must have been there

and protecting you from their attacks.

I admire you, though.

Doing good in spite of everything.

Andrey wasn’t there.

[SAD MUSIC]

He didn’t come.

God, you can’t imagine how humiliating it was.

They looked at me as if I were a laughing stock, a toy,

not a person with a soul and feelings.

I didn’t feel that horrible even when I was being sold.

[SAD MUSIC]

[HOOFS CLOPPING]

He gave me two days to decide. If I say no, there will be a new article.

I didn’tthink the old devil from Nezhin

was able to come up with something like this

What are you going to do?

Chervinka belongs to Katia. I can’t close the deal without her.

- But Katia… - What about Katia? Don’t you understand?

After what we had endured because of that man…

Maybe you should try to convince her.

Now everything is quiet, and any brouhaha would…

What are you talking about? As if I don’t understand it myself.

Why are we going so slowly?

We should have been at the hospital two hours ago.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

- I’m sorry… - I didn’t mean to offend you.

Excuse my expansiveness, Stefan Yanovich. You didn’t offend me at all.

It’s just that you are the only one who understands

how important this auction was for me and what I felt there.

You have nothing to apologize for.

Besides, my coat isn’t soaked at all. You can cry some more if you want to.

It is an appealing offer,

but I’m afraid you wouldn’t avoid newspaper’s attention then.

Arkhip Ivanovich, are you looking for me?

Mrs. Zhadan, your husband is here looking for you.

Thank you. Tell him I’ll be right with him.

Thank you, Stefan Yanovich, and not just for your donation to the orphanage.

I’m so, so happy that your business had brought you to Nezhin once.

[SAD MUSIC]

You’re almost there. All you need is one last strike.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

So you just capitulated before this country girl in front of everyone?

Rogneda Vasilyevna, is that really you? I don’t recognize you.

Your sarcasm is very inappropriate.

I don’t care what your relationship with this man is,

but he can’t come here anymore.

I demand that you shut the door of our house

for this pauper prince Zhadan and his wife!

No.

What?

Didn’t you hear me? I won’t have this disrespect!

Or what? Will you tell on me to your father?

He has been behind the veil for over a year, God rest his soul.

I’ve been putting up with this farce for ten years.

Your belligerent piety! Enough, Rogneda Vasilyevna.

- Now you listen to me! - How dare you talk to me like this?

Yes, I dare. As you have correctly mentioned, I am your spouse,

and I’m the one to know the real price of your so-called mercy.

Do you like to be seen as a model of high moral

and tar with a brush everyone you don’t like?

If it pleases you, so be it.

But leave alone Mr. Zhadan and his wife. Goodbye.

Where are you going so late, Yevgeniy Antonovich?

I’m afraid you won’t like my answer, so I’ll pretend I haven’t heard you.

[SAD MUSIC]

Professor said you are going to go back to the hospital as soon as tomorrow.

Do you mind?

- I… No, of course not, but… - All right.

[SAD MUSIC]

Katia, I know you have every right to be angry.

But I wasn’t with you today only because I was trying to protect you.

I know now who and why is publishing these vulgar articles.

I needed you, Andrey. Don’t you understand?

I needed you there, in front of all these people.

Remember, you said in Zurich that I could always, always rely on you,

that you will always be there for me, even when my guarding angel turns away.

- Katia. - I trusted you!

- Listen to me, please. - No, Andrey.

It was a hard day. I don’t want to talk about anything.

[SAD MUSIC]

Oh. Mr. Malevanny. Have you mixed up the houses?

I see you at my kitchen more often than your customers see you at your store.

I didn’t come here to see you, Pavlina Yosypivna.

I owe your mistress an apology.

Andrey Andreyevich has done so much for me,

and there I was, spreading the rumors like an old wife.

So I closed the store and came here to ask for her forgiveness.

Maybe you aren’t hopeless yet, Mr. Malevanny.

Thank God, I finally hear you talking sense.

- Are they here? - Yes.

To the dining room, quick. Let’s set the table.

They are here, but they don’t want their dinner.

I think they have fought.

Katerina Stepanovna went straight to Orysia,

and Andrey Andreyevich locked himself up in his study,

sulky and asking for coffee.

Oh! Were they jinxed or what? What could have possibly gone wrong?

Sleep, my beautiful child, hush-a-by

Ma’am, Lev Petrovich has been asleep for quarter of an hour.

Go have some rest, Liza. I’ll stay with him.

- But, Larisa Viktorovna… - Go away! I want to be with my son.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Who could it be so late?

Mother?

Will you offer me some tea?

Of course.

Take a seat.

[CUPS CLINKING]

I’ll do it.

- Can I go, ma’am? - Yes. Come back tomorrow at 7.

Good night.

Who is this girl?

She lives next door and comes to help me every morning and evening.

- Don’t you have a maid? - Mother.

What are you doing here? Did Father send you?

I’m sure you wouldn’t dare visit me without his permission.

We heard about today’s auction.

Father demands that you stopped disgracing his name.

What?

My perfumes were a great success at today’s auction.

Yes, Anna Grigoryevna mentioned it. Olia…

He is ready to forgive you and take you back in

on the condition that you sell your factory

and stop socializing with Zhadan and, more importantly, with his wife.

- Olia, did you see the newspapers? - Oh God, the newspapers.

What will people think?

Mother, Katia deserves more respect than all of you taken together.

As for my name, please tell father it’s the only one I have at the moment,

so he’ll have to accept it.

I’m not going to sell the factory, and I’m not going to discuss it, either.

[SAD MUSIC]

You haven’t even opened it.

You have to understand. If your father sees it, he’ll be very upset…

- Olia… - Mother. Please go.

[SAD MUSIC]

Did she do it all by herself?

Without any help from a husband or father?

Yes, Orysia, all by herself.

She created the formula, launched the factory,

and even designed the packaging.

Katerina, stop stuffing Orysia’s head with this newfangled nonsense.

She has a husband. Orysia’s job is raising her kids, that’s all.

There is something important we wanted to talk to you about.

Yes?

Yes, Katrusia.

Katerina Stepanovna, if you’re willing,

Orysia and I want you to be our baby’s godmother.

Thank you. It’s so…

- Is it a yes? - Of course!

She’s hungry again.

She’s as big as a thumbnail, but she eats as much as her father.

Don’t get up, I’ll bring her to you.

Hello, Zoria. You are as beautiful as your mother.

She is so kind, so brave, so strong. The best in the world.

Don’t say that. You are making me feel all hot.

How often do you feel hot after the labor?

It’s happening all day today.

Sometimes I can’t breathe, that’s how hot I am.

Everything is swimming in front of my eyes.

Mom used to say it happens when your milk comes.

Orysia! You’re burning!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Thank you for coming so quick.

TEN YEARS AGO. KIEV

I’m sorry, Andrey, but I have no one else to ask for help,

and you said I could rely on you no matter what.

Even if your guarding angel turns away from you, I’ll still be there for you.

Vera Maksimovna, I remember everything, and I will stick to my word.

Tell me, please, how I can help you.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Darling. You’re here.

- Andrey… - I’m sorry.

We are in trouble. I’m afraid it’s fatal.

To the hospital, quick! As quick as you can!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Pain came to your enemy’s house.

He is rushing over hedge and ditch to get a doctor.

Katia?

Her maid.

Your heart is beating too hard.

This woman is clouding your judgement.

Have you changed your mind about going all the way?

Tell me how I can repay my debt, then.

Everybody is dead.

THE CAUCASIAN MOUNTAINS

Are you happy?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

You helped the hand of fate deliver vengeance.

Now I owe you double.

Your enemies are my enemies.

Give me their names, and I will bring you their heads.

I have only one enemy, and I must kill him with my own hands.

That’s all I care about it in this life.

Then I’ll stay around until your hand takes his life

and your soul finds peace in revenge.

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I remember everything, Adil. I remember everything.

This pain is here. It’s with me every night.

I can’t just take it and tear it out.

But her… She didn’t do anything wrong, don’t you understand?

Neither did your wife,

but he took her life.

Take his wife from him.

Kill her if you can’t take her. An eye for an eye.

Doves are coming, doves are COMING

God, where is that doctor?

Nazar, let’s go for a walk.

It’s so nice outside. The sun is shining.

Orysia, what are you talking about? It’s dark outside.

- The poor thing is hungry. - Pavlusia.

- Yeah? - We should find a wet nurse.

Meanwhile, let Irina Dorofeyevna watch Zoriana.

A wet nurse? Why?

Orysia doesn’t like strangers around her baby.

She will be fine as soon as her fever breaks.

Everything will be fine.

I’m so cold…

Why is there a door in the ceiling?

Is it a place for a door?

- Orysia… Conserve your strength. - What is it doing there?

Oh God…

Professor is in surgery. Dr. Solod agreed to come.

Arkhip Ivanovich, I’m so happy that you’re here.

She has a fever. We have been trying to break it for an hour.

Is this the woman whose baby you had delivered?

Yes.

It’s my fault. I missed something.

How did the birth go?

There were complications. The baby is big. I had to suture.

The placenta was born without a problem.

All in all, everything was fine. Arkhip Ivanovich, is it…

Unfortunately, yes. It’s puerperal fever.

[THEME MUSIC]