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THE PATH TO PARADISE BEGINS IN HELL. DANTE ALIGHIERI

INSPIRED BY TRUE EVENTS

THE FILM WAS MADE THANKS TO THE COURAGE OF UKRAINIAN WARRIORS

Kostiantyn Kiastutysovych Gudauskas

is hereby found not guilty of the criminal offense

under Article 130, part two, of the Criminal Code

of the Republic of Kazakhstan

and shall be acquitted due to lack of criminal evidence.

Do you understand the court’s decision?

Yes.

You now have the opportunity to leave the country legally.

I strongly recommend you take it.

AUGUST 24, 2021

HOVERLA

Come on! He who does not give up is invincible.

Uncle Kostia, you must have come up with that.

No, that wasn't me. That was Dante Alighieri.

Who's that?

The Divine Comedy.

He descends into Hell there. Haven’t you read it?

Nope. I flew on a devil instead.

- How's that? - We did a Gogol play at the orphanage.

I played the blacksmith Vakula.

The mountains look like the ones in Kazakhstan.

Do you miss it?

If I hadn’t escaped,

I’d be serving a long sentence right now.

So I’m grateful to Ukraine for giving me shelter.

Then happy holiday to you.

Happy Independence Day.

SIX MONTHS LATER

Around five a.m., Russia attacks Ukraine…

…the state border has been violated…

…Russian armor and vehicles are entering…

…the explosions were heard…

…Russian occupants are there…

…first air-raid alerts in the Kyiv region…

…have to be careful…

…tense situation…

…turn on your TV and listen to the notifications…

I’ve decided to conduct a special military operation.

You bastard!

The Armed Forces of Ukraine are fighting fierce battles,

repelling attacks…

INCOMING CALL HAIDE

- Hello? - Hello, Kostia.

Hello, Haide. I’m glad you called. Tell me, what should I do?

- Run or wait a bit longer? - Kostia, listen. Are you in Bucha now?

- Yes. - Great. I need your help.

The family of one of our scouts is in Yasnohorodka, near Dymer.

The Russians are already there. Could you get them out?

Why me? I’m no special forces guy.

You’re a citizen of a country friendly with Russia.

We think they’d let you through. The Russians have lists.

The family could be taken hostage or murdered.

Haide…

no offense, but no.

- I can't do it. - Kostia,

did you forget we helped you get your refugee status?

Yes, I remember. I’m very grateful, but this isn’t my business.

- Maybe our military could… - Kostia?

Kostia?

ATM

We’re working this zone.

First category:

ATO veterans, Nats, their families.

Second: government officials.

We’re taking the latter to headquarters,

working with the first ones on-site.

- Understood? - Roger that!

We are declaring martial law

across the entire territory of our country.

A minute ago, I spoke with President Biden.

The United States has already started rallying

international support. Today, you,

all of you must stay calm,

and please stay home if possible.

- We’re working, the army’s working… - Stop!

- …the entire security sector is working… - The Russkies are already there.

BILA TSERKVA

Hello, Uncle Kostia, are you okay?

Hi, Dima, how are you?

I’m at the recruitment center to join the army.

Dima, you can’t do that because of your health.

But they don’t know that.

You shouldn’t. You’re not Vakula.

No, I can’t just sit and wait.

- Did you fill out the form? - No.

Here.

Sorry, I’ll call you back later.

Look what I’ve built.

Give it back!

Give the car back!

Mom, will they come for us soon?

I don’t know, sweetie. There’s no connection.

Mom, I’m scared.

Is this Dad?

No. They said they’d knock twice. Hide.

Freeze!

Clear.

Hello.

Don't worry.

I’m Nikolay Ivanovich.

We’re just conducting a routine check.

We’re looking for Andrey Vasylievich.

He’s not here. He’s in Kyiv.

When was he supposed to return?

I don't know. He left a week ago.

Actually, he was called there.

I see.

And who are you to him?

I’m his son. My name’s Pasha.

Follow me.

I see a white car.

Is that a fucking Tesla?

Get out of the car.

Your ID.

Which country’s citizen are you?

- Kazakhstan. - Fucking hell!

Even Kazakhs here are driving Teslas!

- What are you doing in Khokhliandiya? - Living and working.

Where are you going? What’s the purpose?

To Yasnohorodka. To pick up my family.

No one’s going to harm you! We come in peace!

My wife’s pregnant. The atmosphere is tense.

In three days, it’ll be over. We’ll pass through like it’s a parade.

Clear! Hey!

How long does it take to charge?

- All night. - Fuck me!

- All right, go on through. - Thank you.

Don’t worry, Kazakhs, you’re next!

Open up.

They left early this morning.

Yuniia Markovna. I live on this street…

You know, they were loading things up at 6 a.m.

I didn’t sleep. I’m used to waking up early.

But with this news, who can sleep?

That's it. And, you know,

there’s another family four houses down:

a man, his wife, three kids:

two sons and a daughter. The man’s in the military.

Either in reconnaissance, or… I don’t know.

But he's a big gun.

Thank you.

Are you from Haide?

Let's go.

Do you think our guys will hold Kyiv?

If they take Hostomel Airport, it’ll be tough.

They dropped paratroopers this morning.

- About thirty helicopters. - Yeah, I saw.

Our guys have already made one crash-landing in the water.

Here, the road’s bad,

but there’s no one around. Do you know Sashko?

No, no. I’m just helping out.

I served with his father. What a man he was!

Stop! Damn!

Take it slow.

Here.

Help me.

Whup!

- Come on. - Take it slow.

Hold on.

They’re already looking for you. We need to leave urgently.

Wait. Throw away all your documents.

- How do we get by without them? - What if they find them?

Yes.

My name’s Kostia. And yours?

- Ksyusha. - Dania.

Mark.

Ksyusha, Dania, Mark. Listen carefully.

Until you see your dad,

no matter who asks or when, just say I’m your dad, okay?

I promise I'll get you to your dad.

Let's go.

Come on.

As I said, this is my family.

Where are their documents?

They have no documents.

No belongings. A shell hit our house.

At least everyone’s alive.

Open the trunk.

Why are you so nervous?

Are these really your kids? Be silent!

Roll down the window.

What’s your mom’s name?

Liuda.

Hey, little one! What’s your dad’s name?

Kostia.

Go on through.

- My boys! - Dad!

Marko, Danyk.

- How are you? - Okay.

Attaboys, my superheroes.

Why didn’t you come for us? I was so scared!

Ksiushenka, sorry, Dad couldn’t make it. Sorry, sweetie.

- Dad! - Everything’s going to be okay.

Get in the car. Come on.

One at a time.

I'll get in yours.

Thank you.

If something had happened to them, I--

I’ll send them to Chernivtsi.

My brother and his wife are there. At least I’ll be able to focus on work.

They took off from the Caspian. There’s about forty minutes left.

What’s this?

I won’t take it.

What do you want?

I need the passwords for the checkpoints to get through.

I’ll try to get some more people out.

Do you realize how lucky you were? Really lucky.

Next time it might be different.

My advice: better leave the city.

All right, take care.

Wait.

Your little girl forgot her frog.

Hello, you want to leave Bucha, right?

I have a free seat, I can pick you up. Wait for me. I’ll be there at four.

Can you imagine?

Just what we need.

- Hurry up. - What?

Hurry up! Two or three spots, we’re good. We’ll make some money and head home.

Hold it!

Who allowed this?

- Nobody, we just-- - Sort it out.

Are you fucking deaf?

- The question was asked! - No one. Just us.

All in the car.

- Quickly! - Yes, sir.

Come on, hurry up.

Ms. Nadia, are you planting flowers? Now? It's dangerous.

Ira, don’t worry. It’s warmer now, they won’t be killed by frost.

What frost? There is shelling!

I’ll be quick.

Lesia will find out and she’ll scold you.

Freeze!

- Spotters? - No, we’re planting flowers.

- Spotters, for sure. - Into the car.

Quickly, in the car!

Come on, faster!

Russian troops have attacked Snake Island in the Black Sea.

They issued an ultimatum to Ukrainian border guards

demanding surrender.

This is a Russian warship, I repeat,

this is a Russian warship. I suggest you lay down your weapons and surrender,

otherwise, we will strike.

Russian warship, go fuck yourself.

We begin our operational news block.

The occupiers are restless.

Towards the evening, the enemy again started

massive shelling of Ukrainian cities.

Explosions were heard near Kyiv. In Kharkiv, the Russians once again

shelled a residential area and damaged

the gas pipeline…

Alive? Can you move?

Be careful, hold your head.

What? They won’t cooperate?

What do you mean "afraid"?

They should be afraid of us.

Fuck.

We’re here forever, just say it.

Comrade Colonel.

The guys from the second battalion caught two spotters.

They were adjusting the fire.

What spotters? It's our job.

So, what do we do with them?

To the basement.

- Listen, we didn’t do anything! - Shut up!

Faster!

Over here!

Hand!

Stand still!

Hey!

No! I won’t let you!

Don't touch her!

Should I finish her off? Go ahead.

No!

Can you hear me?

Where am I?

We have a temporary field hospital here. You’ve been concussed.

How are you feeling?

- My head's buzzing. - That's normal.

Lucky we got you out of the car, otherwise you’d have burned alive.

You should leave.

You’re not the first to tell me that.

Maybe it’s better not to test God’s patience?

I’ll try to get to Kyiv.

There’s a battle on Peremohy Avenue in Kyiv.

Better head west.

- Hello, Haide. - Hi, Kostia, are you still in Kyiv?

I need your help urgently.

Haide, listen. I’ve already paid my debt.

Kostia, the chief doctor from Bucha contacted us.

They have a girl in critical condition, Katya Martynenko, seven years old.

She needs to be taken to the neurosurgery center urgently.

Wait a minute, okay?

Her mother and brother died during the shelling.

- She has a shrapnel wound to the head. - Say that again.

Kostia, apart from you, we have no one else.

Kostia, can you do it? We’ll find a car for you.

Akhmat is strong!

Banderites, we know you want to surrender.

You still have one day. Tomorrow we will destroy all of you!

There will be no mercy for you, devils.

Take a look.

Forget about three days. Don’t listen to those court propagandists.

They just say whatever orders they get.

They’ve already babbled about the “eight years” and the “Kyiv partners.”

Hey! What are you doing there?

The car won’t start. We were going to get water.

Car? Can’t you see we're filming?

Okay, don't worry.

Everything is as planned. With some nuances, but still.

By the way, tell your mom I found the medicine.

Allahu Akbar!

Idiots.

No, no. It’s fine.

I’ll call you back.

Can you hear me, TikTokers?

Go to the mountains and film your TikToks there.

He is brave here.

Come to Chechnya, and we’ll talk to him differently.

I’ve already been twice.

In 1995 and 1999.

If I come a third time, you won’t like it.

Let's go.

- Let's go to Bucha. - Okay.

Let's have fun.

Stop!

Get out!

What are you doing here?

Helping people to get to the other side.

Show me your hands.

Listen, why do you care about these Nazis, huh?

If it were your family, I’d save them too.

I can protect my family myself,

Kazakh!

Yes, I’m Kazakh, and I’m proud of it.

When your people were deported, it was the Kazakhs who sheltered them

and kept them from starving.

Get out! Go back to where you came from. Got it?

Wait. I need to pick up an injured girl from the hospital.

Get out, I said!

Out! Faster!

Move it!

Come on!

PEOPLE LIVE HERE

Haide.

I couldn’t do it because…

I hate you!

I hate you!

Here we go. Your hand.

Okay.

Okay, gain strength.

Ira, Irochka, what did they do to you?

They interrogated me.

It’s okay.

How are you? How’s your leg?

Better.

The bleeding stopped. It barely hurts.

MARCH 1

What a cutie.

Hello.

What is your name?

Katia.

My daughter’s name is Katia too.

Here you go.

Go home. Go.

A curfew is in effect in the city.

For your own safety…

please follow these rules.

You may only go outside

from 10 to 12,

and only on your own street.

Every building must have a sign in Russian…

indicating the number of people inside.

Faster. Move it.

Line up.

On your knees, bitches!

Don’t worry.

You’re all normal people.

This is just filth.

We’re here to cleanse you

of this filth.

Hello, Masha, everything’s fine, I’m on my way home.

Don’t cry. Don't you know your mom?

I can handle anything.

Listen, this summer, we’ll go on holiday to the sea.

Okay, I’ll call you back later. It’s hard to pedal.

Hello, Kostia.

How’s Katia, the girl from the hospital?

I don’t know; there is constant shelling and no connection there.

Haide…

Yes?

I want to evacuate people again. Can you authorize me?

Kostia, no offense, but you're not ready.

I was scared of being killed. But now I’m ready.

Today, three volunteers were killed. They were just delivering food.

Haide, I want to help.

Want to help? Deliver humanitarian aid. That's also needed.

Sorry, I’m busy.

Come on, faster!

Over here.

Stand still!

Ms Nadia.

Lesia, you came.

How's Grandma?

What?

Lesia, is she okay?

Grandma?

Yes, she sent her love.

Ah, okay.

I want to plant

petunias in front of the house.

Lesia, will you help me?

Of course.

Okay.

We just need warmer weather.

It’s so cold.

Very cold.

You're such a good girl.

They didn’t take me into the army. They said I can't join without experience.

They’ll call if they need me.

- That's very good. - What’s good?

I'm staying here like a coward. Let me come there and help.

No, Dima, it’s really dangerous in Kyiv.

I could get killed by missiles in Bila Tserkva too.

The only difference is at least I'd be trying to do something.

I get it. Sorry, but no. I’m going to be leaving soon anyway.

Okay. I got it. Bye.

VORZEL

On December 13th, Zelensky himself handed it to Ihor Dmytrovych.

Congratulations.

How beautiful.

He never went to any award ceremonies, neither for the People's Artist,

nor for the Order of Yaroslav the Wise. He’d say, “Let them bring it to my house.”

But this time he said, “I’ll go myself for the Hero's Star.”

- Sveta… - What? I’m just saying it like it is.

Mom, Mom, I'm scared.

Calm down, it’s okay.

Is that shooting here? Is it us?

No. Not here. It's okay.

I'm here.

They say there’s evacuation from Irpin.

- And how do we get to Irpin? - How? On foot.

Ihor Dmytrovych won’t make it.

Neither will Mom.

But we can't stay here either.

DOBROBUT

Hello. I was asked to bring albumin vials.

Who is the albumin for?

It's for Katia Martynenko in Room 416.

Katia Martynenko? The girl from Bucha?

Are you her relative?

Can I take it in myself?

- Just put on a gown. - Thank you.

- Katia, hello. - Hello.

I brought you some medicine.

Can I take Vita with me to Italy? She’ll be treated there too.

I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. But I don't think it'll be a problem.

Thank you.

Katia, listen,

- I wanted to apologize to you. - For what?

I was supposed to take you from the hospital in Bucha.

But I couldn't.

Dad and I arrived in an ambulance yesterday.

Lida and Yulia were with us.

Lida has a head injury too, and Yulia lost an arm.

The soldiers didn’t want to let us through.

But the driver found another way, through the forest.

Because he’s brave. And I’m--

I'm not.

Don’t be upset.

Dad says the bravest are those who are scared but do it anyway.

These are delicious.

They stayed behind in the occupation.

There are those who can’t reach the evacuation points.

Did the scouts warn you?

I’m speechless, just speechless. They’ll kill you there!

Do you understand that every trip is a special operation?

It has to be planned.

You have to coordinate with the military to avoid friendly fire.

It takes a lot of time and resources.

Look!

Composer Ihor Poklad and his family can’t leave Vorzel.

Do you even know where your acquaintances live?

No, these are strangers.

So you don’t even know them! Even better.

Right now, military targets are the priority.

Military.

Sorry.

Of course, it’s not your family.

In Vorzel, you say?

Okay.

Listen up.

Through the dam, and you'll see an abandoned road.

You’ll get out through Rubezhivka to their internal checkpoint.

They have some kind of radar there.

If they ask about our positions, the checkpoints, the fortifications,

tell them the truth. Don't lie. It’s a test. They already know anyway.

That's it, end of the fucking journey.

You can hide a camera in the bumper. What do you think?

But if they find it, they’ll torture you, no passport will help. Understand?

Listen, fucker.

if I find bulletproof vest traces, you’re done.

The bravest are those who are scared but do it anyway.

There's food.

- No, that's dog food. - Fine, that'll do.

Take this phone, they’ll take it from you anyway.

Listen, maybe next time I can bring you some real food?

Eggs, bread, canned food… for you and for all the people?

That would be fucking awesome. Hey, and definitely some Coca-Cola.

So, is there a lot of military there?

A lot. White, Black, Latino,

NATO soldiers.

Damn it, bitch!

If you're gone too long or I find out you're wandering around the city,

poking around, I'll fucking shoot you.

At the entrance to Vorzel, there's this old lady, Taia.

Say hi to her from us. And remember everything she tells you.

- Good afternoon. - Noon.

- Grandma Taia? - Yes, and where are you from?

From our guys, from Shpytky.

Ah! That's good!

Remember this: today, a T-80U tank,

a Typhoon,

three Urals, and a BTR-80 have passed by.

- Eighty BTRs? - No.

One BTR-80.

Oh, I almost forgot, there were also three motorcycles.

Many thanks.

- Have a peaceful day. - You too, son.

Ihor Dmytrovych!

Ihor Dmytrovych.

Ihor Dmytrovych!

You?

I came to help. I saw the post on Facebook.

Can I bring the dogs? We have two dogs.

- Yes, take them all. - Thank you.

Let’s go.

We're leaving now.

Good afternoon.

Have we met before?

No, but I know you.

Do you want some water?

I thought no one would come for us.

Please don’t worry, everything will be fine.

How is this possible in the 21st century?

I thought the people wouldn't support Putin.

People would go to the streets, but it's the opposite.

They are supporting him.

And the artists? They all came here, performed,

they know there are no fascists here.

It's all for the money.

Dear God.

Again.

My nerves can't take this anymore.

If you want, we can pray.

The Lord is my Shepherd;

I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures,

He leads me beside still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for You are with me.

Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me all the days of my life.

MARCH 12

Bring the equipment into the territory.

Set up the security.

Draw up

a duty schedule.

- Do it and report back. - Yes, sir.

- Where are you going? - To the toilet.

The building is for officers only. Dig yourselves a hole.

Okay.

Over here.

Leha!

Hey!

I’ve got a business plan.

We gotta make a fucking video and then sell it.

What the fuck for?

Come here, I’ll explain.

I just want to bring some food.

What the hell are you thinking? I'm telling you you can't.

Do you understand what "you can't" means?

Yesterday, on your tip, they were fucking smashed.

And today you'll go there and say, "Hey, I am a volunteer"?

Kostia, they are not stupid. No, they are, but not that much.

If I don't go now, they will realize I have something to do with it.

Why are you so stubborn?

Go, before I've changed my mind.

Guys, let him through!

Oh, Coca-Cola! Canned meat.

PREMIERE THE DIRTY-FACED

THE SLIPPERS CHRISTMAS EVE

What bullshit.

This old guy’s a celebrity. Look, Zelensky’s handing him an award.

Maybe someone can explain to me…

If he’s such a big deal,

how did you miss him?

This is

Poklad.

A composer.

Remember the cartoons about the Cossacks? That's him.

Various operas.

Ukrainian ones.

Yagodin, remember this:

there are no Ukrainian composers,

operas,

and no Ukraine itself.

At all.

I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it that way.

Sorry.

Nikolay Ivanovich,

maybe you could play something for us?

Gentlemen! Pray play.

Help me.

Bravo.

Such great music! It's incredible.

For the great Russian culture!

For the great Russian culture!

Calm down. It's okay.

All is well.

That's it.

Calm down.

- Hello. - Dima.

Do you still want to save people?

Who is it?

Dima. He will be helping me.

Are you going to take people out by bus? Is this a tour for you, Kostiantyn?

These are orcs, Kostia, this is really dangerous!

Say it to those who are still there.

Okay, but I’m still not letting you through now.

There is shelling there now.

Kostia, tell me, what about that girl?

She’s been sent abroad for rehabilitation.

Bastards.

We’ll find them.

Kostia, I promise you. We’ll find each one of them.

And tell me this, why are you dragging a kid with you?

- I’m actually twenty. - Shh!

Don’t you see, adults are talking?

- Does your mom even know where you are? - I don’t have anyone.

I am from an orphanage.

It’s okay. Someday I’ll have a big house

and a big family.

Kostia…

if something happens to you, I'll kill you myself.

Comrade Colonel, here’s what you asked for.

Good afternoon.

What is your name?

- Vladimir. - That's a great name.

- Your patronymic? - Leonidovich.

Nice to meet you.

I am Nikolay Ivanovich.

Sit down.

Vladimir Leonidovich…

The gentlemen and I really need your cooperation.

I don’t know anything. I’m not military. I’m just a locksmith.

You’re underestimating yourself,

Vladimir Leonidovich.

I’ve been told you’re the best

in Bucha.

Do you need something repaired?

Come, I’ll show you.

Here.

It needs to be forced open without damaging the contents.

Well, I don’t do that kind of thing.

I mean, I don’t know how…

Come on.

Vladimir Leonidovich,

I don’t think that any special skills you don't have

are required here.

Besides, you’re not pressed for time.

No, I…

I can’t.

Vladimir Leonidovich,

this is a matter of life and death for me.

Or, rather, for you.

This is a matter of life and death.

What if I can’t do it?

At least try.

It doesn't hurt to try.

Once you are done, you’ll be free.

An officer's word.

After the occupiers' defeat in Trostyanets by the Ukrainian Army,

the commander of the 13th tank regiment,

which is part of the Kantemyriv division, shot himself.

That's it for the orc.

All right, you have one hour.

- What’s in the bags? - Food.

Load it in the car.

Quickly!

- That’s Dima, my friend. - Oh, thank you.

- Good afternoon. - Noon.

We brought some food for you.

Oh, that’s great. We can’t cook anything.

Smoke attracts the attention of those

pe-- non-people.

Any news?

They say there’s a rotation coming for them.

Our guys have shredded them well.

Some from Krasnoyarsk or Krasnodar will arrive. Go figure!

Oh, I'm fed up with them!

When’s the victory coming?

No later than April.

- Hello. - Hello.

You’re evacuating people, right?

- Yes. - Can you take us? All our stuff is packed.

Sorry, but there’s no space at the moment.

We can sit on laps!

We can’t take these bombings any longer.

Don’t worry.

I promise we’ll come back tomorrow at the same time, and we’ll get you.

- Okay? - Thank you.

Thank you very much.

MARCH 15

When the missile hit,

I prayed for three days for God to send an angel.

I lived through World War II.

When the Germans were here, I tasted chocolate for the first time.

I had three brothers who died in that war.

I saw the Nazis, the Fascists.

I never thought the Russians would bomb us.

We have to go. There’s another family we need to pick up.

When they found me…

all I had on me was this cross.

Nothing else.

It’s funny,

I spent my whole childhood thinking I was somehow guilty,

that I was bad.

Because good kids don’t get abandoned.

Good kids don’t get left behind.

It hurt so much that I was like that.

But we had Kharytyna Lukianivna.

A simple cleaning lady.

She must have been around eighty, maybe even older.

Nobody ever fired her because she’d been working

since the orphanage had opened.

And one time…

she came up to me and said,

“Dima, listen,

listen and remember:

we’re not to blame for the evil

others have done.”

This belongs to Poklad, a famous Ukrainian composer.

Take the body.

And burn it.

Yes, sir.

Stop!

Stop, I said!

Why the hell are you wandering around at night?

There's a curfew!

Sorry, we couldn’t find the address.

Who are you fucking kidding? Where are the other passengers?

All right, listen up! Full search! Strip down!

Why are you standing there? That goes for you too!

Would you make your mother do it, too?

- What-- - It's okay, son.

I'll strip down.

- Faster. - Listen,

this woman lost two brothers in the war.

And you want to join them?

Come on, move it!

We had an old woman here once, she was a spotter.

Come on.

I said everything off!

Give it to me.

Sorry about this all.

- Hello. - Kostia,

I’ve been told you’re not traveling alone. Is that true?

Yes, with Dima. Together, we can get more people out.

Don’t you get it? He has a Ukrainian passport.

His chance of getting killed is three times higher than yours.

Haide, I’m the one driving out here. I actually know the situation better.

Kostia, watch out.

We can’t forbid you, but we strongly recommend you don’t do it.

There were five of you spotted.

Where are the rest of the Nats?

I’ll throw this grenade

- down your collar, fucker. Got it? - Hold it!

Hide the grenade, you idiot.

Comrade Colonel,

we caught a Ukrainian saboteur.

There’s probably a few of them.

What’s with the shoulder?

We were removing a tattoo. They tattoo themselves with tridents.

Idiot.

Hello.

I am Nikolay Ivanovich.

Water?

You’re fascists.

Do you understand you’re fascists!

Why are you yelling…

if you’re right?

Yelling is…

a sign of weakness.

In this world, everyone’s the same.

If the Americans don’t like a government,

they just come and bring it down.

Yugoslavia.

Iraq, Afghanistan.

Libya, Syria. They just come up…

with a nice excuse.

The only difference between us is…

that we…

are honest.

We straight-up said:

"We want to change your government

to one that’s friendly to us. That’s all."

And you would go on living.

And trust me, you’d be living a lot better.

If your Zelensky

actually cared about his people,

he would’ve surrendered. But as it is,

we’ll get what we want anyway,

but thousands of people will die.

Innocent people, mind you.

Why should a young guy like you die?

You’ve got a life ahead of you.

- Got a wife? - Yes.

Kids?

A son.

Kirill, three years old.

Think about it.

How would your son grow up without his dad?

We don’t need much.

Information. And we’ll exchange you.

If you agree to cooperate, we’ll let you go.

An officer's word.

Stanislav Savitskiy.

- Second troop, 206th battalion. - Wait, not so fast.

- A cigarette? - Yeah.

Glory to Ukraine.

Grenade!

Fuck!

Hold on, bro.

- Who, what? - We're bringing humanitarian aid.

Those who were before you already saw us.

- A Kazakh? - Yeah, I’m a citizen of Kazakhstan.

- Who's this? - Dima. He’s helping me.

- Hey. - What's going on?

- No, wait! - Stop!

No! Dima!

He's a Banderite. He shouldn’t live.

You’ve got thirty seconds to leave.

Come on!

Kostia!

I was moving from Kyiv to Bucha,

hired some guys to help with the stuff.

One of them

was a skinny guy with glasses. Didn't really look like a mover.

Then,

following Kazakh tradition, I invited them all for lunch.

But they said, "No, thanks,

just pay us."

Only one guy asked if he could stay.

And he stayed.

We talked until night.

He told me he grew up in an orphanage.

What struck me…

was usually,

kids from orphanages are angry, bitter, against the whole world.

But he was so sweet…

so kind.

The first thing he did when he got his apartment-- do you know what it was?

He got a dog.

Because he didn't want to live alone.

I brought him

real Kazakh pilaf from a kazan. You know what he said?

"Now,

Uncle Kostia, you’re like a father to me."

"Like a father."

Father.

The worst sin is pride.

I killed my son because of it.

HAIDE

Who are you?

What, are you the very Kazakh?

Yes. Want an autograph?

Can’t you speak Russian, motherfucker?

I can, but we’re in Ukraine now.

- A fan of Ukraine? - Yes.

Don’t you know the history?

Your grandfathers fought alongside Ukrainians, spilled blood for this land.

And you?

Came here to kill their descendants?

- You're like Nazis. - Listen, we're following orders. Got it?

- I'm fed up with you. Go through. - I want to speak with the senior officer.

Comrade Colonel,

a citizen of Kazakhstan wants to talk.

Why did you come here?

My father’s Lithuanian,

my mother’s Jewish,

I grew up in Kazakhstan, studied in Russia.

If you don’t understand Ukrainian, I can speak Russian.

- Speak Russian, son of a bitch! - Hold it.

- Hold it. - Sorry.

Let him speak however he wants.

Looking for death?

Where did you study?

- In Yekaterinburg. - Can you believe it?

I lived there too, once.

On October Square.

Where exactly? In the theater?

There are no residential buildings on the square.

I’m God here.

So, what do you want?

Let me bury the people.

Which people?

Regular people.

Whose bodies are lying in the streets, torn apart by dogs.

Let them at least rest in their own land.

Why would a citizen of Kazakhstan die for Ukrainians?

Who told you this is their land?

For hundreds of years, it was Russian land.

The Russians rebuilt it and spilled blood for it.

In 1991,

Ukraine had 52 million people.

Now, barely 38 million are left. Who killed 14 million? Me?

I want to save this country.

And nothing will stop me,

because I know what’s at stake. There are things that come first.

This is about our survival. And I know for sure,

ten years of our rule, and we’ll straighten their brains out.

And anyone we don’t, well, that’s their choice.

I think these people lived just fine without you.

Why did you come here?

Looking for death?

No.

- I’m looking for God. - There is no God here!

Why would a citizen of Kazakhstan die for Ukrainians?

Because the hottest places in hell

are reserved for those who,

in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.

You can bury the dead.

Only where you find them.

We have an order to arrest her.

We’re volunteers, evacuating people.

I don't care.

We have information she’s a Nazi

and works at SBU.

What Nazi? She teaches Hebrew,

and her mother’s paralyzed, lying at home.

Mom… Mom!

You all have moms at home!

And we've heard all these stories before!

Take them away.

We’re in Ukrainian territory!

You have no right to arrest anyone here! Do you understand?

Get out of here!

Then you have to kill me.

No problem.

Well? Ready?

Been ready for a long time.

Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?

We have an order! Move aside!

Well, you’ll have to kill all of us to take them!

Back off! I said, back off!

We’re not giving them up!

Take the car!

Anyway, yesterday our convoy was coming back,

and there was a Tiger, two Typhoons.

Oh, damn! Bro, don’t get angry.

And they wrecked our Tiger, bro.

Our guys got thrown about four meters away from it, dammit.

- No way. - Well, there-- fuck…

arms are fucked up, legs are fucked up,

open motherfucking fractures. You can’t even fucking look at it.

So what…

And our guys started refusing to go. Like, what's the point?

And they’re fucking opening cases against them.

To imprison. And our boss, Smirnov, son of a bitch,

thinks of himself as a warlord.

He sends guys to the fucking firing line,

doesn’t give a fuck what they’re driving: UAZs,

motherfucking GAZelles.

Doesn't give a fuck. Oh, fuckerballs!

Give it to me.

Come on.

That's it.

It’s okay, we’ll gather our strength.

What strength? Who? Our plywood marshal?

Under Stalin, they would have been shot by now,

at best. The outcome is clear:

it's either us, or them.

Nikolay Ivanovich, we’ve got an emergency.

You need to see this.

What happened?

Water, please.

Looks like they took a rich house yesterday.

Got drunk in their joy, fought over the loot,

and shot each other.

Please, take me to the hospital.

- What about the 200ths? - Burn them.

APRIL 1

Are you out of your mind? Driving this sick?

So it’s easier for the orcs to hit or what?

This is the end!

- What? - Bucha and Vorzel have been liberated.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

Like I said, everything would end in April.

So, we won’t see each other again?

On the contrary. It was my ancestors who were always running.

I, a Lithuanian Jew who lived in Kazakhstan,

have realized that you can’t escape from evil.

You can’t make deals with evil.

You can’t buy evil off.

You have to fight it,

or

it will keep chasing you, no matter where you go.

Ukraine gave me a home,

and the Ukrainians took up the fight.

They showed everyone how to live.

They proved that it’s better to live in the dark, but with light in your heart,

in the cold, but with warmth in your soul. They didn’t run.

And I’ll never run again either.

We’ll never run again.

BUCHA

IN MEMORY OF ALL VICTIMS OF THE RUSSIAN AGGRESSION

DURING THE OCCUPATION OF THE KYIV REGION,

1374 CIVILIANS WERE KILLED.

IN SPRING 1941, THE SOVIET REGIME DEPORTED

KOSTIANTYN'S FAMILY TO KAZAKHSTAN.

SEVEN FAMILY MEMBERS

DIED OF HUNGER IN THE FIRST YEAR.

KOSTIANTYN GUDAUSKAS WAS CONVICTED IN KAZAKHSTAN.

HE WAS GRANTED REFUGEE STATUS IN UKRAINE IN 2019.

HE HELPED MORE THAN 200 UKRAINIANS LEAVE THE OCCUPIED TERRITORY.

HAIDE RIZAIEVA, A REPRESENTATIVE OF THE DEFENSE INTELLIGENCE OF UKRAINE,

KOSTIANTYN'S HANDLER, A CRIMEAN TATAR, WAS TWICE CAPTURED BY "LNR"

THE SCOUT'S WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO A GIRL.

SHE WAS NAMED YAROSLAVA.

KATIA MARTYNENKO, ALONG WITH MANY OTHER CHILDREN IN THE BUCHA HOSPITAL,

WAS SAVED BY NEUROSURGEON ANDREI SVYST.

IN ITALY, KATIA HAD A PIECE OF SHRAPNEL REMOVED FROM HER HEAD.

SHE WAS VISITED BY POPE FRANCIS.

OLEH KLIMTSOV AND VASYL CHEKAN WERE KILLED IN BUCHA ON MARCH 28

WHEN THEY WERE ABOUT TO GO FOR WATER.

GRANDMA TAIA LIVES IN VORZEL AND CAREFULLY NOTES IN HER DIARY

EVERYTHING SHE SEES.

THE HOUSE OF COMPOSER IHOR POKLAD WAS DEMINED.

HE AND HIS WIFE SVITLANA LIVE AT THEIR PLACE AGAIN.

THE OLD LADY WHO SANG "TWO COLORS" LIVES IN VORZEL WITH HER FAMILY.

SHE STILL MISSES HER DOG.

DIMA'S CHARACTER WAS BASED ON A FEW PEOPLE.

ONE OF THEM IS ANATOLII. HE IS ALIVE.

THE OTHER IS DMYTRO, WHO WAS KILLED BY RUSSIAN SOLDIERS

ONLY BECAUSE HE WAS UKRAINIAN.

THE PHOTO OF IRYNA FILKINA BECAME A SYMBOL OF BUCHA.

THE FILM FEATURED HER REAL LAST CONVERSATION WITH HER DAUGHTER.

How long will you be gone? A week?

No, I told you, two or three days.

Why are you freaking out? I just asked.

Now we have to start all over again.

And the situation is worse for us.

It's okay.

Now, everything will be different.

Everything will be serious.

Where are you going?

To Kherson.

Maybe we shouldn’t have come to Ukraine?

Dad, thanks! Exactly what I wanted!

CIVILIANS KILLED DURING THE OCCUPATION: KHERSON REGION - MORE THAN 1000

KHARKIV REGION - MORE THAN 2000 MARIUPOL - MORE THAN 25000

THE 64TH MOTORIZED RIFLE BRIGADE, WHICH HAD OCCUPIED BUCHA,

WAS AWARDED A TITLE OF GUARDS BRIGADE BY VLADIMIR PUTIN.

MANY OF THOSE WHO TOOK PART IN THE OCCUPATION GOT ORDERS AND MEDALS.

THE MAJORITY OF RUSSIAN WAR CRIMINALS HAVE NOT BEEN PUNISHED.

Subtitle translation by Hanna Voloshyna