one person, just one...
...looked at me a little more closely...
...than everyone else
And didn't let me remain...
...in my lonely wretchedness.
Now I'm done.
Well...
That's a touching story of salvation,
but it's your story.
And you didn't kill anyone.
But this is a story of murder
Testimony from the old man
in the apartment below...
...who heard arguing,
and the boy yelling "I'll kill you".
The boy says he didn't kill
his adoptive father.
What would he say? "I killed him"?
- Then we wouldn't be here.
- His words seemed sincere.
He can barely express himself
in Russian.
What? Enough already!
What are you saying? Listen!
I don't give a damn
how he speaks Russian.
But excuse me. You're all adults.
Shame on you! Look around!
It's not our city anymore.
They've taken over.
Everything! The markets, casinos,
hotels. It's all theirs.
Yesterday I tried to drive down
Theater St. In my taxi.
Eight lanes!
Eight lanes, all full!
Full of their Bentley-shmentleys,
Mercedes.
It was some kind of wedding.
Songs! Dancing!
I thought they'd start shooting in the air.
And this was a 3-minute walk
from the Kremlin!
This isn't Moscow anymore.
It's Baku-shmaku, whatever...
And me, a native Muscovite,
I feel like an alien in my own city.
And the boy?
What about him?
You're trying to defend him, right?
Remember how they said...
...he argued with his father
the day before?
Imagine a Russian kid.
What would a Russian kid do?
He might get angry, curse him out...
...maybe run away.
But he wouldn't pick up a knife.
But that savage, your boy,
that animal...
...he'd hide his anger and then go back
to cut his throat and stab him!
I've heard enough.
Savage? We live in the 21st century,
you know?
And there's no need to exaggerate.
It's an enormous job we're doing.
We? Who's we? Who? Who's we?
- Democratic forces.
- What?
What kind of forces?
Oh, Lord.
I agree.
I'm not talking about that, I mean...
They're bastards. Bastards.
One on one they're OK,
but if there's more of them...
One time I was on a train, on vacation.
Four of those animals, one with a knife.
They robbed me.
Two were holding my arms,
and one went through my pockets.
I wasn't really scared,
I was just nervous.
One gassed me, right in the nose.
I came to in Simferopol.
Later, I saw 2 of them
in the market in Alushta...
They recognized me...
...and started to lick my sandals.
Our people surrounded them.
I was disgusted. I grabbed them
and carried them.
I kicked them in the ass.
I twisted my ankle and
barely made it home.
And now I have pain in my groin.
Are you a doctor?
- I'm a surgeon.
- Thank you.
I don't need a surgeon yet,
I use a salve.
They're bastards.
Bastards.
If he didn't kill him, what difference
does it make how he speaks Russian...
...esteemed gentlemen of the jury?
That's right.
Do you like it?
Yeah.
Look how pretty it is.
Thanks.
Umar!
Go home!
Go home and do your homework.
Volodya.
Sorry, my father's calling me.
Homework.
Don't worry. You'll get your chance
to fight the Russians.
Hey, friend,
school won't teach him to fight.
What'd you say, friend?
You mind your own business.
We'll deal with this at home
by ourselves.
Volodya, go home. Umar.
Come here, little wolf.
Let's go.
He who has hidden his head under his wife's
petticoat will never find his head again.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
By the way, I asked them to bring
the knife from the murder.
Why?
In court they kept stressing that
it was an unusual knife, special.
And that...
Thank you.
And that only that kid had one.
You remember?
In court they kept saying that it was...
...a unique knife.
Special.
Here.
Let me see.
Yeah. This is a specialized knife.
Used by some units
of the special forces.
Similar to the American model
CQC-7 "hand to hand combat".
Made by Ernst Emerson.
It's monogrammed.
The kid could've brought this knife
from Chechnya.
They're black market there.
You can't buy a