" gains!
- Be quiet, dad!
- Scared you, didn't I?
Why don't I just kick you lightly
and throw you off my property!
Dad, I've had enough of your barracks-style
sense of humor... Why the kicking?
And why so arrogant, son-in-law?
Who the hell are you??
This is MY summerhouse!
Don't argue, the workers
might hear you...
Let everyone hear:
it's MY summerhouse!
Listed as yours...
but built with my money!
- Try and prove it!
- Oh, stop it, will you?
You live your
life by proxy!
The car's under your wife's name,
summerhouse's under mine - you have nothing!
Why? Why must I live like this??
Dear god, what for? Why?
Me, a person with higher education,
has to sneak around, adapt...
and wriggle! Why can't I live
freely, openly?
- Oh, when will it end?
- Never! What do you mean, though?
Do you realize what
I could do to you,
just like that,
for that??
- I do... I know.
- He's scared!
Show him some mercy, daddy!
This guy must never forgot who I am!
While he's just an ordinary scoundrel!
I probably should
kick you after all!
- Who is it?
- Luba, it's me!
- What happened? Another trap?
- No, it went ok this time.
You're going away?
A business trip?
Right now?
At night?
Don't blame me... I have to...
because, you see,
business trips are
a complex thing to arrange...
Luba? There's no need
to get so upset...
I'll be back in a few days.
I'll right you from there, ok?
Luba? I am very upset too...
Don't you see?
- Excuse me! Hello!
- Hello.
- Our car, there's a problem
when it turns right. - I'll take a look.
- Yes. Also, when shifting gears
it makes this ticking... - I'll give a listen.
- And the front-right wheel overheats...
- I'll give it a feel.
- Yes. Also, two days ago the car
smelled like gas all day... - I'll smell it.
- I think it's the...
- Open the garage, will you?
Well, where's the car?
- Comrade Commander...
- Hello! - Hello.
I see you're traveling alone. Please,
could you help me start this piece of junk?
- Help start the motorcycle?
- Yes, can't do it alone. - With pleasure!
No... battery's dead!
I've asked them a thousand time
to get me a new bike...
- Yes, you can't live with an
old battery... - Tell me about it...
- So? On three?
- Let's give it a try!
Get on!
Ok, now give us a boost!
Come on, little boost, little boost...
- Ok, stop! I can see you're
out of breath. - A bit, yeah.
- Well, now let me push you around.
- What's the point?
Listen, friend. Let's tow it
with your Volga. You got a cable?
Oh, who knows what's in there...
I can't remember.
I'll have a look.
Got tow-rope!
We're good!
- It's fixed! Thank you, friend.
You saved me! - Don't mention it...
- People are friends to one another.
- That's excatly right!
I was in trouble - you helped.
If you were in trouble -
I'd help.
Together we work at a common goal:
you - your way, and I mine. - Exactly!
Say, friend, is there
a telegraph nearby?
Not far.
Get in, I'll escort you.
"GAS STATION"
I would like to ask for 5 days vacation
due to the grave health situation...
...situation of... of...
my beloved nephew. Thank you.
Oh? Oh?... Right, I see.
Writing it down...
Right!
- Relaxing?
- Yep.
- Is something wrong?
- No, no... Nothing.
- Who's the owner?
- Yeah, who's the owner??
Me.
- The documents for it!
- The docum--...
I apologize.
The chase! What thriller story
can do without it?
One runs, the other keeps up.
This - is the unbreakable genre rule.
A thriller without a chase, is like...
life without love.
Detochkin loved children.
He had no choice.
Detochkin saw that
it was over.
He felt like shutting his eyes close...
but feared of hitting schoolchildren.
But the inspector also loved children,
and couldn't honorably cede to Detochkin.
- You're nicked, brother!
- Oh, yeah?
From the Police, it's useless to...
What the hell? Wait up!
- You! Don't drive off! Wait!
- So, brother?
What "so?"
It's the battery again...
I did warn you