like to know
your ideas on technicalities.
He's busy at the moment,
I'll tell him. Good bye.
It's very good.
Two years ago I asked you to help
a Russian hockey player in Chicago?
He had some difficulties
with the Ukrainian Mafia.
If you asked, Valentin,
everything is all right.
We are getting involved
in a big operation.
You are interested in diamonds
I am interested in the NHL.
It should not concern
our new agreement.
We should be looking out
for each other.
I'll pick you up
at the "Metropol" hotel at 6.
Take Mr.Mennis to the hotel.
Get me Chief of security!
Quickly!
Still asleep? It's already
5 o'clock!
You pick up Kostya,
I'll come at 7.
- OK?
- OK. Over and out.
Brake with your legs, not with
your head, shitass.
There are too many freaks. They buy
cars and driving licenses
but they can't actually drive.
Where are you going?
You asshole!
You should be driving a road-roller.
Where do they get their money?
They probably buy it as well!
A country of sheep and goats!
You vote for a thin guy, and
in a year you're watching
some arse-faced hog on TV
who tells you how to live.
- Where?
- Turn right behind that building.
That's the Taganka Theater!
Behind that building indeed.
There were fewer halfwits
in my generation.
Can't you tell red from green,
you cow?
Green means 'go', red means 'stop'!
They used to be sensible people
and suddenly they all turned
into cretins. Paradox.
Sound the horn.
That's not a boat...
That'll be 66 rubles.
- Wait a minute, I'll get my friend.
- Even women never wait for such morons.
Police.
It's a murder. 7 Khokhlovsky Lane,
apartment 4.
It's Konstantin Gromov.
Found by Danila Bagrov.
Waiting.
Ilya, Kostya's been killed.
Don't call on his cellular phone.
Wait at the museum.
Chief, put
the beds down.
Gimme a cigarette.
Hey, blockhead, gimme a light.
You deaf, shithead?
You hear what the guv said?
So, you were planning to enter
an institute.
You came to check out
the access courses.
And you didn't know
about the registration? Right?
Can't you read it?
I can hold you for another
three days.
Do you really want it?
- Why did you beat them up?
- They asked for it. I want my Discman back.
Nikolaevsky Bank. Founders:
Belkin Valentin Edgarovich.
Child: Belkin Fedya.
Studies at Nikolaevsky School.
We need guns.
Hello, Fascist. It's Ilya.
We need trophies of war.
OK.
- Heil Hitler.
- Hi.
- Who's he?
- One of our own.
A brother to your own,
for better or for worse.'
It's a popular fascist saying.
- I'm Fascist.
- Danila.
- Are you German?
- Russian.
- Actually my Granddad was killed in the war.
- It happens.
What can I offer you, gentlemen?
Five MPs -
four 40s, and a 38.
Everything is checked.
With full ammunition.
Here are anti-personnel
fragmentation grenades.
They sometimes misfire.
It's a 50-50 chance.
Panzerfausts with two rounds.
Sorry, not checked.
Here are the handguns: four Walthers,
one Parabellum.
It's imported stuff.
As for domestic products
there's a Degtyarev machine-gun.
It was hardly ever used.
Four PPS's - they're heavy,
but reliable.
There's one Tula Tokarev or TT.
They get snapped up
very quickly.
There's one Nagan
but it's not very reliable.
The firing pin's worn down.
I don't suppose you'd be
interested in Mosin rifles.
Where does all this come from?
It's the echo of the war.
- Where are we going?
- To Moscow.
Hey, Dan, he's still there.
Brother.
...then I went to the Nikolaevsky Bank
and asked for Kostya Gromov.
Mum gave me the address.
Some jerk of a guard said:
"No one of this name works here".
So, I thought if there's nobody
at the museum...
I've got no money and the cops check
my passport on every corner.
Lucky I've got my police
pants on.
Wow! Is it real?
It belonged to Chapayev.
- Those were the days!
- Will you go to America with me?
Anywhere you say.
We need passports and visas,
and a good car for a few hours.
Brother, will you