what?
- You know, a forced move.
- So what?
In this game, forced moves are out.
Senior sergeant Nikonov. Your ID?
Okay.
When will winter end?
When spring starts. Come over to the car.
- What's the problem?
- We'll explain at the station.
- What's the problem?
- Get in.
'Hey, Suley, Marinka:
Go to Leninsky 65, entrance 4,
flat 72. His name's Valera.
He's waiting since nine.'
'Raya, don't go to Bogdan's tomorrow,
he wants Thursday.
A little later, like after eleven.'
'Girls, pick up the phone,
I can't get in downstairs.
The lock got frozen again.'
'Marina Kravchenko,
I'm the conductor of train number 162,
see, like, I'm at the station now, just got in,
I got asked to tell you
from Maly Okot, that Zoya died.'
'Wanted to know, what about five, with Lena.
They'll ring you... '
Buildin' all these damn buildings...
- Want some vodka, girl?
- I'm not allowed.
- You going far?
- The polygon.
What, you in the army?
No. My narcologist recommended it.
So I don't shoot up.
Grenade launcher... gets you higher than heroin.
Shove in a few grenades
- you couldn't care less for a needle.
Buildin' these damn buildings...
- Want some vodka?
- I'm not allowed.
- You going far?
- The polygon.
Why?
To shoot a grenade-launcher.
- What, you in the army?
- No.
My psychiatrist's advice for the head.
Calms the nerves.
And helps against suicide.
Just shove in a few grenades
- and you want to live again.
Misha, I'm home!
Hello, my dear.
Mish, I'm tired of saying...
You don't have to wash the garbage can every day.
Son, you can't imagine how strong
the microbes are today.
Everything is ready.
It's your favorites
today.
Pea soup, croutons,
then cutlets
with potatoes in mushroom sauce.
- Fruitjelly.
- Steamed cutlets?
Don't torture me.
Hey, Misha...
- No, it's...
- What is it?
Some bloody rubbish.
I'm calling the ambulance.
- It can't go on anymore...
- Don't torture me, son.
You'll have to move, Mish.
I can't live with you. Or live like this.
I'm calling the ambulance. That's it.
Very good for you...
There's a limit to my patience...
a real limit!
You can't imagine...
Or understand...
- Please.
- I can't. I don't' want to.
Quiet now...
I can't eat your steamed meat
seven months in a row!
Son, believe the great ones.
Dear!
I asked you, I told you a thousand times.
You, Misha - listen to me!
Mishenka, please, for once, just a simple steak!
Son, steaming - is a great thing.
Is it so hard? You want a scandal?! Tell me.
- Okay! It's a scandal!
- Son, don't torture me.
Exhausted by hunger, he ate in secret,
thought he was stealing food.
But that was better
than begging from strangers.
Son,
can you imagine
how many maniacs there are out there?
I get this call. From Vitaly Ivanovich.
He says, lend me 700 dollars.
Can you imagine?!
Give me the fairy stories.
700 dollars.
Amazing!
I mean, he knows
my bills
are sorted by their numbers.
So I tell him it's just not polite,
I don't care about the money,
after all, they're not mine - they're Oleg's.
But you won't give back the notes I give you -
you'll give back totally different notes.
And what kind of order,
will there be after that?
Son, it's been a long time
since we've gone to your mum's grave.
It's horrible there.
Oaks, fences.
Birds shitting all over it.
And bums.
Misha, go sleep.
You can't even imagine the power of hell.
So, you weren't in Saratov,
on the 8th and the 25th?
I have never been in Saratov.
That's interesting!
What's this then?
- What are these things?
- A cup, a hammer.
Correct.
Why've you've gone so pale then?
I really have never been in Saratov.
What, never ever?
You never were at Mayakovsky Street 7, flat 68?
That night from 7 till 9, with Vitya Rogozhin?
You didn't drill? Or knock?
And that whore,
didn't step out on the balcony?
And the truck didn't drive up?
And your coat didn't get caught on the nail?
When the neighbor yelled?
The hunchback neighbor.