off at night,
those metal scums.
For us to sleep.
Zoya's children - the dolls.
Only these?
These. We've got others near ready.
Gotta finish the work, then sell 'em.
What'd you sell them for?
Depends. It was enough.
What about clothes?
No big deal to sew them.
Zoya would collect rags,
all sorts...
The problem's with the faces.
The faces are hard?
The problem's with the faces.
Only Zoya could make them.
What about the oldies?
What about them?
The crones can only sew arms 'n legs,
and do the chewing.
Why chewies?
It's good material, gets good and hard.
For, like for ever.
For ever! But the dogs ate it.
The dogs ate it...
Zoya loved dogs. And they loved her.
Didn't Zoya have a mould or something?
What?
A mould of the faces.
It's easy - make one mould,
slap it down, time and again, like gingerbread.
Gingerbread?
Yeah, that's the secret,
She like made each face to look alike...
But every one she made was special. Special.
She loved 'em.
Like they were children.
But she had no real kids.
You said, she told you her secret.
I thought - it was a mould.
It's really complicated here.
It's complicated here, Marina,
'cause of the metal scum.
'Cause they get evil...
Don't know a good way.
The buyers will come,
And the hassling will start again.
Hassling?
Now, listen.
Find a kid, make a mask of his face.
Then you can just shape them all the time.
Zoya didn't do that.
What mask? How will I make it?
Will I shape it all the time?
Come on! You know, a mask of a face,
like in the morgue,
they rub oil on a face,
put white clay on, and it dries.
They take it off - and you have a mask.
Now you're talking, Marina.
Only there ain't any kids here. Only old crones.
But there's tons of clay.
White, red...
Fuck...
It's hard here. You only know how to booze.
Break it, come on, break it...
Not like that...
My country dearest -
I can't imagine another country
Where man can breath so freely
From Moscow to the very edge
From the southern mountains to the northern seas
Man here is owner Of his vast homeland
All about life is liberated and limitless
Like the Volga flowing so full
The young can travel any road
The old are honoured everywhere.
Nice pin.
Bastard, why'd you stop?
Go on, sing!
The pigeons fly over our prison
The pigeons have no limits
How I would love to
Be up with the pigeons
Flying away, down home...
Get up, the girls are fighting!
Get up, the girls are fighting!
What're you doing?
You forgot where you are?
You thief, get out of here!
Forgot what happened?!
Girls,
my pig Borya died in the night!
Come on, you idiots, enough!
They need to take a bath first.
Horrible, awful!
What, you never go to the baths?
I go to a sauna.
Of course it isn't as cool as this.
Fuck, those claws of yours, Vera!
- Why'd you two quarrel?
- Whadda you care?
First 'cause of a man. Then because of money.
It's a madhouse here as it is.
Now you're starting.
Madhouse's the word.
I can't imagine how Zoya lived here.
I'd just bury all these old crones and dolls.
And her boyfriend - he's the pits.
Nah, he's nice.
I can see!
We should like, eat and get out of here.
Yeah. It's time to run.
Before we get covered in mould.
- When's the train?
- At 15:30.
Marina, you taking any of Zoya's stuff?
Maybe a photograph.
- The one with all of us?
- Yeah.
Tasty.
Hold this, I'll cut it...
Eat up,
with your hands...
We're just like dogs...
Marusya, two of 'em here still not been fucked...
- Let's drink, all four!
- All four!
Down with it!
- Your turn.
- Okay.
Was great, shared it all...
But you went and fucking died.
I don't want to go there anymore.
- I can't live there!
- Fuck'em, all of them!
Let's go outside.
- Let's go, sister.
- Don't touch me!
It's a fuckin' mess. Go inside and see.
I saw...
- I can't stay inside!
- Let's go get some fresh air.
Some fresh air.
Open the fucking door.
Round piglets What, you really never saw it?
- Nope, never.
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