Shit.
They've been in the sixth
refrigerator the last three years.
Get 'em in regularly.
A delicacy.
- They're only bred there?
- For Moscow - yes.
But there's another one, near Tambov, but...
A dog - is a man's best friend.
Tomorrow at two.
- May I ask you something?
- No money.
Not money. Something really important.
Just a second.
- What's important?
- Your boy is cute.
You know, I would like...
I need to make a mask off him...
I'll pay, I've got money, 67 rubles.
- What mask?
- I'll pay...
So we live,
Look at us,
Zoyka.
Honey, was my pig tasty?
Yeah.
Scum!
And our Homeland will give you the possibility
to atone for your sins.
You'll be sent to a war zone.
The blood of innocent people is flowing there,
Our citizens are suffering.
As a classic said: there's always
room in one's life for a good deed,
for heroism, space for us to show the
qualities of a brave soldier.
What d'you mean?
This is perfect canned ground meat.
Got it from the Kantemir division.
So what if it's nine years old?
It's minus 28 in there.
Tomorrow if you like. And they deliver.
Who told you I don't sell ground meat?
I sell anything that smells of meat.
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See, those 18 tons
there are even since '65.
I don't care if they're from '41!
Well! Where is he? It's past two.
- Valya, stop fuckin' around.
- Nosirev! Nosirev!
The chunks are you know...
I boiled them a bit.
It's the right smell - absolutely.
Tomorrow at nine - all of it.
You take care of loading.
- What about those 18? Ha?
- Not now.
What about the Kantemir meat?
It's minus 28 there.
Don't work with ground meat.
Told you 100 times.
It's minus 28 down there,
everything'll be fine,
- All packaged back in '92.
- I don't work with ground meat.
Eight years old. Cutlet meat with powder.
In tin cans.
- Plus, they deliver.
- I don't work with ground meat.
So he says, take six cans,
pour water, stick in a newspaper,
and put them inside. And the moisture
problem will be solved.
Shithead!
The curves will get all rusty.
Put varnish on the pegs.
And you'll get church bells instead of a piano.
The glass'll crack, eh?!
Hey what about that Blutner?
Semi-lousy. The basses are off.
Se-emi lo-ousy,
Sem-i-i l-o-usy.
- How much is it?
- One and a half thousand.
One-and-a-ha-a-lf.
He cra-zy or something?
May-y-be...
And whe-re's my tuning fork?
Who-the-fu-uck kno-ows?
He-ere it-is.
That's it, finished!
Bye.
- The metro is closed.
- We don't use the metro.
- What are you... already?
- Uh-uh.
Why?
It's nothing...
Nothing.
Where?
Where's the money?
In the vase.
Which one?
Which one?
The 'Gagarin' one.
- Marina...
- What?
- What's it with you?
- Nothing.
I'll tell Paravazik.
Fuck off.
What will it be?
What goes down better at three in
the morning: Vodka or blood?
I drink beer at night.
So what do you want?
I'll start with vodka. Then we'll see.
- Absolut, Smirnov?
- Do you have Moscovskaya?
Of course.
- How much?
- 50 grams. And a tomato juice.
I'll have a beer. What do you have?
- Tuborg, Baltika.
- I'll have a Baltika.
What kind of bastard
would run over a dog at night!
Why?
What, why?
Well, it's more likely to happen at
night than during the day.
The city's empty! He didn't even look.
Idiot. People are assholes...
So are dogs.
They throw themselves under cars.
- Themselves? 'Cos a dog's life is shit?
- Because man's is.
A dog's life is comfortable actually.
- What do you want to drink?
- White Russian.
- I'm out of cream.
- Ah, come on.
A dog gets hit, and the bar's out of cream.
- Anything else?
- What else?
You got any Curacao?
One half with vodka. Lots of ice.
It's not so simple with dogs.
A friend of mine hit two dogs.
And each time
something bad happened to him after...
His lover left him.
Then