grub?
- Don't you worry!
Throw away those rags!
Have the mirror packed instead.
And get this hero dressed, even if
you have to give him your clothes.
Yes!
Georgy Antonovich, a call from
HQ for you to report immediately.
I haven't arrived yet, but they
already know that. They can wait!
It feels as though God has gone
barefoot through my veins.
How did they die?
They died, that's all.
Though some people say that
Fedot managed to jump off.
He might show up yet.
How many people do you have left?
- Fifteen.
- Fifteen.
Maxim, fix us
something to eat.
Look, Roman...
The Revolutionary Army Staff
entrusts you with
taking gold out of the treasury and
getting it ready for transportation.
That's why you removed me
from the position?
Wait. First, you'll have to make
an inventory. Is it clear?
It's clear! You want
to save your nephew's life.
Stop being stupid, Roman!
- I'm not Roman for you!
- Stupid, anyway!
I'm a Red Army commander,
not a clerk, and not a treasurer.
People are dying on the front line,
and you want me to sit in the rear!
There's no rear now, Roman.
I can't guarantee that in an hour
there will be no firing right here.
Take your people and go.
I'm not going!
- Stand up!
- Well, I'm standing.
Go and carry out the order!
I said I'm not going!
Come over here.
Take off the helmet. It's pure gold.
I've got 4,025. What have you got?
- What would be the balance?
- What do you mean?
How much will remain?
There will be no balance.
We'll take it all.
Got it!
Don't try to make me feel better.
They'll make me answer for it.
Bring in the wounded, quick!
You'll get your medicines.
Just stop yelling.
- Mitka, what are you doing here?
- Hi, man!
Wait for me here.
Hi!
You called me, didn't you?
- What time did you have to report?
- I don't remember!
I'm tired!
When are we going to run?
- Stand up!
- What?
Stand up!
You're talking to
a senior officer!
If you were much older,
then you'd be senior.
I don't give a damn about you, but
I've got the Siberian Center's order!
- Report the situation.
- We're holding the defense...
You're not holding anything!
Your defense has cracked!
I flung my last reserves
in there!
A straw must break in a strong hand.
Why are you here, in Chita,
instead of the battlefield?
- I have my deputy there.
- You have your deputy there?
Keep your hands off me!
Your deputy's been killed! And you,
why are you alive? Answer me!
All right, I'll answer you!
You sent my men to the hell itself!
Why? To collect some
red tape papers?
To wait here
for your buddy, Lazo?
To take the gold out of Chita?
We should have retreated right
away! To save our men!
We should have gone to the forest!
Do you get it, senior officer?
Trying to save your own skin,
bastard?
- What did you say? Repeat it!
- You're a deserter!
I'll kill you!
Arrest him!
All right.
Move it!
Dmitry, to the doctor!
Go on.
Get up!
- Take the cards away!
- Wait a minute...
Listen to me, guys! Semyonov
will be in the city any minute.
What did I tell you?
There's going to be a mutiny.
Semyonov will spare nobody.
- So, let's get out of here!
- Right! It's about time!
The only choice for us
is to go to Manchuria.
Manchuria is fine!
Why? Who needs Manchuria?
You already flirted with death
today. Want to do it once more?
We have nowhere to go
but to Manchuria.
But empty-handed, we'll have
no luck there.
I suggest that we pay a visit
to the Chita Treasury.
We must take the gold before
the White Guards take it.
Or the Reds.
Roman Severyanovich!
Comrade Commander!
Bondarenko, occupy the gallery!
Get the filthy lucre!
- Fedot!
- Roman?
Don't kill him. I'll settle with him
myself.
Roman, send for a back-up! There're
a hell of a lot of them here!
Take the crates
with scrap to the car!
A grenade! Get down!
You, bull moose in heat!
Don't go back to the basement.
We're not going to wait for you.
We're leaving!
Everybody, get in the