politician in me.
- Charismatic! – What the hell are you
saying?! This is our future governor.
To you, my friends!
We don’t change our habits
far away from our homes:
…I’ve got bacon
and matches in my backpack...
...and eight volumes by Turgenev.
And you, my dear Perry,
my reliable safety hook.
I am giving you this song
through storms, snows and blizzards.
Let the melody fly like a bird,
Let it remind you
That I don't give
a shit about your capital!
About its stations, alleys,
Concerts and organizations.
About Luzhkov and his jubilees
I don’t give a shit.
I don’t care about your poor judgment,
about the horrible Moscow mess.
And specifically
with the greatest pleasure,
...I don't give a shit
about Spartak Moscow.
You fags, students and Jews living
in the apartments, you won’t understand
The beauty of the real world
where only real guys like us live!
Where we don’t like
words and constraints.
Where a snowflake
looking like a huge white helicopter,
...is flying over the fire.
- The actors are coming. Rostislav…
- Really? – I have a surprise.
- What surprise?
- I’ve got an unspent 56 rubles.
- Count and sign.
- Give it to me to restore the church.
- What church?
- Just any church!
Excuse me, where’s the restroom here?
As the classic said, everywhere for you!
Ok, Maxim, please, pull
yourself together. Musicians are here.
We must announce it, ok? Announce it.
Ok, why are you
drinking here during the concert?!
Just come down!
We are perfectly fine here, aren’t we?
I didn’t mean you, Boris. And not you,
Fyodor, either. You can drink.
- Kamil…
- Renatovich!
Why are you yelling like crazy?!
Let’s go have a smoke!
- I don’t smoke. - Is it so hard
for you to have a smoke with me?!
Oh no. Not with you. Let’s go.
- I called.
- Volodya? By himself?
He said that he still
can’t live without me,
...that he's ready
to forgive and come back.
Thank God!
I was so worried about you.
Also Gosha called.
He told me he left his wife.
And also Maxim called the agent and
asked him to rent an apartment for us.
So what are you going to do now?
I don’t know.
I don’t want to see any of them.
Any of them.
- Kamil Renatovich…
- Please.
Comrade colonel,
...do you know what the problem was
between Emanuel and Emelyanov?
They’ve just
straightened everything out.
You see, Borya,
they found oil in your region.
Yes, and nickel too.
- What nickel?
- Norilsk Nickel.
I’m just joking! Relax!
Is it true that they are sending
Emelyanov to Tunisia as an ambassador?
Who told you that?
Who told you that, huh?
Well, I heard the guys talking about it.
Damn, leakage of latest information.
If I find the bastard
who did that I'll fire him!
God bless.
I think you’d better
erase my phone number.
If you keep calling me that
won’t be right, will it?
Yeah, probably it won’t.
There's a problem here. I memorized it.
Excuse me, Fyodor, but after
we smoked something with you...
...for the last 10 minutes...
…I’ve been inhaling and exhaling but it
seems like nothing’s coming out of me.
Is it normal?
Relax, everything’s fine.
Oh! I exhaled it.
Now I can’t inhale. Oh, what a beauty!
Did you see that?
Did you see how they treated me?
People were singing crying and laughing,
some were even dancing.
Probably I’m a marvelous speaker.
- What is he wearing?
- A Pushkin type coat.
To make it even more impressive
we wanted to use guns for the duel
and sideburns.
- We thought it’d be too much.
- You should’ve used them.
Listen, you should have read them
something by Pushkin.
Something like this:
"Are you still alive, my old woman?
...So am I, hello to you, hello!"
"To nanny".
Spruce…
Coniferous tree, starts with "S" –
spruce, and the poet is Esenin.
And the poem’s not called "To nanny"
but "A letter to mother".
My God, what crap!
Igor Stepanovich, hello, buddy.
It’s Emelyanov.
Some weird stuff
is going on around here.
Hello! Igor, is that you?
No, it’s Kamil