thing:
...let me introduce you our candidate –
Igor Vladimirivich Tsaplin.
Yes, yes.
I’m our candidate – Igor Vladimirovich.
It’s a big surprise for me.
Even yesterday I didn’t know that
I would be a governor.
But indeed
I was planning to go to the sauna today,
…however I’m ready to do anything
for Emanuel Gedeonovich.
[Max with irony:]
What a sacrifice – miss the sauna.
- You are laughing.
- I’m crying.
I didn’t miss any sauna
on Mondays for 11 years.
Sauna on Mondays is a ritual for me.
I forgot something.
Ah! Well…
Well, we’ll do it, guys!
Will we?
Of course. You go look for the socket,
we’ll do everything.
Let’s go, I’ll show you the socket.
Anya?..
- Anya, who is this?
- Masseuse.
- Who?!
- What? A good masseuse.
Once Misha got sick and
Emanuel Gedeonovich sent him.
- Masseuse...
- We have great starting positions:
…candidate-masseuse is busy now:
he’s looking for a socket
…there’s not electoral program,
we didn’t make...
...any arrangements with mass media,
and we have only 7 days for everything.
- We are leaving.
- Certainly. – And money?..
- We are staying.
- Certainly.
- Listen, I think I've started to
gain weight. Did you notice? – No.
Oliver Cromwell, damn!
Slava, Slava, Butusov isn't here!
- What do you mean not here?!
- I mean not here.
Just a second, I talked to his boss.
What’s his face?..
Kesha... Innokentiy, a nice guy,
didn’t bargain at all.
- You said: "Innokentiy".
- Lord, is it – you?
Well?.. I am father Innokentiy.
So we are talking
about different things now.
Well why?
Not later than today...
…at night some Rostislav called me…
…and told me
that I have to make 5 speeches...
...20 minutes long each.
He promised 10 thousand.
- Oh, boy! – Anya, Anya!..
- What, is it my fault?!
- I gave you the phone number at 5 a.m.
- So?
Here, take a look – Innokentiy Butusov
and Father Innokentiy.
- Oh, that’s me!
- This and that are both good.
Where in the world did you get
the phone number of a priest?
Nonsense! Lord, I didn’t get it how
you were going to make a speech?
Sermons. I have everything with me.
I have with me: a navicula,
prayer book, ceremonial apparel.
And why do you need a bath tub?
What bath tub are you talking about,
my son! It’s a baptismal font!
Well I see. We’ll take that one,
...but Butusov won't be
with us at that time. That's it.
So why are you removing me?!
Why do you need to remove me?!
I can sing. I have a balalaika with me.
Nonsense. Freak show: a priest
is playing a balalaika!
- In the bath tub!
– In the baptismal font, my sons!
Ok, stop, stop, stop!
Just a second.
Father, what is about the money?
What we agreed upon at night
when you were Butusov's boss?
What! 10 thousand!
No, but considering the awkwardness
of this situation I’ll take 7500 rubles.
[With irony:] Rubles, huh?
Well, 7500 rubles for the freak
with balalaika in the bath tub.
Good deal.
Don’t give me this crap!
This is reimbursable money.
Stop yelling, would you?!
I said will you stop yelling!
By the way, Sasha, about being late.
We’ve just departed.
- Departed?! This is outrageous.
- But you are the boss.
DAY ONE
[Singing:] Sitting,
not drinking since this morning
…tomorrow is election day.
I must be totally sober to check
One of the boxes.
Hey, hey! Let the voting begin!
Idiot!
A friend of mine
brought me some booze...
...for tomorrow's vote.
I will not be confused.
No fucking way I’m getting high –
‘cause voting time is coming by!
- "Booze — confused"- good rhyme.
- But it’s a little unclear.
Come on, who’s gonna listen to these
Lyrics over there in the sticks?
Come on! Hey, hey!
So what do you think?
I believe it’s a good team.
- Yeah, seems like it. Who are they?
- In fact, no one knows them at all.
They sing about the election, though.
I check the box and bang!
And all of them are crossed out, hurray!
Hey, hey, I don’t deal with jerks!
Hey hey, I won’t vote for you at all!
Hey, hey, the