security.
What exactly?
His diary.
-Where is it?
- I have it.
Give it to me,
quickly.
No.
Give me that diary,
you bitch,
or I'll punch yourteeth
all overthe floor.
I'll turn you in to police
for concealing evidence!
He owed money to my father, so
I own this diary, you freak.
If I give you 50 grand,
will you give me the diary?
Yes.
-Wait here.
- Go, go.
Erik, it's me.
- Hi, Max.
- Hi.
-Well, how are things going?
- The court is in session.
The place is crowded
like hell.
-And if they...
- That's out of the question.
Vadim's mother said he'll get
two years on probation.
Hi, Barsukova.
Where are the flowers?
Hi, guys.
Thanks for coming.
- How are you?
- I'm okay. Where is Sveta?
She was here, but
she went away.
Why?
- I don't know. How was it?
- I'll tell you later.
Your mother has come too.
Hi, Mom.
He avoids me.
Doesn't want to see me.
I'm totally devastated.
- Talk to him.
- Okay.
Do, please...
I don't know what to do.
Look at
what has become of me...
Why should you need him?
He's ungrateful. He can't
appreciate your love.
-And I love you.
- Oh, come on, Max.
I will go and tell him
everything.
No, wait. Max, please, wait.
If you see him, tell him
I will forgive him.
And if he commits some evil,
God will punish him.
Hey, it's late evening.
You, jerk, if you don't
work it out with Sveta...
Do you know she is pregnant?
-What?
- Too late for an abortion.
You jerk. If you stopped loving
her, tell herthen.
I hate your guts! You're not
my friend any longer.
Hey, Max, wait.
- I'll call her now.
-You could do it at home.
I'm calling her.
- It was herfather.
-You could've asked for her.
He would start asking questions.
I'll call her later.
If you don't call her
today,
you're asking for it.
You got it?
- Don't worry, Max.
- Period.
Maxim, Sveta died this morning!
Sveta died this morning!
-What?
- She took poison.
Are you deaf or what?
..deaf or what...
Herfather beat her up, and
she poisoned herself.
- Beat her up for what?
- Because she was pregnant.
Barsukova, wait!..
Didn't I ask you
to talk to her!
Max, wait!
- Bring the diary.
- Money first.
Here you are.
Five thou in every roll.
Will you count it?
No.
Sooner or lateryou'll
call me, old crocodile.
Let's go.
I made it foryou.
You're such a chain-smoker.
'I'm caught in never ending web
of debts.
'I've nothing to pay with.
It's   utter disgrace.
'Vadim, a living classic,
a film director,
'A hussar and debauchee,
doesn't pay his debts.
'Rumours will go around,
'with all kind of stupid legends.
'I  can't sufferthis happen.
'I  must borrow a big sum of
money and pay all my debts.
'There is another way out -
a bullet through my head.
And maybe this has gone
fortoo long.
No, Vadim, he will not
lend you this money.
Maybe you can offer smth
as a security?
To think of it - squandering
money so recklessly!
I thought you were getting
enormous royalties.
I don't know:
maybe it's my getting old
or smth else...
But I started keeping
a diary.
-What do you write in it?
-All kind of things.
-About me?
-About you too, a bit.
A bit? I guess me is all
you're writing about.
You can sell your dacha.
I can't do this.
It's   all my family
has got.
You can offeryour diary as
a pledge to my father.
I can tell him
it's me
you're writing about there:
writing most unhandsome things.
By the way, he wants me
to marry a decent guy.
You chicken head!
What are you talking about?
To pledge my diary! I would
soonerthrow it away to hell!
You can write a voucher
pledging that never,
under no circumstances,
you will have this diary
published.
You don't even need
to show it to him.
I will keep it.
- Do you like my idea?
-Your idea sucks.
He will give you as much
as you want.
You don't even need
to show him the diary.
How much do you need?
- 50 thousand.
- He will give it.
For how long?
For any how long,
with no interest.
'I  keep thinking
what