branded...
as an outsider.
- Branded?...
Snegovoj was branded as well...
- The sea is excellent here.
Warm.
Almost like the Black Sea.
- I've never been to the Black Sea.
- It's been a long time
since I've been there myself.
Very long time...
Few people are where they must be.
- Must be?
- Yes Dima.
Because many won't have the opportunity.
- Why?
- Because my gardfather died
before he could return to his birthplace.
- Where?
- Not far from Yalta.
And also because my parents wanted so.
- What about your parents?
- My father died...
in a car crash.
And mother...
She attempted to settle near Simpheropol.
Tried for five years.
She was a good engineer.
People said - very good.
They would not give her
a residence permit nor employment.
Threatened to prosecute for sponging.
She was selling vegetables.
Once, a company of five
were selebrating a New Year.
A police car came
in the middle of the night.
They took everybody thirty kilometers
into the steppe.
Wished them good night,
and left.
In the winter, it can get cold
even in Crimea.
- Why did it happen?
- She was sick for a long time.
Almost half a year.
Just because she was...
a Crimean Tartar.
That's why, Dima...
Almost half of the nation
died during the relocation.
My adopted parents are here...
Almost for the same reason.
They are Volga Germans.
The same thing happend to them.
They left this house to me.
Books, furniture...
I don't want any of it...
- What do you want, then?
- I don't know Dima.
I was hoping my kids
would not have to think about
what nationality they are...
as about many other things.
And not just my kids.
- OK, I should be going...
- Let me see you off.
- I'll be fine.
It's a shame I forgot my bike
at the morgue...
My knees are so tired.
- Are you going to be OK
walking back alone?
- Listen... you are a really great guy.
We all need to come to our senses.
- Ciao, bambino...
- May I stay with you?
- Why are you not with your parents?
Where are they?
- I'm hungry.
- I'm also hungry...
Who's going to feed us...
All right.
Let me pick you up, like this.
Let's talk.
Why are you so limp?
Can you stand up?
How long have you been here?
And why?
- You are handsome.
- And you are very perceptive.
This is some merry music...
What's with your eyes?
Do you often have inflammations?
- Careful!
- What's this?
Did you heart yourself?
- Let's go to your place.
- Pour!
- Finish up.
- Eat. I'll get you more.
Eat..
- It's morning already!
- Go to bed when you're done.
- What's wrong?
What happened?
Does it hurt?
- Everything hurts.
- Does your head ache?
- It does.
- Does it spin?
- Yes.
- In which direction?
- Don't worry, this happens
to me often...
- Mornings?
- Afternoons too...
- You don't worry yourself.
I'll make you better...
You just need to have more fresh air...
and more sleep.
- It won't help.
I can see, as I'm looking at you...
how your face is getting older,
the skin becomes flabby.
Lines go from your eyes to your chin.
- Don't make me scared.
Just tell me where your parents are.
I need to find them.
- If you find them, I'll get hurt.
- Do they hurt you?
- Do you not obey them?
- It's not that...
- What is? Why do they hurt you?
- Because of you...
- Me?
I don't understand/
- I'm cold.
You are very nice...
- Feeling better?
How's your head?
- OK, so far...
- Excellent! Come with me.
- You have not slept?
- Lots of work.
- Look, he came again.
- Not to you.
All right. Stand here...
Like this... Chin up!
Close your eyes... Now,
touch your chin with your index finger.
- Were you working again?
- It's nobody's business.
One more time!
Like that...
My mom would say your nose
is enough for two people.
Let's see your eyes...
I will take you to an eye doctor at once.
- You won't.
- Why not?
- There's not enough time.
- Rubbish!
- This is for me.
- Let go of the door.
- I said, let go of the door!
- Where are you