happened. Death, my dear...
- Who died?
- Snegovoj. Andrej Pavlovich, from apt. 11.
Did you know him?
- Yes, I knew him.
Step away, step away!
Information?
Information?!
Has the morning flight
to Moscow departed?
It has...
Was Malianova on the passenger list?
Malianova!
Look in the passenger list!
- Hey! Where are you going?!!
- Have you received the summons?
- I have not.
- Don’t lie! I have sent it three times!
You will answer for this!
Give me water.
- Water?
OK...
What kind of summons?
To a camp training?
- What training...
Are you a writer?
- Me?
- Are you a writer?
- I'm a doctor.
- But you wrote all this...
All... this!..
Writing... always writing...
- Yes, yes, I'm always writing...
- Stop writing, do you understand?!
- What?!
- Stop writing!!!
Listen, you are an intelligent person...
Don't you understand, that all this...
- Calm down, calm down.
We'll go for training.
- Don't give me that...
- You are crazy, you know that?
- I need you to understand only one thing...
- I need you to understand your situation.
Your situation.
- What if I call police?
- Which police?!
Where are you going to find police?!
Sit tight. Just sit tight.
We’ll leave together.
- Leave? Where?
- We need to get the hell out.
You are a fool...
I was like you once, than I understood.
I believe in fait,
in coincidences
One can only die once...
I asked you to bring me water!
- Careful...
Careful with this!..
Do you drink tap water?
- Some writer...
Stand at the window!
- Where are you from?
- From here.
- Don't lie to me.
You don't look like you are from here.
You don't look like you are from here.
- I was born in Gorky...
- You are from Gorky?
That's where I'm from...
My name's Gubar, got it?
I'll leave when it gets dark.
- As you wish...
- Get back!!!
- Idiot!!
I just wanted to grab a book!
- Sit here!
Sit here...
If you rat me out bitch...
I'll shoot you.
- May I read at least?
- No. Not this one.
- How about this one?
- Yes, you may read this one.
- I warned you...
- All right, all right, you can relax...Why have you come?
Go away.
The living don't belong here.
Don't you understand,
how painful it is...
when your body is not
under your control any more,
and only your powerless
and sad mind remains...
Don't take this sin upon your soul.
A fly!
I can feel it...
each one of us...
has an invisible circle around them
and we can not venture beyond it
for even a single moment...
Forgetting this limit,
trying to break it
with your mind...
you don't know what guardians
you have awakened,
what forces...
directed against yourselves.
Crossing the circle...
you lose everything
that exists within its borders,
and there is no way back.
I am ruining you forever.
Why?
Because now your place is...
with me.
- Sasha, open the door.
- Who is it?
- Open the door!
- If it's not you
I will release the dog.
- Open up!
Dmitrij Alexejevich...
What happened, doctor?
What's wrong?
- It's the heat...
- The heat... It'll get worse.
The forecast is lowsy.
- Why are you always so white?
- White?
- There's so much sun,
but you're always white...
- My blood is white.
- Where did you get the dog?
- The dog?
- My friends have asked me...
to look after it while they're gone.
- You know Sasha, I'm afraid.
- Are you afraid all the time?
- No. Just now.
I'm afraid...
- It must be a heat stroke.
- What do we do now?
- Nothing.
Your opus will get recognized,
they'll pet you on the head
and give you a medal.
- You can be cruel, you know that?
- Who, me?
Would you like some fresh coffee?
- You know...
Andrej Pavlovich has shot himself..
- And?..
- I just had a conversation with him.
- A chit-chat?
- No...
It's a shame we never really
talked when he was alive.
- I never knew him and have no regrets.
- Why?
- What do you mean, why?
- Still, you are so white...
- I'm white all right.
And you?
No matter what you do,
you'll always be