relative?
- No.
His name's Ali.
He helped us out earlier.
Come and eat with us.
Sit down.
Don't!
He never takes his pack off,
even when he sleeps.
What's it in? Dollars?
It's a secret. I can't say.
Why are you doing this?
She's sick.
I'm not sick.
I'm perfectly healthy.
Let's go back.
You want to take her back
to the nuthouse?
It's not a "nuthouse",
it's our home.
That's where we live.
We'll spend our lives here.
Have a drink. We'll talk later.
Come on!
Leave him alone!
They're letters.
They're not letters,
they're poems.
Ali is a poet. They're poems.
Ali, don't be angry. Read
them your poems instead.
"The storm brings darkness,
the wind howls,
"Like a beast, like a child
"It howls at everyone
"Twisting round tenderly
"Like a wanderer lost
on earth..."
Let's go back.
Ahmed!
Leave me alone!
My hat!
Good evening,
my sweet fiancee.
Forgive me, please.
For what?
I can't marry you.
He can't survive
if I abandon him.
Who can't?
My fiance, Bryan Adams.
- He loves you that much?
- You've no idea!
It's crazy how much
he loves me!
But that's not the reason.
It's because I love him.
It's tough on him.
He wouldn't get by
without me.
Is he in the army?
No, you're in the army.
He's a singer.
He's Bryan Adams.
- The American star?
- He's Canadian.
He was born in Canada
and lives in London.
His father's a diplomat,
he loves opera.
Bryan Adams loves opera?
No, not Bryan,
his father loves opera.
Perhaps Bryan does too.
Do you know that we're alive
because someone
somewhere loves us?
They pray for us
and give us strength.
Tell me,
who's praying for you?
Someone has to be.
Don't worry, someone has
to be praying for you too.
That's all.
You're not angry, are you?
I should be asking you
for forgiveness.
I never intended
to marry you.
I was just fooling around.
I often speak before I think.
When that argument started,
I spoke out of pride.
After, when we danced,
I saw how stupid I am.
I'd make a poor fiance.
But you're a great dancer!
I never thought
I'd carry a gun one day.
I couldn't even shoot straight.
But when my brothers
were killed,
when the roof fell in
on my father,
I went and asked them
for a gun.
So now I shoot.
I wonder...
when they'll kill me.
You won't get killed.
You're special.
Who do you look like,
your father or your mother?
Who do I look like?
Like a bald bastard,
that's who!
- Totally fucking bald.
- So what?
Ali's bald too,
and so is the doctor.
Lenin was too.
And he was smart.
And his wife loved him.
And aliens, forget it!
Not only are they bald,
they're green.
I need another drink.
I've got some vodka.
Fedia stole it
from the laundry.
So you're an actor?
That's a bad idea, beautiful.
Time to fix the hangover.
I told you to eat something.
I don't remember a thing.
You danced
and then you cried.
After, you fell asleep
on my breast.
Wet it with some beer.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I've cheated on my beloved.
Stop it!
You can go back to him.
I won't tell him anything.
No, it's too late.
He'll never forgive me.
You and I
will be together forever now.
Listen, what's your name?
Janna... Timofeeva.
Janna, don't think that way.
You understand me?
Don't panic!
Everyone pair off!
Move to the boiler room!
Vika, that concerns you too.
Nothing concerns me.
I don't have time
to talk to you.
Don't touch me!
What are you doing?
That's hospital property!
Don't forget anyone.
Stick together, in pairs!
Come in here!
In pairs!
The Russians are
at the market!
Help me! Teach me to shoot!
Get out of my way!
I want to help.
Okay, give me those sacks.
Vakhid, teach me to shoot.
Try to understand.
I have to be with you.
It's such a joy, fighting
for your own freedom.
I don't want to miss the party.
- Get to the basement!
- Show me!
It's such a joy, fighting
for your own freedom.
We're heading for the market!
Go back home!
You understand Russian?
Where's my home?
Here!
You'