part of
of the anomaly defending earth from us.
Could be.
Have you been open long?
Two days.
Got to make a living.
Want to come in the kitchen?
It’s warm and dry by the stove there.
No, we like it here.
As you wish.
I'll bring you hot sandwiches.
Thanks.
Ike.
Do you know what this is?
Where did you get it?
Someone brought it to the hotel,
said my daughter sent it.
- Did you listen to it?
- Yes.
It’s like poetry, or essays.
I didn't get it.
- It’s not poetry, it's something else.
- What?
Hard to say.
Sometimes the wetters
have children make such...
imprints of consciousness.
- Images of their sense of the world.
- Images?
Yes.
Why do you think
she gave it to me?
Maybe so you'd
understand her?
Or at least
understand anything.
As I can guess,
you had a fight, right?
Ike.
Tell me the truth,
please.
- Are you hiding something from me?
- Like what?
Is it a genetic disease
or something else?
Well, for example.
Can I get it?
Yes and no.
Ike, don’t joke with me.
No, Victor, try to understand.
It’s a different principle working here.
If you don't want to, you won't
get sick. That's the trick.
It takes longing.
A longing so burning that
you're drawn somewhere else,
to another life,
different goals, other worlds.
I had it,
but it's long gone now.
Too late.
About you...
I don't know.
The children still have it. That's
why they're with them and not us.
You said it well - longing.
It takes a longing.
I understand it, yes.
Twice dead,
living after God's death,
we seek our shadows in a stream
of illusions of the sleeping world.
We live in the world of total
deception, numbers and ghosts,
where words have faded
and lost their meanings.
The age of the profane.
The age of unbearably
Philistine existence.
The kingdom of the banal,
singing praises to its emptiness.
Spirit has abandoned our world
for good.
Time is shrinking.
There's no time anymore.
There's no space.
The agony of non-existence.
The spirit of barrenness
hovers above the orphaned world,
doomed to
ultimate loneliness.
Fear fills the soul.
Everything is finite.
The last secrets have been revealed.
The wind from the abyss
burns our cheeks.
Who said that?
I ask you, who?
Answer me.
All down with baggage!
The buses will leave in 20 minutes!
Evacuation procedure!
Anyone here?
Anyone here?
Evacuation procedure!
Emergency evacuation!
Go on, go on, to the left!
Women get in the ambulance.
Men in the truck.
Victor! Victor!
Isaac, where are the children?
They were to be evacuated
first, right from the school.
Get in the truck
and we'll go there.
Get in the truck, quick!
Let's go.
- Where's the information center?
- Over there.
- Where can I get info about children?
- Ask the liaison officer.
Have the children been evacuated?
There have been no children.
- Write it down: 25 on 2nd floor.
- Got you, 25.
Stop worrying.
Three boats have gone already.
They may be on them.
They're not! I made inquiries.
No, not 70. 72 MPC.
Do you read me? 72 MPC.
You promised us communication
with the airfields.
Can you reach them?
How can I stop the operation?
The planes are in the air.
One thousand of them!
But what will happen to them if
they're dropped the loads on?
Is there anyone there or not?
It’s murder!
We need to connect to the coordination
center. Do you read me?
- You promised!
- Damn you!
- Will you get me on the line or not?!
- I can't do anything!
- Something happened to the kids?
- They've lost the bus with the kids.
Diana is with them.
They may still be in the city.
- Can you reach Diana?
- No! She hasn't called.
Gennady.
Gennady, what should we do?
I don't know.
Go to HQ. I’ll stay here.
- Come with us.
- What if...
No. No, I need to be alone.
Please go.
Gennady!
Victor, where are you going?
Where are you going, Victor?
What are you up to?
Go to headquarters, Ike.
- Where are you going?
- To find the kids.
You don't even know where