Ignatyevich Zaytsev.
The chief of the Gorodok station.
A non-party member.
Olga Aleksandrovna Sokolova.
The mistress of the first Moscow
foster home
on Ordynka Street.
It's her place of residence, too.
The Bolshevik party member.
She was sent on a mission
to deliver this grain.
Aleksandr Yevgenyevich Andronov.
A Red Fleet sailor,
a Komsomol member.
He's escorting Sokolova.
Here.
Vladimir lvanovich Gorbach.
A security officer and a Bolshevik.
He's been sent home for treatment.
Had an engraved revolver.
"To the best security officer
from Dzerzhinsky." Then the signature.
How come, comrade Gorbach.
Dzerzhinsky gave you a revolver
and you disgraced yourself running away
from the Whites on a section car.
Too bad.
Why didn't you die like a hero,
defending the town?
Huh?
Comrade Reds, have you all heard
about gold?
What can you add?
Who will start?
- I will.
- You? Okay, speak up.
- I got nothing to say.
- Are you kidding?
Did you see how those two who liked
gags ended up?
Yes, I did.
Aren't you afraid to die?
Hey, look, Pasha,
he even didn't wink.
Is he a hero orjust a psycho?
In case you want to grab the revolver,
it's unloaded.
- Can you give me a light, please?
- Bravo, Gorbach! With pleasure.
I definitely dig you.
I like you, too.
And now order to put the grain
in your automobile.
- Are you kidding again?
- No, I'm not.
Check my right hand.
And put up your hands. Now!
We got nothing to lose.
You won't leave us alive.
And if you try to stop me,
I'll blow up everyone here.
Holy shit!
Pasha,
he'll do it, he's a psycho.
Guys,
guys,
this man is not kidding.
Let's not risk it.
Gun slabs are no toys.
Load the sacks in the automobile
and stand back, all of you.
Sasha!
Why are you standing? Sit.
Give me the gun!
Zaytsev, catch!
Here.
You got 30 seconds.
Get them!
How are things out there?
It's like this - the Cossacks are
on the left, a railroad bar is on the right.
The grenade will explode upward
and to the left.
I'll be there. Here.
- Watch out.
- Don't worry, I know the town.
Alright.
Sasha, over here! Quick!
Go!
Wow!!
Go! Gorbach, go!
- Sasha!
- I'll find you!
Okay.
Sasha!
Freeze!
Freeze! I'm gonna fire!
Cossacks!
Get down!
Cossacks! Get back!
Quick!
Rear of the house! Quick!
They are catching up with us! Move it!
- Where are they?
- Somewhere here. We must look for them.
- This is Sasha! Sasha!
- He's diverting them away from us.
Come on, move it!
Sasha!
- Sasha!
- Here he is. Move it!
You scared the hell out of us!
- Make a u-turn! We're getting out of here!
- Hurray!
Hurray!
Are you okay, Sasha?
What's wrong, Sasha, dear?
Why, Sasha?!
Why so, huh?
Why?
Sasha! Sasha!
Sasha, dear!
Even bread is with lead bullets now.
Okay.
You get settled here,
and I'll go out and stay on the watch.
Just in case.
He's a very nice and kind man.
Why are you doing it? We're in the rear,
and there's no danger here.
It's my habit.
Vladimir lvanovich, do you have a family?
I had a family.
I'm sorry.
It seems to me you're always
looking for death. Am I right?
No, you're not.
I guess, not.
Do you promise me
you'll watch your back?
I found a sack here.
Let's pour off the grain into it.
Probably, this one.
Too many holes in it.
What is it?!
Gold?!
No.
No.
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
Stepan Ignatyevich!
I'm here. Why are you yelling like hell?
Here.
Stepan Ignatyevich, what's wrong with you?
With me? I'm okay.
You...
Easy, Vladimir lvanovich.
What have you done?
Why did you poke your nose in those sacks?
Why couldn't you just be sleeping?
- You...
- Vladimir lvanovich.
I would've grabbed this gold
and taken off.
Quietly, without kicking up any fuss.
And what shall we do now? Huh?!
Nothing. We'll take this gold to Moscow
and turn it in.
No way.
I've gone through all this ordeal.
Why should I turn it in? Huh?