that...
we caught five beardmen.
And where did they go?
Well they escaped.
Then why not say we caught 10?
We'll say 10 of them escaped.
So if they really caught some
of our guys...
Osman never takes anyone prisoner.
It's starting to go somewhere.
How?
- Shut up.
Have you killed them?
Where are they?
Those bastards didn't even
bring my son.
They've been trying to fool me.
Go and write your mommy.
And tell her to talk to the
Commander.
So that they can arrange the trade
with him.
If he's playing the smart guy...
I'm not going to write.
I'll cut your throat,
I swear.
It's broken!
Abdoul, could you get me
some matches from the village?
Abdoul, what you need is a woman.
Your daughter can be such a
hassle sometimes.
Keep her away from the Russians.
Mind your own business.
- You never know...
Bitch.
You know who's a bitch? Patimat,
your late wife, when she married you...
What do your parents do?
My mother's an actress,
my father's a General.
Where do they live?
Far up North.
That's far from here.
What about yours?
I only have my mother.
She's a teacher.
She'll be here soon.
How do you write "deodorant"?
De-o-do-rant.
"De-o-
do-rant".
I want them to send me a parcel.
Do you need anything?
I dont think so.
Then I'm ready.
Halt!
Identification please!
Where are you going?
To the Commander.
How long will it take
for this letter to arrive?
Ten days or so.
Who's emptying the box?
He does.
- I do.
Come.
I want him to...
It's all good.
Hi Boria.
Hello Abdoul.
Are you Ok? How are you?
What do you want?
Want to get your shoes fixed,
your boots?
No, thanks.
I need you.
- Tell me.
A woman will be here soon.
A Russian woman.
Show her where to find me.
I will.
- Bye.
Bye.
The groom has no saddle
and his horse is starved.
Who wants him as a husband?
I do.
And what will your dowry be?
I have jewellery
and two slaves in the barn.
Sand, and jewellery,
and even a dead old rat!
No one wants to marry you?
No.
- Here.
This is for you.
A gift.
Thank you.
We have to get out of here.
Get rid of those chains.
You're crazy!
- As crazy as can be.
We're taking a break, Hassan.
Have you see how much we have already?
I don't understand, Hassan.
You don't look deaf to me,
but you're always saying "hm-hm".
Do you have a tongue?
Have the cut it off?
How about your nuts, still hanging?
Jiline,
would you choose to have a tongue
or to have balls?
Bad shooter.
That was close...
Here comes the food!
Why did the old man shoot at us?
To kill you.
Oh Vania,
we're not loved around here.
He's lost two of his sons
and his third son works
for the Russian police.
Who cut off his tongue?
- The Russians.
Of couse! Who else?
His wife ran off
with a geologist.
Hassan searched for her.
And found her.
And couldn't resist killing her.
He's been in jail for seven years
in Siberia.
In there,
he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
So they cut of his tongue.
Hassan loved to sing.
Are you related?
His wife
was my oldest sister.
Hassan,
I've been told you like to sing.
Sing something for us.
Come on, I'll help you.
I've heard this before...
What were the lyrics again?
Why are you so sad?
If your mothers
won't be here in ten days,
my father will kill you.
But they'll be there.
You're a good person, Hassan.
You could let us go...
"Dear mama,
Due to circumstances
I've been captured.
Please don't worry.
Abdoul-Mourat, our foe,
only wants to trade us for his son.
He has been very kind to us.
But if you can,
please come here as soon as you can.
Better not tell anyone
about this letter.
You keep your prisoners
locked up for a long time.
I know.
No one is satisfied, Abdoul.
Sacha, my mother
will receive my letter and...
And?
"And wait and see."
Would you like to come back
to this place?
No.
I would.
But in a brand new uniform
and track shoes.
You'd have your flame thrower,
and I'd have my rocket launcher.
Walking onto the