paid for,
and you're here...you're brain has gone.
It's ended pretty badly, my friend.
Very well, Skripach, let's play their games...
There we are, well done.
Now give a match to Uef, and he will buy the gravitsapa.
But it was said that you need them all.
I was joking.
Very funny.
Wait. We'll go together...
Don't show them your ktse, and don't think about them.
You show them my ktse.
And don't give them more than half a match.
Gravitsapa costs half a match.
Your Patsak said a whole match.
And he was joking.
Grade 300 cement?
Patsak! Remember - Half or less.
Okay.
Excuse me - Chatlanian and Patsak - is it nationality?
No.
Biological factor?
No.
From different planets?
No.
So what distinguishes you from one another?
Are you colour blind, Skripach?
Green differs from orange doesn't it?
Tourist!
Wow!
Skyscraper!
Come on!

Hello, citizen. You won't feel the cold
in that coat, eh?
They will keep me out. They will let you in.
Don't give them ktse,
bring the gravitsapa here, and I'll look at it.
Come on...
Not you!
We're together!
Not you!
Vladimir Nikolaevich, tell him!
It's alright.
Wait here.
Only don't go anywhere!
Hi!
How's life?
You say, bow... but out of respect
for the ladies present...
Well what's new on Pluk?
Lay down the ktse, and you'll get the gravitsapa.
Half?
Half.
Can I look at it?
Look.
In general I am not a specialist on these gravitsapa, so
let's go and show it to my Chatlanian. He'll examine it.
Right. Let's fit the Tsapa.
Bad throat?
Water...
I have a proposal. I'll give you that ktse,
and you give me two bottles of water. Agreed?
Let's do it.
Do you have any food?
Kasha...
What sort?
Plastic.
So if I give you a whole ktse, you'll give me
five bottles of water and a kilo of kasha.
For what?
Ktse.
we need to check it again.
Check it!
Oi, just a second!
Wait...
Skripach! Can you obtain more matches on Earth?
I can.
If you can spit this further, I'll give you a half chatl.
Like so... spit.
If I can, you give me two matches...
Do you see?
No.
It's just a game. I give you half a chatl,
you give me three matches.
Go ahead, spit, my son.
Thank you, I'd rather not.
Well fine. Give me one match, or I give you three
chatla, yellow trousers and these odds. Go on!
No!
Blue trousers...
Mr Uef, I will not enter such terms and conditions.
Are you going to change your mind?
Why are you annoying me, maimoona verishvilo?
Mr. Uef! I represent a civilized planet,
and I demand that you follow our lexicon!
Where are they?
Who?
The one with a scar, who I like an idiot
gave all the matches to.
Quiet, my friends. Enough!
Enough? What do you mean enough? I told him
a thousand times we need to go to the centre.
But he's greedy, like all
Chatlanians - 'for two chatlas cheaper!'
Well there's still one.
As I understand it, enough for a gravitsapa.
Give it to me. Here.
Why?
To buy a gravitsapa.
Where?
There, in the centre.
And how will you return us to Mother Earth, when
you don't even know in which galaxy she orbits?
The number of your planet, idiot, any planetarium
in the centre will give out for two chatlas!
So you'll give me the match?
So you can cover us in sand?
So you won't give it?
No.
And you won't change your mind?
That won't happen!
Then goodbye, my friend.
They're going, Vladimir Nikolaevich.
They won't go anywhere,
they'll hang themselves for a match.
Either you agree to give us that match, or we won't
take you to the Earth for less than seven boxes!
Two thousand.
Three
Two thousand three hundred
Three
Two thousand five hundred,
I can't give you more.
You can, my friend.
Mr Bee,
I have 50 rubles, matches
cost 2 kopeks a box,
that means I can buy
two and a half thousand...
Skripach you're lying!
You have more chatls.
Mr Uef! I am not Skripach to you!
My name is Gedevan Alexandrovich...
what's that, an engine?
Don't poke your nose in every hole!
...Gedevan