treat you some other way.
Tell me!
I don't demand faithfulness
but I don't demand being together either.
Then you are a whore. Right?
Wait. If I am with you
but I demand no faithfulness
then you are a whore.
Or you are making your choice.
I have made it.
I have made it. I have made it!
We are finished.
We could hope for better future before.
And now here is our future.
What's up?
Shall we cleanse our ears with some Mozart music?
Dasha... Well, Dasha!
- What's the matter, Vera? You re so radiant.
- It doesn't matter.
Did you see the catalogue?
I think, it's complete. Are you satisfied?
Well done! I am delighted!
Let's settle up then.
Dasha and I will leave today.
Don't be in a hurry. Let's do it step by step.
What do you want? Power, retribution, truth?
- Eternal youth?
- Money.
It's so commonplace. Why do you need money?
I want to settle accounts with Dasha's father.
To give him back everything he has spent to pay off his daughter
for 15 years.
Go to the money collection
and take as much as you can.
- I'll take as much as I need.
- Have a try.
Is money a price?
Money is a cost
of the working time.
- You forgot a real price.
- What?
Your life is the price of this catalogue.
- Do you want to kill me?
- Nonsense!
Can I take Dasha and leave today?
- Of course.
- Can I take my money?
Certainly. Have a look.
Price. Blank. I am writing it down:
Vera's life.
You are free to go.
You scared me to death.
And what would you take if you were me?
I would choose a miniature book
by Chukovskiy. Moidodyr.
Illustrated by Konashevich.
Published in 1949.
I was so fond of that book.
Konashevich...
Slow down!
Pick up your belongingsand get out.
The people, my daughter chose,
will stay in my collection forever.
And what about Vera? Is she also an entry to your collection?
Vera forgot that you can never
leave the collection voluntarily.
- What shall I do?
- Get lost.
My house is built in the similitude
of a man.
There are many doors, and there is just one exit.
- Get lost.
- Am I shit then?
You are a human being. My collection doesn't want you alive.
Red: blood, carrots, love, poppy, star, Soviet, lipstick.
Three: poplars, whales, friends, tank men.
Where: in Karaganda, anywhere, in the cabbage.
Watch out for persistent definitions.