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NASHE KINO film distribution
and KAROPROKAT film company
present
CTB film company production
It's run out.
Now I'll start speaking
through my nose.
Take up scent. Search for him.
- Do you know this area?
- Yes.
- Good.
The dogs failed to take scent.
They're useless here.
- You and your men must go
and comb the forest.
- Okay.
A logging truck got crashed
on the side-road...
- A logging truck?
- There's word it was sliced in two.
Police... police...
- When the fuck are you gonna come?
- We're here, pal. What's wrong?
Police...
Just look at it!
It's really sliced in two.
Logs rolled down all over the road.
This awful sound...
He got this
fucking thing in his hand.
Here. My head is buzzing...
I never give a ride to anyone.
Watch out... It can blow up.
Nikolai...
Let's go. Move it... move it.
We better get out of here.
Was he alone?
THE SWORD BEARER
They all got scared of me.
No.
They got scared of the mad guy.
They got scared of me, mom.
No.
Sleep.
Auntie Lida, do you remember me?
I'm Sasha. I used to live here.
- Yes, I remember you.
- Is mother not home now?
- No. She is out.
- Don't tell her, that I dropped by. Okay?
- Okay?
I'll do it myself.
It's Seryozha.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- What are you doing? Hugging?
- Yes, we are.
What are you doing?
He's my friend.
- Your friend?
- Yes!
- Well, friend?
Stop it! Enough!
Let's go.
- Come on...
- What? I can have friends, can't I?
Bye.
What's wrong?
My God...
Poor guy.
- How is he? Hi...
- Have you brought a photo?
Ah-huh.
- Who?
- Here.
Bring him some chicken broth.
Warm food will do him good.
- Is it him, Klim?
- Yes, this is him.
- Poor guy.
Klim, find him.
You must find him before cops do.
- He disfigured my sonny so bad.
- I'll find him, Bella.
- So you say you haven't seen
or heard of your son for long.
- No, I haven't.
- Do you know where his father lives?
- No, I don't.
- If you get any info about him,
call us. Okay?
- Got anything?
- Nothing, she doesn't know anything.
Let's go.
- Want a dagger?
- Show it to me.
- Real?
- Sure.
- Get it out.
- I can't.
- Let's go to a quiet place.
- Okay.
This way.
- Bastard! I'll pour out your vodka!
- Put it back, I say.
- Get away from me!
- Sit, bitch!
And you're here, too, bastard.
You eat and drink at my expense!
Don't you touch my son!
Kolya!
What have you done?!
Klim, I tracked him down. Come.
Mom, and where's my biological
father?
He's constantly skipping classes,
picking up fights,
- and his recent act is really bad -
he cut his friends' things.
- I can't believe it.
I'm talking about expelling your son
from school.
But firstly you're to compensate
for the damaged stuff.
- I understand. But why this rush?
- I'm saying it again...
- I'll pay for it, but you know...
Now I'll have to work
for some months
to pay for the things you damaged.
You got cold hands again?
Why you got cold hands again?!
Tell me?!
Valya?
Valya?
Not enough sugar...
Valya, where are you?
Where are you running, eh?!
- To town.
- Get in.
Bella!
Right, he's here.
No, I won't come.
Too risky to travel with a guy
who's wanted by the police.
I'm waiting for you.
Sucker.
Let's take him over there.
Why didn't he hurt you, eh?
Apartment 4, 12 Sovetskaya Street...
Kaliningrad Region.
Him?
- Wrong, wrong...
- And this one?
- It's him!
How could he escape?
What do thugs respect you for?
You are worthless.
You let a small boy escape...
Shit...
Klim, Klim!
- Tell me how he could get away from you?
- Don't yell at me!
- What?!
Give me some water.
- You're sitting in my way.
- Want to get to the radiator?
- I live here.
- I live here.
What's your name?
- So beautiful.
- Uh-huh.
- What?
- Nothing.
Hello?
I don't get it.
What does this mean?
I keep on calling you and you...
What a bitch!
A fucking bitch!
- Okay...
- Get out of here!
Stay here, stay here for a while!
Let's go.
Good car.
Creep!

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