was 'my' fur coat.
- Nothing here belongs to you!
Your Leonid picked you from
shit, wearing a petty dress.
He made you a ministerial wife!
You disgraced him!
You should lick his boots!
Will you open the door for me?
l've my textbooks in there.
Take your things in Shura's room
and get out!
lt's night-time!
They say a girl was robbed
in Ordynka street!
Speak of the devil!
You, pander!
Moscow-infected, shameless one!
lt's not Muzga for you here!
l'll throw you out in no time!
Forget it. l'll leave.
No. You are registered here.
By the law only the owner
can sign her out.
l'm the owner here.
And l have my law.
Get out, you hooker!
You, old witch, riding
a broom!
What? You scum!
lt'll serve you right, you old hag!
You'll come and
beg on your knees!
Dream on.
Nadezhda Sergeevna,
here's some pies.
l'll see you to the door.
Why putting these two bulky
reducers here?
Where will you put the machine?
- ln the foundry.
- They've compressed air there.
You could simply
settle for pneumatics.
Why drawing these petty units,
with all dimension details?
Engineers operate
the so-called 'normals'...
Calm down, Tolya.
lt's tea time.
lt's for you, Dmitry.
Lopatkin speaking.
When? All right.
They want to see me at
the ministry. l wonder why.
For a report maybe.
They just love reports.
Tell them: everything is fine.
The machine will be ready
in a month,
the world's number one machine.
We'll beat Avdeev.
- 'The ministerial board...
- Good afternoon.
...'congratulates you
'on the pre-term start
of the tube-casting machine.
'That is a nice present
for Stalin's anniversary'.
Send one copy to 'Pravda'.
The minister warned them.
So we have tubes now.
You know very well this is
a far-fetched congratulation.
- The tubes have poor quality.
- l can understand you a loser.
But you should kill evil feelings.
You're a man, aren't you.
You'll invent something new
one day.
What about the machine
for two-layer tubes?
The minister said to stop
the work. We have one already.
They didn't even manage
to steal it properly.
ln your place l would be
more careful with your wording.
l need just one week.
And the project will be ready.
We'll only have to build
a pre-production model.
So build it.
Oh, you've no means, do you?
Turn to the Ministry for some money.
And we shall ask for
someone else's opinion.
- Academician Avdeev's?
- Why not?
He proved his competence
by real work.
They're going to nominate
him for Stalin's Award.
That would mean cheating
our country!
Tubes will be thicker than normally.
Huge over-expenditure of cast iron!
Plus tubes broken during
transportation and building.
Listen to me
while l'm not angry:
take my advice and
go back to Muzga.
l'll cal Ganichev,
he'll give you a job.
l heard you were
a metal-worker there.
They are in deficit
of need metal-workers.
Listen to me, while
l 'am' angry:
l will write to Stalin personally.
You'll answer for your sabotage,
you, window-dresser.
You know what?
l've got sick and tired
of you during these 5 years!
Sick and tired of you!
Get out!
- What?
- Get out!
Tupikin, come here.
And bring Lopatkin's file.
That's it.
Enough is enough.
l'm not going anywhere else.
l want nothing.
Nothing special happened.
Oh really?
Yes.
You just have...
...you just have to breathe
out this vengeance, this spite.
And breathe again.
Breathe freely.
What matters
is that life is not over.
Maybe you're right.
Ringing for us.
lt's a trap not worse
than a spy's.
The minister spent
a lot of money.
You were given
the best designers.
You enjoyed attention.
Then Avdeev's machine
won in fair competition.
That's what they were after.
Now your every appeal
they will take as being sinister.
Sinister envy of a loser.
- Look who is coming by!
- Hi.
Salute. Gee, a button
has come off.
- Let me sew it on.
- No.
Take off your coat.
You used to be a courier,
didn't you.
You've good memory. We