anger me.
You're a petty person.
Killing a living creature.
He is not even in your way,
and you all
- are strangling him.
- Not him can be strangled.
Let's never again
discuss this man in my house.
lt's you who started this.
l didn't think you'd get
so excited.
Or maybe you too are enchanted
by our romantic hero?
Guys, quit it.
Now l know where
l met you.
So, your tube story
is hi-story now?
Sorry for the punch.
How come you know?
Don't fear, l'm not
a Japanese spy.
l had the pleasure to be
present at the presentation.
l'm an inventor too.
And, of course, l take
interest
in scientific developments.
l rooted for you, but, alas,
l was in the minority.
A new full-fledged
Russian ruble.
The first time l'm holding it.
Make a wish, colleague.
- Hi, Vasily.
- Hi, Evgheny Ustinovich.
This way.
My lair.
Watch your step.
Don't get surprised.
The point is
all my life
l have been shadowed
by foreign
intelligence.
They managed to steal
my best invention.
That's why l carefully
guard the rest ones.
Something here is worthwhile
to be guarded.
You don't believe me, do you?
You want proof?
That was a drink.
And now - a chaser...
Unbelievable. lt should
be immediately...
'lmmediately'!
l thoughtjust as well.
While l was writing to
different instances,
they stole a sample
of this powder.
Now Americans use it to extinguish
fire at oil production.
And l have not only this.
Here you are,
please.
This is...
All those people,
walking along the street. l can
give nothing of this to them.
l wish
l gave this and my life
to them - and l can't.
Oh, l'm saying this,
but you were in my boots,
weren't you.
Now l don't make declarations
about any finds,
l don't want my pipe
end in the hands of Poles.
l'd rather burn with it,
like Gogol's hero.
Have your breakfast.
You must be tired
after a hard night's work.
We'll sleep it off later.
Where do you stay, by the way?
You aren't from Moscow, are you?
Move to my place.
Believe me, you'll sleep better
here than at the terminal.
Evgheny Busko,
an ex professor
of the Moscow University,
and now a scandalmonger,
abuser of the Soviet science
the list of my titles
goes on to continue.
Dmitry Lopatkin,
an ex-teacher of physics,
no like titles
to pride myself in, yet.
You'll live and deserve ones,
colleague.
Dmitry Lopatkin,
not registered in Moscow.
Thirty kopecks.
Next one.
Well?
What a music,
Evgheny Ustinovich!
l wish l could hit the conservatory,
with the gods!
Can we afford that much?
l don't know
fairer music
than the music of numeral theory.
Try to do this for me.
Harder.
Congratulations,
Evgheny Ustinovich!
Smart head!
Lady, you can't break
pedestrian rules.
Wait!
Nadezhda Sergeevna,
l came across him.
l mean that inventor of yours.
lt was quite a race,
following him!
He lives around the corner,
in Lyakhov pereulok.
Because if he were a caller,
he wouldn't have taken out
keys from his pocket.
Hi. Tell me whether
there's a certain Dmitry...
Uncle Zhenya!
He lives at uncle Zhenya's.
- How do you do.
- How do you do.
lt's about Dmitry Lopatkin.
l came to see your tenant.
What is your problem?
l'm an old acquaintance of his.
'Old', eh.
Can you wait while he's out?
- Yes.
- Please come upstairs.
Here is a living room
and a studio at a time.
One moment.
'Cod-liver oil'
Excuse me...
- There are two of you here?
- Yes.
Everything is legal.
Temporary registration.
- Take a seat.
- No, l must go.
Maybe you're right. Go.
He's having a hard day:
the ministry, the patent agency.
- Do you want to leave a message?
- Yes...
No. Thanks.
l'm sorry.
Good bye.
You filled us to our full!
Like back in Muzga.
Moscow flat
and the Urals' meals.
Girls go left,
and boys go right.
l and Pavel need
to gossip.
Shura, fetch a lemon
and glasses.
Zinaida Afanasievna.
- Well?
- lt becomes you.
Oh, don't give me that.
Nothing becomes my figure.
l bought no end of