It's better if you do it.
Yeah, right.
Understood.
- How do you feel?
- A little in the head.
In general I'm ready
to fly, like, today.
Yes?
You-- Why, Yevgeni Petrovich?
I am completely healthy.
Really, Gregory?
Elena Mikhailovna,
tell them what you think.
Gregory Vasilivich, you can't fly,
not tomorrow or the day after.
After such trauma,
you have to stay in bed.
- But Elena Mikhailovna...
- I'm a doctor.
Another must fly.
We will not risk your life.
Andrei Gordienko will fly.
I didn't think that it would
be so hard to part.
I also didn't think.
I forgot something,
but what?... .
Andrei.
Don't be angry but it seems
to me that you aren't
upset about being apart.
Even glad.
What, Lena, I'm upset.
Honestly, I'm upset.
I see. I see.
And understand.
- And forgive you.
- Lena.
But I'm so afraid for you.
- Lena.
- Andrei.
Everything will be all right.
We'll return.
It's time.
Well.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Andrei.
- Thanks.
- Goodbye, take care of yourself.
Have a safe journey,
Yevgeni Petrovich.
Get better.
Here, Yevgeni, soil from
your native land.
Let it always be with you.
Thank you.
MOTHERLAND
- Check the instruments.
- Aye-aye.
- Instruments are in order.
- Get ready.
Nervous?
Nervous.
Attention.
Takeoff position.
Moscow speaking.
Moscow speaking.
The Soviet people congratulate you
on the space ship "Motherland"...
What are the instruments showing?
Just a second.
Radiation?
What is this,
Yevgeni Petrovich?
- Amulet?
- Talisman.
You have a talisman?
Soil from my native land, Andrei.
Our Earth.
- By the way, you haven't forgot?
- What?
We have a date today.
Yes, a date with your old friend, wait,
I'm initiating, one second.
Hello, tribesman.
Young and unknown friend.
Hello, dream!
Yevgeni Petrovich,
that is also your baby?
This is flying our youth.
You'll hear from me
again in one hour.
Damn the wise guy who created
these advertising transmissions.
This means, old fellow,
I'm extremely tired.
My imagination is
finished.
Where can I find here
some breaking news?
Breaking news.
Breaking news...
You need a sensation, Verst?
There is.
We're off course.
You are off your mind, Robert.
Nobody believes you.
Our navigation system
is off its mind.
It's let us down.
What?
- Are you joking, Robert.
- I'm not joking, Herman.
We are off course and instead of Mars,
we are headed towards the sun.
Look, isn't that breaking news?
What are you waiting for?
Do something.
We've already gone through
the one third of fuel tank.
What will happen?
- Robert?
- Calm down.
We will try to figure it out.
Sit down.
Accelerate the engine.
Get into start position.
- Start ready.
- Ignite.
Andrei.
Mars.
SOS signal. Who is it?
"Typhoon" speaking.
"Typhoon" speaking.
We're in trouble.
We're in trouble.
Our coordinates according to the
star Sirius are 24 point 5. 97 point 3.
Help us.
"Typhoon" speaking.
The distance to "Typhoon"?
Twelve point four.
Meteor Belt?
The density of the meteor belt
has increased.
Fuel?
Acceleration will be high,
Yevgeni Petrovich.
- We'll take the risk.
- Of course.
People are in danger.
Set a course to "Typhoon".
Aye-aye.
Send a message to Earth...
... we are coming to the rescue.
Turn on the radar.
Aye-aye, turning on radar.
- Attention.
- Aye-aye.
- Get into start position.
- Aye-aye.
Engage.
Power up the engine.
This is "Typhoon".
This is "Typhoon".
Help us. We are heading
towards the sun.
Why is no one answering?
The help signal.
No, Herman, that is
a new danger signal.
We are entering a meteor shower.
What's going to happen?
That is a question, old fellow,
I can answer that only in heaven.
Death.
To live. To live...
"Motherland" speaking.
"Motherland" speaking.
We are coming to help you.
We are coming to help.
Hold on.
Don't loose hope.
"Typhoon" speaking.
"Typhoon" speaking.
Can you hear me?
Quickly get away
from us to a distance.
We are in a meteor