promise that.
Hey! What is it?
Look, Safronov,
we talked it over with my brother,
- We decided not to go.
- We changed our mind.
They'll kill us all, and
we've got kids, you know.
- Shall I kill them?
- No.
First we'll go visit our former
collective farm chairman.
I've been wondering why he
moved out of the farmstead.
- So we'll ask him.
- And if he chooses not to answer?
We'll keep asking then.
Quietly.
We talked it over with my brother.
I'll go with you after all.
In case it all works out.
- But why only one of you?
- In case it doesn't work out.
At least the brother'll be home
and having gone nowhere then.
The war's started.
I don't like that.
Cheer up, Lykov.
We'll take care of you.
We just need
to get near that house.
Listen, Vasily Ivanovich,
it's me, Safronov.
Haven't you recognized me?
I've recognized you all right.
And two of your pals as well.
I just can't make out
the third one.
Then stop shooting.
We just need to talk!
We've got nothing to talk about!
And I have the right to shoot you
bandits on my private property!
And I sent
my family to the city.
- So, were you waiting for us?
- You, or the likes of you.
Tell me, Philip Ilyich,
have I killed Lykov?
Not yet.
You only wounded him.
It's a shame.
'Cause I aimed right at his heart.
Why've you stopped talking?
We're just wondering:
Should we tear you into pieces,
or just skin you alive
when we get you,
you son-of-a-bitch.
Surrender, you bastard, or else
I'll blow you up with a grenade!
How come you have a grenade?
I don't. I just wanna scare him.
Kolya, you climb
the fence over there.
Panka, you go to the left,
and I'll go to the right.
And you, Lykov, stay here.
You may shoot and raise your hat.
Only don't stand up yourself! You
better call him all kinds of names!
As he's a spiteful man,
he'll start shooting at you.
Then we'll get him
from three sides at once.
And mind all of you:
You can wound him,
but we need him alive.
Vasily Ivanovich, it's me!
Remember, I asked
your daughter's hand!
Ah, Panya!
Why won't you talk to us?
We came to see you,
and you started shooting at us.
Can't you just talk like a man?
You're so spiteful.
Let's take him to the ice-hole.
Tell us, Vasily Ivanovich,
what sort of trick
did you pull with our land?
I wish I killed you, bastards!
You and me are almost
relatives, so to speak.
We're both war veterans,
we shed our blood for our country.
- You have two Orders of Glory.
- Three!
And you must have been
just a cook's apprentice!
Take him by the hair. My hands are
getting numb from the cold.
Bastard!
He bit off my finger!
He got away, the bastard!
Gone with the current!
The gaff, get the gaff or
we'll lose him!
Damn it, where
am I going to get the gaff?
Perfiliev! Alive!
There is an opening in the ice
over there, Philip Ilyich.
There must be a hot
spring running underneath.
That Vasily Ivanovich,
that stubborn devil!
Is he dead?
Don't worry, we'll resurrect him.
Some 4 years ago enterprisers
from the town came to my place,
and an apparatchik with them.
We talked about cooperation. They
promised fabulous profits to our farm.
They treated me to all kinds
of foods and drinks for the whole week.
And I signed some kind
of a paper, the idiot.
After that they
sent us two old tractors,
a truckful of brick,
some rusty metal beams.
They made me a personal
present - a farm motorcycle.
Then their business failed
and they vanished into thin air.
I don't even know
the apparatchik's whereabouts.
But one enterpriser lives
in the district nearby.
So I'll take you to him.
It's all my fault and I'll expiate
my sin with my own blood.
It's just that I don't like the cold
when I'm thawing.
I was wounded twice in the winter
during the war.
I got frozen dead into the earth
but was saved both times.
- How old are you?
- I'm 73 according to the passport.
But I added an odd year
just to get drafted in the army.
And never mind