thigh
not in the head.
5.6 caliber. In which part
of the skull was the bullet?
The entrance was in this area.
So the shot came from below.
Who shot it?
Yakov Illarionovitch,
of course you'll find out.
Petya, walk around here.
Listen to what people are
saying and I'll take a walk.
Yes, Sir.
Vasily's father found her.
Her spine's broken.
She's lucky she got thrown out
of the cockpit. She survived.
Can you give her this photograph?
Somebody translate.
It's a photograph from
Lieutenant Shmatko.
Do you know
if a broken spine is serious?
Get the legs higher.
Our village stableman fell,
broke his neck and just died.
But she's breathing. She even
talked until she was sedated.
Let's go to the briefing, Vanya.
We'll hope for the best.
Give it more.
More.
That's it. Turn it off.
Vasily.
Vasily!
Get in.
Quit dawdling.
Get a move on.
Let's go. We need to talk.
You want to become a pilot?
You dream of flying?
If you want, I can help you
get into pilot's school.
Even with only five years
of school, you're smart.
- How old are you?
- I'll be seventeen soon.
Let's go take a walk.
You don't say much.
You disappear to who knows
where. You lead a double life.
Vasily, it's like a spy.
It's not good.
The base is a State secret.
Every detail must be clear. Right?
I don't know.
I know. My job demands
I know everything.
Especially everything
about you, Vasily.
Where do you get the bullets?
The bullets are for hunting.
Times are hard after winter.
My father asked me for them.
Your father asked and like a
good son you got him bullets.
And one of those bullets
killed Commander Yurchenko.
A hero. A front-line soldier.
A decorated man. A Communist.
You didn't like him, did you?
He's the boss.
How can I not like him?
Who loves bosses and authority?
Show me that idiot.
Bosses and power need to be
respected and feared, not loved.
Then it is power, not the love
of a slave to a master.
It's a waste of time.
There's a lot of hunting
and shooting practice here.
It's not your concern, Capitain.
You people just need
to find a 5.6 caliber shell.
Can you really help me
learn to fly?
I won't teach you myself, but I can
help you enter the school. Sit down.
We'll get everything done right now.
Write a request.
"I, your name,
born in 1927...
Are you a Young Communist?
Yes, I was admitted last year.
Should I write my Russian
family name? Popov?
Write Popov.
Yakov Illarionovitch!
They found three, but they're old.
Lying there a few years already.
Keep searching.
"I request that you admit me
to pilot's school
in order to become
a loyal falcon of Stalin
and destroy the cursed fascists."
Date and signature.
Give it to me.
Same exact mistake.
And the handwriting is the same.
I thought it was you
who wrote the denunciations.
It was you, Vasya, who informed
on Commander Yurchenko.
About his conflict
with Lieutenant Turovsky.
Also known as "Ace".
So, tell me everything in detail
or you won't be flying.
You'll be felling trees
in the swamps.
And you won't see your relatives
for a long time.
What happened between Lieutenant
Turovsky and the commander?
It looks like
there was combat here.
So many used shells and not one
that we're looking for.
Let me dismiss my men, alright?
There's the transit.
We need to prepare the planes.
The men need to rest.
It's not my decision. Here comes
my chief. He'll decide
if your men are needed or not.
- You didn't find them?
- Nothing.
We even checked out to
two hundred and fifty meters.
The Capitain requests
to dismiss his security platoon.
Of course, let them go. Why torment
the men looking for a needle?
And what will this shell tell us?
Nonsense.
The residential population has
a few dozen Winchester rifles.
Sergei Mikhailovitch.
Stay here for a talk, please.
It won't take much time.
Why are you standing there,
Vasily? Go about your business.
He's a good guy.
He dreams of flying.
Don't write any