more requests
to go to the Front.
We need you here.
I don't understand you.
You've found shelter, like a cat,
by the side of a pretty woman.
Anyone else would be happy,
but you want to go to the Front.
What, is Irina Vladimirovna
that bad?
How dare you, First Lieutenant?
I am a First Lieutenant
in Internal Affairs.
I hope you understand.
God, how everything's
all tangled up here.
You idiot.
You think it's me?
You had the strongest motive
to make an attempt on his life.
But it's stupid.
You're impulsive, as I confirmed,
but are you that impulsive?
Well, maybe for a loved one?
Leave Irina out of this.
She's got nothing to do with it.
I'll decide who has nothing
to do with it.
You looking for a scapegoat?
Go to hell. I killed him, if that's
what you want!
That's enough, Chernikh.
Sergei Mikhailovitch
understood everything.
Very well, Capitain.
I don't think it's you.
You know why?
You're a lousy shot.
Comrade First Lieutenant!
May I address you?
Go ahead.
I'm responsible for meteorological
services and secretary for the Party unit.
How can I help you? I'm not
a specialist in those areas.
The Party meeting report
has a mistake about Tarasik.
I already sent it off.
It's not Citizen Tarasik,
but a pig - Tarasik.
What pig?
A suckling-pig, Tarasik.
We couldn't feed him.
Pigs need to eat four kilos
of feed to gain one kilo.
They keep eating more and more.
You go to hell with your pig!
Like I need to feed their pig.
They've grown totally insolent from
idleness. Feed it yourself, you idiot.
It's a collection of cretins here.
That's no surprise. The best
minds are at the Front.
Here there are just
invalids and whackos.
Wonderful dumplings.
Tastes like the dushpara
we ate in Persia, remember?
Would you like some more?
Okay. You know, it wouldn't
hurt to have a little...
Valentina Fedorovna.
Well, to the conclusion
of an assignment.
What swill they supply you with.
If it hadn't been cold, I wouldn't
have been able to get it down.
Foma Ilyitch demanded
that it be cold.
Your Foma Ilyitch was an alcoholic.
I'll finish it so it
won't turn sour.
Did he pester you? I'm talking
about Commander Yurchenko.
Typical behavior for a man
who drank more than the norm.
The norm?
First Sergeant Lubotchkin could
put down a liter and a half...
and go out on
a date no problem.
I didn't ask you. I'm interested
in Valentina Fedorovna.
Did Yurchenko harass her?
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
Thank you for a lovely dinner.
I believe a talented person
is talented in everything.
You were a great designer and
now a great cook, I mean chef.
So, when are you expecting?
In about six months.
But I can keep working.
There's no doubt.
It's not my right to interfere.
Did the father know that
he was going to have a child?
Yes, I knew.
Valentina told me.
Please understand. There was
no time to legalize our relationship.
What?
I know we're not married,
but I won't disown my child.
We can legalize our union
if Valentina doesn't object.
Chernikhh, let's go.
You arrived here on
the eleventh of last month.
Your future wife
is in her third.
Nonsense.
Why did you do that?
Life may have worn me down,
but I'm not old.
I know.
But why did you say that?
Will you agree to be my wife?
I'll go, Sergei Mikhailovitch.
I need some rest after all of this.
Heal.
Comrade Capitain.
The Internal Affairs Lieutenant
ordered me to send a telegraph.
Lieutenant Turovsky is to be
arrested when he arrives there.
Is it possible
he killed the Commander?
I don't know.
What does the Lieutenant
look like?
- I don't remember.
- Me neither.
The boys all look the same.
What should I do?
Orders are not discussed.
Orders are carried out.
"CHUKOTKA. 1944"
Don't worry, they're
not taking me to a camp.
They're taking me to a secret
institute to design airplanes.
Maybe they'll need
a cook there too.
Most important for you
is to take care of Roma.
I'll get in touch
as