question or the second?
Of course the first.
Everything here is rather
entangled and complicated.
It seems a lot of people
longed for your husband's death.
That's a very bold statement.
Let's say it softer. A lot of people
were not over fond of your husband?
Right.
Do you suppose I am involved
in Foma Ilyitch's death?
I must rely solely on facts.
And the facts say things
to me that are ambiguous.
A successful officer.
A war hero.
The wife is beautiful and smart.
He could have had
a good career on the mainland.
Instead, he goes to the middle
of nowhere, into uncertainty.
Why?
I don't quite understand.
It was my initiative
to come here.
No one comes here voluntarily.
You can't go any further.
It's the end of the earth.
Now your uncle, he established
an excellent plant in Kolyma.
The authorities ordered it,
and so he went. But you?
You chose to volunteer?
It's hard to believe.
Pardon my doubts.
I volunteered to come here
with my husband.
That's commendable.
And what did Foma Ilyitch
think about your...
Let's say it softer.
How did your husband handle
your romance with Lisnevsky?
I'm not judging you.
It's not my right to judge you,
but look for yourself.
The situation is delicate.
It leads me to thoughts
not in your favor.
Sergei Mikhailovitch couldn't
do such a thing.
Excuse me, you know better.
You knew the deceased better.
Yes, and Capitain Lisnevsky too.
And so farewell.
I mustn’t take more of your time.
Irina Vladimirovna,
Why did you assume he was killed?
That's how I was to understand,
"He couldn't do such a thing."?
I didn't say a word about the
cause of Foma Ilyitch’s death.
Yakov Illarionovitch!
The doctor didn't find anything.
I rummaged through his head.
Here's what I found.
Dunce, maybe it was
left over from the Front.
It's my fault,
Comrade First Lieutenant.
Don't worry. You're right, Petya.
His old wound was in the 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.