Yeah?
Let's go. Heal.
It's kind of my own experiment -
onion soup.
It's good.
But please, no experiments.
Not everyone liked your last soup.
The last load of millet
was rather manco.
Please, speak like a human.
It was well underweight.
Underweight. How much?
In some bags up to two kilos.
No surprise. They're stealing.
Who's stealing on my airdrome?
Who?
The devil knows.
I have a feeling it's everyone.
A strong statement.
It's not a statement.
It's an established fact.
Get ready. They're arriving soon.
Don't make accusations.
It's warm again.
How many times must I teach you?
Vodka must be cold.
It should numb your teeth
and burn your insides.
Am I right, Roman Denisovitch?
Sit.
- Any mail?
- Yes.
How is it? Show me.
I told you it wouldn't make it.
Hold it.
What did you write on me?
Are you mocking me?
- There's nothing there.
- Don't play dumb. What did you write?
I wrote what I was supposed to.
I don't know how you read it.
That's not my responsibility.
Where are the Americans?
In Alaska. They left right away.
The one who I told
what you wrote, was she there?
Lieutenant MacLaine was there.
How is she?
Fine. She hasn't changed.
I didn't look closely.
Okay, go work.
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
Her name's Mary. Mary MacLaine.
He got airsick.
He's not used to planes.
Roman Denisovitch are you going
to raise pigs here?
I asked for a pig.
But I meant a grown hog so we'd
have fresh meat
for the allies.
So, what can you make out of this?
It's only enough for two cutlets.
What were you thinking?
You're not a stupid guy.
What do we do with her now?
It's a he. A male.
I was told to bring a pig.
I didn't know what for.
I chose the liveliest one.
I thought there'd be a pig.
I couldn't have imagined
they'd bring this creature.
This is not a pig farm. I won't
tolerate a pig on my airdrome.
The Douglas already left.
We'll have to wait until later.
You want to take the pig
on plane rides?
At least not kill him.
It's a shame. He's cute and clean.
He only peed twice on the plane.
I even came up with a name for
him during the flight - Tarasik.
Remove the pig from the facility.
And take him where?
He's already got a name.
Tarasik.
We can't keep him fed.
Please, close the door.
Don't let the cold in.
- Hello, are you Ivan Yakovlevitch?
- What problems brought you?
Can you do something
to bring it back to life?
Chinensis Minima.
It's impossible. You should have
brought the whole bush in a pot.
That's what me and Zip,
I mean Lieutenant Nullin wanted,
but the old lady refused to sell it.
She just gave us one branch.
It's difficult to grow in open soil.
The rose is demanding,
yet generous.
It needs sun, warmth and bright
light almost the whole day.
And where can we get that?
Will there be a rose?
I'll try. I'm not omnipotent,
but it's got me interested.
Sergei Mikhailovitch,
in light of our pilot's delay
I've come up with an idea.
We need to schedule the arrival
of our pilots in such a way,
that they won't meet
the Americans.
This would give us more time
to prepare the fighters
and less problems with
undesirable contacts.
Do we want them
to start having affairs?
I'm serious about this.
You saw those young roosters
strutting for the Americans.
I don't mind, but you understand
that if something happens...
...there will be hell to pay.
I would write an order:
"Please arrange the schedule so,
our pilots time here will not
coincide with the Americans."
Go and write it.
Tuitko!
Tuitko!
Course - one hour fifteen.
Radio check every five minutes.
Visual contact
with closest links.
We're going home.
Why is the pig still
on the airdrome?
What can we do with him,
Comrade Commander?
I don't care.
Do whatever you want,
just get rid of the pig.
It's unsanitary to have
a pig in a mess unit.
But Tarasik's tiny and clean.
He likes it when we scrub him.
We need to present him to the
Americans. It's a rich country.They can