have a drink I'm
going to throw up.
I heard your parents are giving
a party for Sasha this evening.
Um um. Yes, they are.
Are you expecting a lot of
people?
A dozen or so...
We're going to have a trial run
of our Moscow tours on troikas
with gypsies right now,
and I would like to invite your
group.
Sasha and Jill are coming.
Thank you.
I'd also like to ask if you
would invite us to your little
gathering this evening.
Eh.
Thanks. Yeah.
It was awful. Just awful.
Sasha, you're a hero here and
you want to be one.
I guess you had to think of
something to impress the little girl!
Now, why did you say that?
Supposedly, you brought me up
here with good intentions.
Weren't you trying to help, not
make it worse?
Cut it out! I am not your
mother! I'm not even your wife.
Leave, then.
Fine!
Come in!
What happened to you? The
gypsies are waiting!
Stop here for one second. I see
they just got a vodka delivery.
What, are all these grandmothers
alcoholics or something?
They get forty rubles a month
pension.
If you remember, we paid thirty
for a bottle of vodka the other day.
Tonight, each of them will sell
a bottle and raise their
standard of living almost twice.
It's called survival.
Forty rubles! That's enough for
one dinner at a restaurant!
With no drinks. But why would
grandmothers go to restaurants anyway?
Aye, brave beautiful new world!
We are worrying about having too
much freedom
and the old ladies are fighting
to survive on the monthly pension
that can't buy one diner in a
restaurant!
Where are we headed?
More sanctions they are imposing
on us!
A month ago, they permitted
selling at the Rizhsky Market,
and now they're forbidding it
again!
What are people supposed to do
with all the goods they
manufactured to sell there?
How's anyone going to make any
money this way?
That's a weak government for
you.
Those helpless liberals don't know
whether they're coming or going.
If it were up to me, I'd shut that
Rizhsky Market down once and for all.
It's a joke! A fur hat costs
three times my pension!
Who's going to buy it? Only
another speculator, like themselves!
So! In a government store you'd
never even see a hat!
So, who needs hats anyway!
First it was the party bigwigs
who went around in fur hats, now
it's the speculators.
It's never the plain folk.
I don't care if I'm being
exploited by Brezhnev or a
speculator - it's all the same!
We need justice, equality.
Everyone should be the same.
There! The true voice of Russia!
Wait a minute! If you don't let
anyone make the hats, you'll all
be going around bareheaded!
Better without hats than without
justice!
Where did you get that?
We'll spare no expense when it
comes to our own flesh and blood!
You bought it at a private
market. You can't get piglets at
a government store.
So let them grow pigs!
But not at these prices!
What prices?!
They start from nothing!
If they don't survive, you'll
never see any piglets at all!
During Stalin you could get
piglets in the stores!
During Stalin twenty million
were slaving away in labor camps!
And if you were ten minutes late
for work they'd put you away too!
At least there was order.
You see! I rest my case!
Chaos! Disaster! We're headed
for civil war!
I must say, I don't envy Gorbachev.
Trying to get this country to budge.
You've budged it enough.
Fortunately it won't be much longer.
What's that supposed to mean?
We're going to set things
straight.
And who died and left you boss?
We don't need your blessing. As
soon as these liberals bring the
country to complete collapse,
it will fall into our hands,
like a ripe fruit.
May I have this dance?
I can't dance to this.
Oh, it's simple. Come, come,
I'll show you. Come.
What is the reason for all this
gloom?
It's all so boring. All these
stupid arguments and now this
ridiculous tango.
You can leave if you're bored.
No one's keeping you from being
with kids your own age.