again.....
Don't feel bad.
It is important to concentrate, and just...
Let go, and everything will be fine.
-Thanks a lot, Masha.
I remind you that this is
the program 'The Big City' .
You can call and share your happiness
or your sadness
We've just got another call.
-Good evening.
-Hello.. I don't know how to put it... How to tell a man,
that I don't love him anymore?
-Are you sure that's the way you feel?
-Yes... I mean he's very kind and nice and
he loves me. We've been together for two years.
I know if I tell him, he will feel bad.
But, I do not know...
I'm so confused... I just can't handle it...
That's complicated.
Anyway, I believe honesty is the right policy.
-If you kill me, I I'm not gonna be mad.
We'll see... Hold on a sec.
-Kostia. Good you are here.
-Hi.
-Masha is coming.
-Listen, she's kinda... u know...
-I got it. I'll sort it out.
-All right, bye.
-Bye.
-So, let's go?
-Uhu.
'singing'
we have some changes.
-What?
-From now on you are going to put one song,
from this CD, at the end of every hour.
And in the breaks you talk about the band.
The text is here.
Sorry but I can do this!
-What?
-Felix Ivanovich, I cannot
say this on the radio.
You could take me off the air,
but, this is crap.
People are actually listening to this station.
No, Yemelyanova,
I'm not gonna substitute you, no.
It's goonna be much easier.
I will close this circus.
You do your last shift
and that's it - you are fired!
-Hi, Marusya.
-Hi.
-This is for you.
-Thanks.
-What's the occasion?
-Masha, I was wrong.
Forgive me.
It's ok.
How bout we stop the fight?
Ok, I'll take that.
the parents gave me the guest list.
They asked us to approve the guests...
that we need.
I wanted to consult you.
Here, are we gonna invite Nicolaev?
-No, Dima, whom are you arguing with?
...wait.
.. Excuse me, Mister,
do you have a minute ?
-Do you remember the song by Grebenshikov, about the phone?
-Remember?
-wait.
So?
(Whistles the tune)
-No, no, that's another one.
-So?.
-See, I told you.
-No, I told you.
-No, I told to you.
Thanks a lot.
-So can I walk you back?
-Well, ok.
-Ok, Nikolaev is invited. The Anghelovs - for sure.
-Kostya...
-Kosarevs - we'll think about them.
-There will be no wedding.
-Polyakovs...What?
What kind of joke is that? There will be no wedding.
I didn't get it, what do you mean - there will be no wedding?
I just can't.
Kostya?
Please, try to understand me.
Kostenka, you are very nice.
Kostya, you are my closest person...
please, understand me.
-Kostya, it's not me freaking out.
-Forgive me.
-We gonna be fine, everything will be fine,
-Kostya, I just can not.
-Forgive me
-Kostya!
-Stop saying that, we'll be ok.
I don't love you.
Forgive me, please.
Kostya...
-Kostya, please, forgive me.
-Stop it. It's Ok.
It's all good.
-Kostya... Hold on, wait, wait. Kostya...
-Stop it, it's ok...
-Wait.
It's all good. Fine.
How are you?
So, what's up?
No, I don't understand.
-So, what's up
-I don't understand you.
Hey, come on...
Bang tibidokh-tibidokh
(Georgian accent) One big, grey, steel bird...
Hey, Max, flied, flied...
Flied, flied, fell down and collapsed!
That's why we construct houses, not planes.
-They, of course collapse, but at least don't fly!
-To you, Max and to us.
-To your brilliant future.
-To brilliant future... work for my uncle the
next five years.
-By the way, nice uncle, Woltberg it's a name.
-Actually I love St Pete
-Anyway, I'm not gonna drink there.
-I hardly believe in such patriotism.
I just don't get the point of all
these conversations?
-Vitiush, it's very simple, didn't you get that?
It's all because of Marina.
-Come on, I'm that way as well...
-You remember with Galia? Same shit.
An architect needs a muse.
-How can an architect do without a muse?
-Fedya...
- You see, the guy is absolutely smashed.
-I love St. Pete, I do not want to go.
-And why I do not want?
-Marynka, Marynka, I love you!
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