Germany, or Belgium, maybe?
- Well, no
- Why not?
lf you plan to, l've got great
contacts for you
You'll get refugee status really quick
The first generation - they found
it harder
By the way, did you know
that there's a gynaecological
hospital at this address?
And you probably thought what?
Ah, no. The gynaecological hospital
is opposite there
And this is a completely different. . .
But why's it different?
Actually it's that very same place
lt only looks
like a gynaecological hospital
But if you dig any deeper
it's the KGB's basements
The basements?
The basements
Sorry, lady, l can't make the
conversation with you now
l know, good driver
he always makes the conversation
l don't know, lady, if you get
these moments or not
Of course, women have them
less often, but still
They're unpleasant, these moments
When everything's really awful
And that moment it's hard making
the conversation
How do we get to. . .
What's that?
Gnezdikovsky
Gnezdikovsky Lane
Hey, mamma!
Maybe she's deaf?
Hey, oldie!
Hey, look!
lt's our old pal
ln fucking person!
Hey, how are you, fuck it?
Hi, faggot!
Fag!
What you grinning at?
l can tell these fucking fairies
from a mile away
Shit look at his get-up. He really
has his hackles up
Let me fucking punch him
Hey, you fag bitch, fucking gonna get
some treatment. . .
Stop, fag
Tell me, you like the music?
l got the good music
You mind if l put him on?
Change!
Our hearts cry for- Change
Change!
Our eyes beg for- Change
ln our laughter, in our tears
And in the pulsing of our veins:
Change!
We wait for change!
Alexei
l was waiting for you
l knew you'd come
They had you followed
but l asked them to stop it
l don't like such things
Sit down. Like a drink?
- No.
- Too bad
Well, l'll have one
Had a hard day today
Anyway, why would you care...?
You're here for something else entirely
l even know what you want from me
Well, ask then!
Everybody does
- Common!
- The experiment. . .
What? The experiment?
Nonsense
That experiment is utter nonsense
lt doesn't mean a thing to you
Do you know who you really are?
And who we all really are?
Have you ever thought about it
seriously, even once?
l'm quite sure you haven't
But l think about it from time to time
Here it is:
we are nothing
dust, atoms
And l can prove it to you scientifically
Dust!
So, why? Why come here?
And in that get-up
You were given money...
much more than you
ever dreamed of
No one hurt you
Yet you come here...
demanding something
What, you think you're the only
one like that? Oh no!
You're not
And what am l to do?
l'm a doctor, l made an oath
"to do no harm". . .
But it's impossible to do no harm
Whatever l do to you - whether
removing a tumour, or treating a cold
Or if l kill you on the spot. . .
it makes no difference
Neither good nor harm
But do You know that you're
harm yourself?
You're a poison
You've multiplied like flies, eh?
You walk around, defecate on each other,
you don't even notice each other
You are of no benefit
However, l'm of no benefit either
The whole of science is destruction
The deeper we go into a human being
the less he exists
lndeed, he never did exist
He never had any intrinsic value
That's why all oaths are just mad rants
lt's irrelevant
Do you know, for example,
how l feel about you?
No. . .
And l don't know how you feel
about me either
You live your life and it means
everything to you
And quite right, life is good
And one can live it in style
one can love
do interesting things
listen to music, read literature. . .
have kids, work in the garden!
But here we have no life
We have neutrons, protons. . .
tiny particles. . .
So what do you need this for?
Why are you silent?
lt tortures me. . .
Can l. . .go, like, there?
Turn it on. . .
You're dumb!
Has anybody told you that?
You're dumb cattle. . .
l don't even feel sorry for