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Give me just one chance...
And you'll realize...
That I'm the goods.
Give me this day,
Give me this night,
Give me just one chance...
You won't sleep...
Until I'm with you.
Let me go! You have no right!
Quiet, be quiet.
Don't be afraid.
What's your name?
- Bob.
- What?
Boris.
Boris Moiseevich Toiter.
I'm Mels.
Listen, Bob.
I want to ask you something.
Teach me to dance stylish.
Screw you!
Understand, you are the only guy I know among your people.
Oh, really?
It was a nice introduction to be sure.
Is it so hard for you?
Two squats, three claps.
Listen, Bob...
I won't leave you alone.
Bob, you'll be seeing me in your nightmares. Understand?
What is a dance?
A dance is the rhythmic
movement of bodies.
For example, the wien or classical waltz.
Vertebrate dislocation...
- Whose?
- Doesn't matter.
It's a three-beat movement with concurrent rotation around the partner.
Jazz unlike the classical styles is...
Get to the point!
Alright.
There are three main styles: atomic, Canadian and double Hamburg.
Can we skip the theory?
Okay. You're the guy, I'm the girl.
Let's go!
Hands off!
Paw the gals, not me!
How do I do it?
Like this.
First of all.
Where are you putting your hands?
You'll get a slap from a chick, if you're coming on this way.
Start with the right leg.
Hold yourself straight.
Move your legs and do not babble!
Feel free...
- An athlete?
- Yes.
Now squat a little... and twist!
Here you don't need to be
stronger, faster, higher.
Here you need... drive.
An energy. From within.
...I like boogie-woogie and I'm dancing boogie-woogie every day.
To be a real stilyaga,
Buddy, you need to dance well.
You must know what Canadian style is.
It's all serious here,
it's no polka or quadrille.
There's the atomic style and also the hamburg-triple style...
Try to learn it, buddy,
you've got what it takes!
You like boogie-woogie.
You like boogie-woogie.
You like boogie-woogie.
You like boogie-woogie.
You like boogie-woogie,
and you're dancing boogie-woogie every day!
Hello.
Son...
What are you doing in this house
in our absence?
We were just dancing.
In a country where you can't even sneeze loudly
without violating the criminal code...
He is just dancing.
After all, criminal prosecution for
"idolization of  the West" has not been abolished.
Please, look at yourself in the mirror.
Even your hairdo
is in violation of this law.
Alright.
Who was that young man?
My acquaintance.
Why are you so trustful?
Borya...
This young man has the attractive appearance of a KGB agent.
But why do we have to suspect everyone?
Do you know what this is?
And why it is here?
It's the basic necessities for a person imprisoned in a preliminary detention facility.
Uncle Adolf went to prison only because he had a politically incorrect name.
Aunt Fira was arrested...
Because she hung Stalin's portrait across from the bathroom door.
I never even got an explanation for
why I was imprisoned.
But that experience...
I will remember for the rest of my life.
But Dad! It is impossible to live like this!
With this locked door,
with this damned suitcase!
You're a doctor
you should understand!
This endless oppression
may lead to insanity!
- Borya...
- What, Mom?
If you don't care about yourself,
at least have pity on me and your father!
Sonny, the pants aren't too tight?
You should try...
using silicate glue.
Or what if it begins to rain all of a sudden?
Or a street sprinkler goes on?
And... it all falls apart.
- Mels.
- What?
Have you gone nuts?
What's wrong?
A crisis hits USA economy.
Are you going outside like this?
Of course. Or was I unloading night trains for nothing?
Father, tell him!
What? I like it!
We also used to play dress up in the village to scare the girls.