want to be disturbed.
-I want to give her these.
-Forget it.
Come off it, guys!
-Tell him to keep them.
-Are you crazy?
I don't want them.
Tania tells you to keep them.
I never take my presents back.
She's grateful to you, obviously, but
she wants no more presents from you.
She may change her mind.
You know what she's like.
She's nuts!
Tell her she makes me feel old
for the first time.
It really hurts.
Judging by the flowers,
he's the lucky bridegroom.
A fine specimen!
What do I do with these?
Keep them yourself.
-Mr. Borodin, may I detain you?
-Detain criminals, not me!
Thank you so much
for the computers.
We're the best-equipped
police force in the area!
We're on the Internet.
We can even contact Interpol!
Keep it up,
you'll get a medal.
Take a good look.
You won't see them again.
Some men still give
real presents.
-You came to see Tania?
-No.
Then who?
You, Sveta.
Happy birthday.
-Where did he find time?
-I'll drown him!
I'm sick of seeing
that alcoholic face.
-I have it all planned, Misha.
-No, Zoya!
The autopsy will say
he drowned, drunk.
Garkusha!
Can you hear me?
What have you done?
Misha!
Forgive me! I'm a dirty rat!
I drank the lot!
My soul was aching for it!
It 's Zoya's fault, the slut!
Not letting me drink!
Think of it! Me!
Forbidding me my vodka!
Forbidding Garkusha is forbidden!
Stupid cow!
Not my face!
Easy, Misha.
We'll find a solution,
no problem.
We'll give her a bridal gift
like you've never seen!
It 'll make her forget Moscow
and everything else!
Garkusha!
-I want earrings.
-Earrings?
She'll have earrings!
Zoya! My business suit!
Zoya!
On your mark...
Get set...
These aren't knives,
they're works of art.
They sell like hot cakes.
100 roubles each!
Add it up.
Let 's go!
Zoya! You'll be there at 7, right?
Where can I go like this?
A freak show?
Come. It 's my wedding.
See you there.
A gift. They're American.
Hot stuff!
You're better than
Bruce Lee, man!
Choose my best melon.
Happy?
Enjoy it!
''Once more unto the breach...''
Here goes.
-We do business with Mohammedans?
-Who else?
Listen, chief.
I have a red hot deal.
Get lost. I already lost three!
You think I'm Santa Claus?
-Me, I got one too.
-No deal?
Okay, no big deal.
It 's a free country.
No sweat, Misha.
That 's capitalism. Dog eat dog!
Hi, chief. Is that your son?
What 's it to you?
Give the kid a present.
Buy it for me, Dad!
Give me that. Beat it.
-He's a real man already.
-Give him the bottle.
Just a minute!
We need cash.
-You have no cash?
-Give it back!
Wait!
Cash would have been good,
but this isn't bad.
-Go on, get lost!
-Allah Akbar!
A la what bar?
And the gift?
Hurry up!
Your fiancйe's waiting!
Pass it! Here!
Go, go.
-It 's yours.
-Here, here.
Go, go.
Pass, pass.
Play it high.
I'll drive it with my head!
Great.
Listen.
We have to face the facts.
Vodka is not an acceptable
bridal gift.
-No way.
-That being the case, what do we do?
-Drink it.
-You said it, not me!
-Three roubles 20.
-How much short are you?
Call it 3.
Put the rest on my tab.
-You broke your piggy bank?
-No, we begged it.
-No, no!
-That one.
Hands off!
I don't even know you.
Congratulations, Misha.
Getting married is a big decision.
The foundation of society.
Here's wishing you luck.
Cheers.
Without a gift, I can't.
-It 's pitiful.
-Misha...
There's a bunch of
rough guys near here.
They owe me money.
-I'm going to get it.
-Where are you going?
You stay here.
They can't stand strangers.
Hi there, Weasel!
So you're getting married?
-To the Simakova girl?
-No, to you!
Stepan saw her
in a Hong Kong bar.
-He's full of shit.
-Yeah, he never got past Beijing!
-Not when I'm driving.
-Go on. it 's my wedding!
Weasel?
-Can you help me out?
-They stopped paying us.
I swiped some cement,
but I can sell it.
Try Yuri. He's building
his own house.
-Roll'em, Weasel!
-So long!
There's one thing I don't get.