vodka.
Run!
Life may not be better in Ukraine,
but at least it 's less chaotic.
Get to the point, little lady.
Like I said,
I came in the door...
The punks were sitting
on the stairs.
The bald one, the ringleader,
was singing ''Besame Mucho''.
He drew a knife!
''Your earrings!''
-Get to it.
-This town is chaos!
The punk wasn't all bad.
Quite polite.
-Good-looking...
-Keep it short.
I'm from Kharkov, myself.
I've come a long way...
for my niece Simakova's wedding.
Do you know her?
Do I? The beauty queen!
She's our local star.
-That 's him!
-Hello.
-That 's the swine! Catch him!
-Let him go!
-It 's him! The mugger!
-Steady...
-My earrings!
-Calm down!
-Hi, Misha.
-Hi.
Let 's fill our glasses...
with this heavenly nectar...
and raise a toast
to the newlyweds!
With the compliments...
of the restaurant 's management...
and from me, personally.
Be happy,
little Tania and little Misha!
Garkusha!
I sent him to get vodka.
See what he's up to.
Zoya, my hat!
Get a move on!
The punk is your niece's fiancй.
He's what?
In fact by now, he's her husband.
Aren't you, Misha?
-Yes.
-Come along, husband.
Husband? I'm putting
my niece's husband in jail?
-I made a mistake!
-Keep your hands off.
It 's nearly him, but not exactly!
The other one was bald.
He sang ''Besame Mucho''!
-Hands off.
-Bald, I tell you!
Kra-pi-vin...
Mik-ha-il...
So...
...who was with you?
-I forget. I was drunk.
You're not helping, Krapivin.
Not helping at all.
Let 's have you.
Leave that.
Save your thirst for later.
Improvise!
It 's what you're paid for!
I can't.
The first toats is always
to the bride and groom.
Efim...
help us.
Dear friends! I invite you
to listen to a virtuoso piece...
''The Flight of the Bumblebee''...
performed by a maestro
of the accordion...
Afanassi Svetlanov!
Applause!
Face the wall.
Picture the scene:
the bride alone and weeping...
the guests hungry,
the husband in jail!
Quite an achievement.
Sir, please, let me out.
-I'll come back tomorrow, I swear!
-You want to get laid? Forget it!
You'll spend your
wedding night here...
and every other night
until the trial.
Mr. Borzov, let me out.
Be human!
I pity your dad.
All his savings went
into your wedding.
Admit it was you
that mugged the aunt.
-Sign, and I'll let you go.
-I'll sign!
-Where do I sign?
-There.
Is that it?
You didn't even read it.
You should read what you sign.
Can I go now?
Mr. Borzov...
Can't I go now?
Go and have fun, Krapivin!
Until 11 p.m.
Then back inside!
I'll deal with you
tomorrow morning.
Maybe this isn't
your first offense.
Can I ask you
to the wedding?
You bet.
I'm not leaving you.
There's a little vodka missing.
Don't be angry.
My boys had to
toast your wedding.
-Are you rushed?
-They're waiting.
Run along, then.
Where were you?
Let the waltz begin!
The first waltz of love and beauty!
Maestro, music!
-Are you done?
-Yes, sure.
A surprise from the night shift!
Come on! All aboard!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
3, 4, 5...
6, 7, 8, 9...
-10, 11, 12...
-How beautiful!
-Have you seen my husband?
-Garkusha? No, I haven't.
-Borzov, have you seen Garkusha?
-Who?
-My husband!
-Get lost. I've seen nobody.
...19, 20!
Borodin's here!
Mr. Borodin!
We gave up hoping you'd come!
Take a seat.
Thanks for the church! So beautifully
restored, it warms the soul!
Is it true the mine's for sale?
-An English buyer's interested?
-We don't need the English.
We still need bells.
You'll get your bells,
Father Nikolai.
Mr. Borodin,
sit here with us.
-Do you dance?
-Of course he does.
-I work at the disco.
-Our local youth and beauty.
-See you.
-Buzz off.
-A little vodka?
-Just a drop.
Let us congratulate
the newlyweds.
The fine young man and maiden,
united in love until their dying day!
Matrimony will teach you
to dance!
That 's Borodin,
an ex-Young Communist leader.
He was Tania's patron.
Took her to Moscow.
He'll patron you next.