not invited.
Nobody sent for you!
Who the hell are you?
Comrade Lujina, come in!
Make way for our cashier.
And Comrade Pletniov,
the mine manager!
Welcome, Sir.
There's a place reserved for you.
Misha!
I sold the cement.
Here's the money.
Keep it, Weasel.
I don't need it anymore.
Come on in.
Bridegroom!
They won't let me in!
-Let him in, Dad. He's with me.
-You see!
Go in, host the party.
We'll hold them off.
-Even if it kills us!
-Thanks, boys.
Congratulations!
From the bottom of my heart!
Look what a treat
we have for you!
-Where do I put it?
-Later.
"These wedding rings
two destinies combine
Let your hearts forever
their strengths combine!"
Leave it to me.
Son!
There's a crate of vodka
under the bed. Get it!
What, now?
We're short of food!
Too many people!
We'll stun them with 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 toast 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...
-1O, 11, 12...
-How beautiful!
-Have you seen my husband?
-Garkusha? No, I haven't.
-Borzov, have you seen