recruitment films
or army legends.
Take 'em, man, you'll be here awhile.
-Hey, what's your name, kid?
-Tiapa
-What about the official name?
-Tiapkin Valentin Petrovich.
-Valentina...
-Valyusha, our little sister...
darling.
Here, come on, come over here, get up.
-Why?
-What, you didn't understand
what your elder said?
-What do you want?
-Don't act stupid, your asshole !
Hey wolf, you don't say hi, huh?
Whatever, we'll deal with you later,
we've got a sweat gerl.
Come here Valyushka.
-Don't move, lousy bitch!
-I'll crush you, bastard!
Beat them!!!
They aren't afraid of God, the Devil,
or even Soviet power.
Each one of them is a finished scoundrel.
And don't try your methods, comrade.
To your bunks, scum!
To your bunks, fuck!
And that recruiting asshole asks me, "Want to
atone forwrongdoings before the Motherland?"
I tell him: last spring I robbed some guy
who had packets of cash the size
of bread loaves in his basement.
Should I be buying my atonement
from people like him?
And this asshole tells me, "Chernov you
haven't got a choice."
And what is he afterthat?
An asshole, fuck! Asshole!
Hey, put that out!
I'm talking to you!
Go to hell.
Asshole.
What did we get ourselves into?
Most importantly, not prison.
Don't get involved in anything,
we'll escape anyway.
Let me go, Cot, I'll fuck them all up!
I'm telling you, let go!
-Don't interfere in other people's business.
-Can you hold him?
Don't touch me you old goat!
Bitch!
Just let me go, why are you holding on to me
like I'm a little kid, let go!
Boys, stop, what are you doing?
Cut it, sons of bitches, what!?
He's a fucking kid!
ls he alive?
-Who is that man?
-Anton, head of this "school."
Starting a fight for a tub of hot water...
we expected to get desperately brave boys,
but instead we got 50 half brained
worthless idiots.
-The next time the instigators...
-Will be expelled from school?
-Will be expelled...
-...from school! Will be taken below:and shot..
-Quit fucking with us.
-We're minors, we can't even be tried
underthe law.
-We can't try you.
We can kill you!
Get yourselves in order.
Dismissed!
Ok.
In time.
Last lot.
How many?
Seven.
Are we taking down anyone?
-We'll wait for now.
-Now take them.
-Who are you?
-Nikita.
-You a thief?
-We're
All right, let's go to bed.
Troublemakers:
-And what holds the glass?
-Bread putty.
-Shut up!
I was a store thief on the outside and
can tell where everything is by instinct.
Skull, what do you need?
-Pot.
-This isn't a pharmacy, so what have we here?
-Koaca.
-Ta, o y ac ec?
Chocolate, sausage, halva, boys!
Hands, hands.
-Here.
-Ok.
Hands!
Turn them around! Cut yourfingernails!
No sick, no wounded.
Three missing.
Where are the rest?
Robbed the storehouse:
Will we be taking them down?
Feed them first...
Shitheads!
Need to figure out how to get out of here,
you know?
Doesn't look like much of a guard.
I overheard they have a whole battalion below.
There are mountains all around.
Need to learn to climb like those mountaineers.
Hey guys, what are you talking about?
My pants are falling down.
-The grub isn't bad.
-Lay off Babai!
-Alright...
The reception of food is over,
collect the plates, line up!
Whoever didn't have time, didn't eat.
The grub isn't bad.
Next!
Ration!
-Do it!
-What ?
-how come everyone else can, but you can't?!
-Because I can't, Zhora!
-I'm not "Zhora," I'm Georgiy Nikolaevich!
-You've equated your ass to yourfinger.
Look at them, used to climbing walls
to get into windows
Georgiy Nikolaevich! I am a thief.
Specialty? Don't fuck with me.
You were in for murder.
-lt's just along with Cot.
-Let's go!
-Come on, come on, what now!?
-Hold on!
What are you laughing at?
Who asked you to come over here?
lsn't this yours!?
-What?! How the hell?!
-Looks like yours,...
Georgiy Nikolaevich...
Don't blame anymore.
Now you know who is are thif?
Let's go, now!
What are you standing around