unceremoniously!!
Varvara Andreyevna, hold on...
Petruhka! Back up, full speed!
- Mother! God, I'm scared!
- Hold on, Varvara Andreyevna!
Oh, God! Erast Petrovich! Oh!
Don't look at me! Please, don't look up!
...two batteries are here.
An unfinished redoubt
- here, at the eastern flank...
And there's nothing in between
these two hills.
A long narrow gorge leading directly
into the town. As far as the suburbs.
It's the key to Pleven!
Absolute secrecy... is paramount...
I'll request medals both
for you and Miss Suvorova.
You'd better release her fiance.
You know that Yablokov is not a traitor.
Yes, I do...
But criminal negligence
is no better than treason.
Lavrentiy Arkadyevich, this information was
acquired through Miss Suvorova's efforts...
While we sit here and enjoy our tea,
Miss Suvorova is on a mission right now...
- That's it, gentlemen, I'm the first to finish...
- 'First to finish'... You've missed them all.
Thank you for a wonderful aide-de-camp,
Varvara Andreyevna...
- Varenka! Varya!
- Have you been released?
- Not... I still have to stay nights at the prison,
and work at the HQ during the day...
- You're a disgrace...
I don't have much time. I gave a
word of honor I'd return immediately...
Well, thank God! Everything
will be alright now...
Gentlemen! I win!
How come my "W" is worse than yours?
I'm sure Varya's monogram
should look like this!
However, to reconcile...
- Gentlemen, care for a drink?..
...I brought presents for everyone -
personal flasks! With gilded monograms!
Erast is away again, son of a bitch...
'E.P.' for Eremey Perepelkin...
'M.S.' for Your Excellency...
Semyon! Champagne for everyone!..
No, no... I've brought
some nice strong rum...
Half a dozen for me. I pay!
Lukan, you're like
Count Monte Cristo  -
you lose everyday without
running out of money!
I come from the richest family in Romania!!!
Well, my goddess, who gets the prize?
Who's picnic are you joining?
- Tell me the truth, Colonel, you did know
about the time of assault...
- I know a lot...
Carl, the Prince of Romania,
has naturally asked my opinion
about the secret plan of action...
This is the 2nd Battalion
of the Kostroma Regiment.
Flanking the Turks...
Lieutenant...
Madam, we're off to Pleven and back...
Mademoiselle, please
wait till were back...
Alright. Champagne will be waiting for you.
Assume formation!
First company, form!
- Total stupidity...
- Why?
I told Prince Carl that the plan was bad,
and the assault would fail.
His Excellency has agreed
with me...
and Romanian troops do not take
part in today's combat.
Cheer up, lads! Cheer up!
The Turks aren't expecting us.
We'll attack them out of the blue.
- Stand up! Stand!
- They are shooting from behind the hills...
Shrapnel!..
Soldiers! Don't shoot!
Be brave! Hold the line!
Brothers, we rely on you!..
Close orders!..
They have wiped out the
entire corps! Like in a training!
The troops had no time to
even approach the enemy...
Come on, don't cry. Have a drink...
Although everyone
thinks Lukan is a moron,
the Prince of Romania
showed him the battle plan
and Lukan said nothing would work out...
- Oh, did he?
Have you heard it personally?
- Yes!
- Alright... That changes a lot...
- What does it change?
What?..
Why do you never finish
what start saying?
It's treason, Varvara Andreyevna.
What treason?
Alright. Colonel Lukan,
not the smartest man,
predicts the defeat of the Russian army
- that's one.
He's familiar with the battle plan
- that's two.
The whole assault relied entirely
on the flanking maneuver - that's three.
Our troops entered the gorge
just to get under heavy fire
from three different directions
- that's four.
Conclusion?
- The Turks knew where and when to shoot...
Alright, Varvara Andreyevna,
I must ask you of assistance...
- Anything!..
- It's not a pleasant mission, though...
Prince Carl and his entourage are leaving for
Bucharest during