be with you.
You can want as much as you
like. I'm going. Hey, taxi.
- Yakimanka please. - Five rubles.
- Are you nuts? It's no more than two.
- Get in, Sonya.
- No, I don't want anything.
Hop in, he's paid for it.
- Is he a foreigner?
- An Uzbek. - I thought so.
- Hi. - Leave me alone.It's okay with
me. Just take the note and go your way.
- I'm not taking anything.
- What do you mean?
You are an old pimp.
Let me be.
Go to hell all of you.
- lncredible! - Can you keep a secret?
Mum's the word.
A Frenchman. lsn't it super?
- What's stopping you? Do you like him?
Not in this sense.
Why are you always creating
problems?
What if he's trying to get
to the Vremya TV program?
You mean he wants the news from you
that he can hear on TV in the evening?
He may want to get to Serge.
Serge is not the last in line.
So the French intelligence have run
themselves of their legs chasing Serge.
So he'd divulge the top secret
of the 1812 guerilla movement.
He's fallen in love with you. Don't you
think a man can fall in love with you?
Women of our age are in great
demand now.
- lra, mum's the word.
- Sure. My lips are sealed.
A Russian-speaking Frenchman
had a crush on you.
I told you about the love I had with
a Romanian.lt was le menage a trois -
l, he and the Russian-Romanian
phrase-book under my pillow.
Can't you afford - once in
a lifetime! -
a brief, beautiful,
non-committal affair.
That's out of the question.
What's that supposed to mean,
non-committal relations?
- Okay, go on living with your
guerilla in a dugout.
You'll never know what real
love and passion is about.
What do you know about
real passion? - l?
You're in luck, Lett.
- No, I'm just an ace.
- You win again.
- Thanks for the game.
Hey, you owe us a bottle.
Since you wouldn't talk
to Vadim, I came in person.
- Did you go to my place?
- No, I'm no fool.
I phoned you first.
There was no answer.
Go away, we are here
like on a palm.
- Like on a palm? - It's a play on words.
It means "to be in full view".
Look, I want to see you.
Is it against the law?
- Hell's bells. We're done.
It's my mother-in-law. - In law?
My husband's mother.
Finita la comedia.
I bought some bananas.
Had to queue twice. For you and for us.
What's he doing here?
I don't get it.
I called Serge. He's not in.
Sonya, I don't understand.
Me neither. I've just bumped into him.
Excuse me, what was your name again?
You owe us an explanation.
I'm on a mission here.
I'm doing a reportage on Moscow yards.
The people who live here
know one another.
They spend time together,
play wonderful games - like dominoes.
Formidable! No such thing
back home.
We don't even know
who lives next door.
No wonder. Under capitalism
man is a wolf to man.
Under socialism man's a friend,
comrade and brother.
- Do you klnow Yves Montan?
- Yes, but not closely.
What's up with him?
He was an ordinary worker guy, one of us.
And we loved him and his
wonderful songs. And now?
He became an anti-communist.
Maybe someone's egging him on?
"The leaves are whirling,
The trees're shedding leaves."
Take this, Andryusha.
Sonya, show comrade Andrei the way
he can well get lost in our courtyards.
"The words of love never fade away..."
- I'll be right back.
"lf they were picked from lips..."
Give my love to Simonne.
Sonya, what do I do with this?
I can't eat it.
You have to. The mother-in-law's
gifts can't be discussed.
You can stew it with frogs
a la Francais.
- What are you doing?
- Hailing a cab.
- For us?
- For you.
- Sonya? - What?
I am not a seducer,
not a Lovelace, nor a skirt-chaser.
- I'm not so sure of that.
Our windows face into the quay,
she may be watching us.
So I'll pretend I'm seeing
you off.
Sonya, look at me.
Ours in not an accidental meeting.
It's not a fleeting love affair, it's fate.
I know it and you know it.
l? I know it?
Well, I think you're going too far.
Sonya, I want to see you.
I want to be