are not a Tzar.
I've seen them kill Feodor.
They crushed his throat with a boot.
Where's my adams apple?
They crushed it, so I swallowed it.
Why are you stalling, kid?  I'll eat some meat,
drink some wine and leave.
Come on, ask him something else.
If he doesnt answer, we'll hang him.
What ornaments were there on the gates
in Tzar's palace?
A two-headed eagle! Red!
He's right.  Let him go.
Here, take it.  You've worked for it.
For the Tzarina Ksenia,
a heavenly beauty.
I cant anymore...
I'm tired.
Let me go, find another one.
Call her a Tzarina and say:
"Here is the real Ksenia!"
People believe everything these days.
And I'll seek blessing from an elder
and go live in a monastery.
I dont need another one, and you
dont need anyone else either.
Noone will love you like I do.
God punished me with your love.
There's so much blood on your hands,
but I keep wondering...
A human being..
...not an animal...
...without fangs...
...without talons...
...words...
...pretty...
Goodness!
- Mommy!
- Ksenia!
Mommy!!
Please, dont!
Have mercy!
Let go!
Have mercy!
Please dont!
You cannot kill me!
I'm a Tzar!  I'm a Tzar!
Was...
... a Tzar.
If you touch her..
...I will kill you.
Move it!
Are we going to the elder?
You promissed.
It would be safer with the troops.
I promissed.
I dont see their Ghetman.
Or a Tzarina.
Koska! Give me the arquebus!
Come, come!
Andrei!
This is your share...
Caballero! Your arquebus!
- where is he going?
- What's the difference?  Follow him!
Get off the road!
- No, it's not real.
- Osina...!
There is no Tzarina here!
Only men.
- The stones are real...
- Their Ghetman isnt here.
Maybe someone escaped?
No, we've killed them all.
- Ok, gather the gear and lets go.
- Collect the weapons!
Matryona!
- So what?
- They killed Vasya!
How many of ours died?
God only knows...
Come on, get ready!
Alvar! Caballero Alvar!
Respond!
Here he is, silly sinner.
That's what I was always afraid of...
Afraid of what?
He's dead and we're alive...
We too will join him soon...
How did he buy you?
Tossed a coin, and it's done...
We dont have any papers
Whose smerds are we?  Noones!
And if we're noone's smerds, that means
we're either runaways....
...or bandits...
They hang the bandits...
And the fugitives...
also hang...
- that's right.
- I feel bad for him...
If you live with a prayer,
God will love you.
Mom... I'm tired!
How long has he been...
...standing like that?
Ever since the Dark Times came.
When the Dark Times pass, he'll come down.
- Do the bandits bother you?
- They showed up once, looked around...
...And said he's worse off here than
in prison...
You wont believe it!  We've brought
some fine bread to him for a holiday...
...and he sent it back in a waste bucket...
Do you bring the water to him too?
No, he collects his own water...
from the rain...
We barely convinced him to put up an awning.
Holy father...
Please listen to me...
God will listen
...and you help yourself with
prayers and tears...
What if I do something that is beyond
forgiveness through prayer?
You're not the only sinner...
Many are burning...
Take your bloodied companion, for example..
Promise him...
...As soon as first snow falls...
you will conver to catholicism...
Trully?
Dont worry, just promise...
But stand your ground untill
the first snowfall...
Take the cross.
When things get tough, kiss it and pray...
Alvar Borja, Spanish caballero...
You dont have a scar.
And you're younger.  But there is resemblance.
I just have one question, old man.
They say...
you see beyond today...
and can predict the future...
What happens to who...
What happens to who...
...is only known to God.
I can suggest what to do,
and what not to do...
Who to be friends with...
And who to avoid...
What to take, and what to give up...
Where to go...
And what to excape from...
To you I'll say...
Grow a beard like a respectable man...
Wear a