discs.
Hello, dear.
Oh, we're so angry, very well.
Don't get excited! I met my schoolmate.
Met who?
We had a cup of coffee at a shop,
he gave me the disk.
Gave you the disc? What a nice fellow.
- He's a talented guy.
- I see.
- And composes god music. Symphojazz.
- What jazz?
- Sympho.
- Oh, Is he playing a band-saw?
What a git you are, Belov.
Hey, tell me why are you like this?
You want to be yourself?
Go for it. Who would mind.
But you know,
I've got the right for it as well.
So, who minds?
Who minds? You don't understand that
you and I, we live in different worlds.
You like your life,
the risk, things like that.
How am I going to bear a child?
Wearing a bulletproof?
Well, let's move.
What's your problem, Olya!
What are you talking about!
Have you asked even once in half a year
why I quit playing? What's with my job?
Well, I thought I asked
That's what you thought.
And I think you just don't care.
Look. Olya, why are we talking like in a movie?
Let's talk like reasonable people.
What's there to talk with you about?
The cars, you swords? What? Bruce Lee?
Hey, why the swords, hell?
Let's talk about music,
you honoured Grandfather,
your sodding schoolmates, come on!
What's hurting you?
Who? Olya? who's calling?
Vobla, get this way. Your Volvo - put it here.
That's easier to fire, Beliy.
War is shit, manoeuvres -
that's what matters.
Fill is a unique strategist.
Maybe let's put a couple
of men in the hedge?
Let's put.
- Two with guns -to the hedge.
- Here, take it.
Brother, forgive me for that
grenade in the porch.
Never mind.
They are coming.
Guns ready.
- Pchela, are you scared?
- Pretty much.
- I'm so scared.
- Maybe give them a hair cut?
First I want to see the one who talked to me
over the phone yesterday.
Come down here if you are a man.
- What? Uriuk, come up here!
- Quiet, Quiet.
Holly shit.
- Beliy
- Private Djuraev, 2 orders out of turn, down!...
- Fara!
- Beliy.
It's OK, It's my army mate!
All clear, chaps, no strangers here.
I would give them a haircut anyway.
Farik, remember as
we scattered the squad two?
Yeh, they had Machmudov for keeper -
exelent keeper he was.
Now he is seling chebureks in the market-place,
didn't want to work with me.
All right, tell your men
we'll talk about the money.
In a week it'll come, Farik, not later.
Right? Here. Catch, Farik!
You're cool, really.
I can't believe I see you.
You too, Emir of Bukhara.
What are you doing besides aluminium?
You know, there's
a lot of business in the East.
I have an offer to Artur from our friends.
What offer? We could discuss it.
There is a plantation in the mountains, poppy.
Wanted to bring to Moscow.
To deliver with couriers?
Couriers get caught, they can carry little,
I want more.
Taste isn't bad, Farik.
- Pass!
- Here!
I fancy BMWs better.
Hey, come on,
"Mercedes" - super, I really like it.
Yeh, love it, So, where are my guards?
- And where're mine? So, will you?
- No, Farik.
- Hey, come on, try it.
- No.
- Well, it's up to you if you don't want.
- Don't be carried away, Fara.
I won't.
- Let me see.
- You'll love it. You won't open it.
- Blasted.
- Hey.
- Here.
- Well, let me see, genius.
Come on, give it back.
Each thing needs its master.
Sort of a coffin.
We want no coffins.
Coffin it is or not, but...
- Look,..., aluminium - is it ingots.
- Ingots. Why?
- Well I sot of have an idea.
- What idea?
- No, nothing.
- Hey, come on speak, break it out.
- leave it.
- Come on, tell me.
- don't you get it?
- I don't.
Take an ingot, drill a cavity.
Stuff with crack.
No dog, no X-ray will find.
Five ingots to a hundred,
two hundred tons and no dog.
- So, I'm dumb and you are a genius.
- Yeh, right praise me.
Beliy, you're a genius.
Beliy, You're Mohammed,
you're Aristotle, You're Nietzsche.
- I understand.
- You must drive Lada.
Why didn't I think about in myself?
'cause I'm a blockhead.
Well, in a good meaning of