Vitia's fault.
You've become brutalized.
Thank God you're alive. Don't anger God,
don't try Fortune! Do you hear me?
I don't know what to say.
Sasha.
You're like a son to me.
Sorry, Jury Rostislavovich, I don't want to deceive you.
Wait, wait me! The iron monster facing the
Cosmic Power, here it is...
Lena, Natasha, Olia, Sveta.
Sasha, bear with it. God suffered too.
Come on boys.
Valer, are you ready? Tomorrow at 9 o'clock.
- Sash, what this dilapidated is?
- It's Cosmos' first car.
- It's fresh today and you're still without a cap.
- I've got into the habit.
- Good morning. Sash, the car is still alive.
- You mean, we can drive it?
Yeh. Just spill on some oil.
- Who's this?
- My new driver.
Sash, I haven't changed the windows. We'll curtain off. It will
be O.K. But the car has to be armored.
O.K.
- What?
- My new body-guard. I'll go with him. I'll be there at 10.
Sash, what does it mean?
Hey, it's O.K., Schmidt. I make no claims on you.
Go and call me when you'll arrive there.
You know best.
- Hi, Valera.
- Hello? Something wrong?
Go, have a snack. We're leaving in a half an hour.
Hello. Only Michel Jackson has the same car.
Andy Warhol.
- Who?
- The Puss-in-boots.
- Incorrect, incorrect, it's me!
- Do you like the car?
- Yes.
- It's my friend's car.
- Where is he?
- He's gone, Vanka, He's gone.
Sashenka, it's time to go.
Be careful with my son.
He made me a proposal of marriage.
What shall we do now? I knitted socks for him.
He hadn't put them on.
Calm down, calm down, mum. God gave him, God took him.
I hope the batteries are charged?
Take it generally, the settlement and so on...
Follow them. Quietly.
- Be careful.
- They nearly wringed my neck yesterday.
Come on, come on.
- Vanusha, hold yourself straight.
- Dad, make me the web.
- Wait.
- Don't bother dad now. Come on.
- Hello, Schmidt.
- Yeh, Sash.
- I'm arriving. Everything is O.K. there?
- Everybody is here. O.K. We wait.
- Shmidt, where's Sasha? People worry.
- He'll be in 10 minutes.
Sash, somebody is behind us. We'll chuck them out.
Now we've done it!
Got the fright?!
Schmidt, What shall we do? Sasha is still absent.
The mobile number is temporary blocked.
Please, call back later.
Press yourselves against the side!
I repeat, press yourselves against the side!
- Take it at our own risk.
- Come on.
Sasha.
Olia, this is the end.
Ladies and gentlemen! Listen, pleas!... We've just been
informed that Alexander Belov has been killed.
What?
- Olia! Olia!
- Somebody, help!
Sasha, I haven't betrayed you. I swear, it's not me.
So, is there life in the old dog yet?
My God... One more riot?
Have you been gnawing it?
We've won.
Yes... Are you sure, Serega? On which channel?
"News. Special edition".
This morning the car of the deputy of the State Duma
Alexander Belov was blown up on the country highway.
The deputy, his wife and his son are dead. This is the report
from one of correspondents of an independent channel.
Poor little chap!
Imagine, Arthur, what a palace we've built!
We gave to people the happiness of consumption!
More money, more goods, a more beautiful
and happy life!
Imagine, in some three months here will be a lot of people!
Svelte women with big tits will be
buying lingerie, perfumery.
And their idiot husbands will be spending $2000 on
some idiot suits. I'm really a fine fellow, am I?
Wasn't it a good idea to drag you
out of your stupid "Duesseldorf"?
- Yeah, yeah.
- And didn't I decide The White's fate perfectly?
Yeh.
I always keep my promises. Mikhalich, will we manage
to give to the people the happiness by the 21st century?
If the workers don't let us down.
It's not my problem! If it's not ready by the 31st December,
I'll hang you up over there, I'm not kidding!
Let's go and see the upper floor!
Come on, I'm not keen.
There will be the greenhouse. It's so beautiful,
like in Paradise. Someone, come with me.
Stop talking!
- Our botanist became