I’ll try once more, ok?
[Reading:] Doctor Baltazar…
What don’t you understand?
This is a star diagram of my life.
- So what does it mean?
- He didn’t say.
He just says: one day
you’ll understand everything yourself.
He just said that this is me
and this is Volodya.
You see right here our roads intersect
and here there’s a gap.
[With irony:] Volodya fell in a gap.
Hey, Nonna, let’s carefully
correct it with a pencil.
…and no one’s gonna notice anything.
What kind of crap is that, you bastard?!
- I’m opening up my soul to you and you…
Jerk! – Nonna, wait!
- Get away from me!
- Nonna, I won’t pick it up.
- I’m begging you! What are you doing?!
Stop! – What do you want from me?
Can’t you see?
It’s not me, it’s her!
I can't help but react.
I'm living human being.
You’ll be a dead one in a minute.
- Bastard! – What is it, Nonna?
- Nonna, what happened?
You keep quiet, you little stinker!
- Stinker?! Why stinker?!
- Lesha, relax, you are not a stinker.
You smell great like unisex.
- And what happened?
- Well, she’s got a star diagram.
- She’s got what?
- What?
Was anything unclear
in what I’ve just said?
Igor Vladimirovich, why didn’t
you tell us that you were in jail?
My God, Sasha, it wasn’t worth it.
It was just for four years.
For what?
It’s an interesting story.
I was involved in some murrelet affair.
Murrelet?
Do you remember
those hats made of murrelet?
- Yes, sure.
- What were they made of?
- Made of murrelet. – That’s right.
- What are murrlets?
Well, something like an otter, I guess.
Everyone thinks so but nobody knows.
- We made them from cats. - You should
have gotten about 8 years for that.
I did get about eig...
Nonsense! Where are we going to get
this medal, documents for it and a box?
I’ve got a nice cookie box.
Calling me a stinker!
- Calm down, it’s over!
- Kamil will right...
...some papers in Tatar.
We'll laminate them,
…and get our documents. - Great!
Where will we get the medal itself?
- I don’t know, we must look for it.
– Slava, Slava… - What?
What is it?
Ok, we have
an expensive belt of "Dior" brand.
Slava, we’ll tie the ribbon
and put it in the box...
We’ll get a third degree "Dior" medal.
This is my medal,
I mean this is my belt, Slava!
- Get your hands off it!
- I’m holding it, Slava.
Unpack it, unpack it! Take it out!
Victoria Alexandrovna, tell them!
Boys, you should change your mind
about not going to the pool.
It’s so nice there, it relaxes you.
Slava, I thought you liked swimming.
And your shoulders!
- What about them?
- They’re hairy. – Get out of here!
Yes, yes, Yanik.
What?
Your sentence itself
is not an issue but those murrlets…
Oh! Do you mind
serving time for something different?
Guys can arrange this.
To be honest with you,
I wouldn’t like that.
- But if I have to…
- You have to!
If our goal requires that, if Emanuel
Gedeonovich asks me then I’m ready!
But just two years, no more.
My birthday is February 29.
Once every four years.
That’s right.
So how old are you now?
Ok, Yanik called.
He said that he gave those gavelocks
for examination after all.
It was established that the metal part
of a gavelock is made of…
…some unique alloy.
Ok, now he pays
about 18 cents per each gavelock
…and he can sell each of them
for at least 200 dollars.
Slava, Slava, Yanik fooled you.
What alloy? Gavelock alloy?
Max, he says 30 % palladium,
20 % iridium, everything else is copper.
Slava, those are
extremely expensive metals.
They are dozens of times
more expensive than gold.
Extremely expensive metals,
dozens of times more expensive…
Dozens of times more expensive… I think
I used this phrase today already.
Lieutenant general Burdun.
- Do you realize what he did?
- Not yet. - No?
Well, he sold 120 km
of this cable to the Cossacks.
- Do you understand, Lesha? He must be
a millionaire by now. - No way! – Why?
He sold it as scrap.
Otherwise they wouldn’t have bought it.
So he