by 600%%%
over the Iast four months.
Prices for butter went up by 1 ,000%%% .
This is aII nonsense anyway.
That's not the point.
We don't Iive on bread aIone.
Did you operate a Iot?
Up to 1 0 operations a day.
And what do you want from me?
Work.
No!
In what sense?
In the sense
that we're fuIIy staffed.
You don't need anyone?
A surgeon? A diagnostician?
You need to work on the anaIysis
of your unique experience in the war.
I want to operate.
I aIso want to, but not here.
When a dam can't contain a fIood ,
it gets washed away.
Europe has bIed dry. AII that
is Ieft is EngIand and America.
New Jersey.
My wife's nephew Iives there.
I don't know where that is.
I don't know, either.
But I'm going there.
I mean , I'm saiIing there.
Are you serious?
Soon , it wiII be too Iate.
I advise you to Ieave.
You have a chiId
and a whoIe Iife ahead of you.
Think about it.
When a dam can't contain a fIood ,
it gets washed away.
You must keep this in mind.
I'II take you on temporariIy.
Have your answer for me in a month.
About New Jersey?
Go to the Doctors' Lounge.
I won't keep you any Ionger.
I have one question for you.
I'm Iistening.
Some sort of a wonder-stove
is being peddIed around Moscow.
It was designed by some graduate
of the University of HeideIberg.
WeII , I'm the graduate
of the University of HeideIberg.
I made that stove.
What of it?
Is that not aIIowed?
You?
So it's true you can make
breakfast with onIy one newspaper?
Not you , too!
My father-in-Iaw asked me
to find out.
Lies! They aII Iie!
TheoreticaIIy, it's supposed
to give out heat.
But in reaIity, it's a piece of junk.
It works, aII right,
but eats up tons of wood.
TeII that to your father-in-Iaw.
The probIem is not
with the stove but with the wood.
What about yourseIf?
What do you put in it?
I use wood.
There's a wooden fence
at the corner of Serebryany
and MoIchanovka.
I suggest you use that.
Do it at night.
The streets are poorIy Iit these days.
We must aII go to New Jersey!
New Jersey!
The briefcase.
Where is my briefcase?
What briefcase?
StoIen?
Can you heIp me up, pIease?
Why take the briefcase?
Bastards!
There were onIy papers in there.
And it was for those bastards
that I made the revoIution.
So we owe the revoIution to you?
I was just taIking figurativeIy.
-What did they hit you with?
-Who knows?
Perhaps with the PenaI Code.
Why waste a good book?
They couId use it to make breakfast.
You've got the right idea,
young man.
I think we've met before.
Can you waIk?
I'II try.
Let me heIp you.
The bastards stoIe my briefcase.
I remember now. You?
Where is your assistant?
That heavyset man?
Faddey Kazimirovich?
I used to be his assistant.
Is he aIive?
Yes, thank God.
What about that Iady,
Madame Gishar?
The second attempt
proved more effective.
Why didn't you save her?
To save is not my department.
I can onIy warn.
You need to rest.
Stay in bed for two days.
Bed rest? You're joking.
I Iive in St. Petersburg now.
Have to be there
the day after tomorrow.
PIease bring some cognac here
and two gIasses.
I feeI feverish.
My name is Viktor IppoIitovich
Komarovsky, a Iawyer,
and untiI recentIy an assistant to
Chernov, the Minister of AgricuIture.
Yuri Andreevich ,
Surgeon and Diagnostician of the
Krestovo-Vozdvizhensky HospitaI.
And your surname?
So Chernov is gone?
He's gone.
And what now?
And now I offer consuIting services
to another party.
To my nameIess savior.
There are great achievements
ahead of us.
Finish with your achievements
and revoIutions,
or eIse next time,
you'II end up with a crushed skuII.
Why do you think aII this happened?
Because of the war.
Your view is naive.
War onIy triggered the whoIe thing.
The reaI reason was property,
young man. Remember that.
It happened so that peopIe
Iike you and me
couId do what we wanted with this
property without asking the poIice,
the church , or the Tsar
for a bIessing.