store thief on the outside and
can tell where everything is by instinct.
Skull, what do you need?
-Pot.
-This isn't a pharmacy, so what have we here?
-Koaca.
-Ta, o y ac ec?
Chocolate, sausage, halva, boys!
Hands, hands.
-Here.
-Ok.
Hands!
Turn them around! Cut yourfingernails!
No sick, no wounded.
Three missing.
Where are the rest?
Robbed the storehouse:
Will we be taking them down?
Feed them first...
Shitheads!
Need to figure out how to get out of here,
you know?
Doesn't look like much of a guard.
l overheard they have a whole battalion below.
There are mountains all around.
Need to learn to climb like those mountaineers.
Hey guys, what are you talking about?
My pants are falling down.
-The grub isn't bad.
-Lay off Babai!
-Alright...
The reception of food is over,
collect the plates, line up!
Whoever didn't have time, didn't eat.
The grub isn't bad.
Next!
Ration!
-Do it!
-What ?
-how come everyone else can, but you can't?!
-Because l can't, Zhora!
-l'm not ''Zhora,'' l'm Georgiy Nikolaevich!
-You've equated your ass to yourfinger.
Look at them, used to climbing walls
to get into windows
Georgiy Nikolaevich! l am a thief.
Specialty? Don't fuck with me.
You were in for murder.
-lt's just along with Cot.
-Let's go!
-Come on, come on, what now!?
-Hold on!
What are you laughing at?
Who asked you to come over here?
lsn't this yours!?
-What?! How the hell?!
-Looks like yours,...
Georgiy Nikolaevich...
Don't blame anymore.
Now you know who is are thif?
Let's go, now!
What are you standing around for?
-Get to the bag! Climb!
-Yeah, yes.
Run!
Time's up.
Good.
Good job Cot.
You again!
Put your hands down.
Babai, what are you doing?
Stand!
Left-face,
follow me, march.
Hey, guitarists, let's go to the smoking yard!
-Let's go.
-l don't smoke.
Skull, where are you going?
Give me a cigarette.
Six machine guns,
nine sub-machine guns,
five carbines.
We gave you shitheads the kind of inventory
even the best of the Soviet Union could only
dream of..
..Shithead yourself
And you sons of bitches have torn the 4th
pairto splinters in two weeks!
And what kind of skis!?
Glued, rust resistant ..
..with the latest bindings
if l had my way, you'd all be against the wall
forthose skis!!!
-Don't get too excited now.
-What did you say?
You heard me, must have not put enough people
against the wall in '37.
Really, and where'd you dig up
the thirty seventh!?
-What'd you think, l fell from a cloud or crawled
out of someone's ass?
-Scum, did you just say that to me?!
Don't touch the gun or else they'll find you only
after the snow melts. Do you understand me?
Understand!?
Here, take it and don't lose it or you'll
end up against the wall yourself.
Just in case,..
so you don't get any ideas into your head.
et's train, Vitya?
Come on Vitya, relax.
Just tell us what we do wrong.
Don't get upset, Victor lvanovich.
We don't break them on purpose.
-That's right!
-l just can't get into the turn.
Well, ok, let's try to get
into the curve again,
aggressively.
Follow me, everyone.
-After me!!!
-Stop! Where are you going?! Fuck!
How many times do l have to say it?
Same thing, over and over.
What the hell is going on here?
-What are you hanging there for,
like pregnant cockroaches?
-Shut up, boys do it perfectly!
Where are you looking, idiots?
Matanya, what are you doing?
Want to kill yourself?
-l'll do it like it's supposed to be done!
-There you go, kid.
And take it slow! Don't hurry it,
l'm telling you, take it slow!
Quit it, Matanya. Climb up here and
l'll fix you, you son of a bitch!
l climbed drainpipes up five floors without
any sort of protection.
-Did it with stolen goods too.
-Quit showing off, Matanya!
-Let's race...
..who'll get to the top faster.
You're an expert thief after all,
can't bear a loss.
l'm not here to make bets with idiots,
understand?
Scared?
-Buckle up at once!!
-Son of a bitch, God help us!.
Skull..