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RENATA LITVINOVA

ALEXANDER YATSENKO

DMITRI DUZHEV

Design, renovations. Not expensive.
911-50-64. Misha, Oleg.

This story begins in the autumn of 2005.

Oleg and I had decided to do
renovations with replanning.

I thought we’d ask Alya to help…

She’s an idiot, of course, but a
good architect. I remember her

from the architectural institute.
We studied together.

- Hello.
- Hi.

This is my friend Oleg.

Hello.

Alya, we’ll say Oleg is the
architect, and you’re the

building foreman. We’ll swap roles.
Unlike us, he can speak the language.

Well, you know what I mean. He’ll
do the talking, and you whisper

your ideas to him. Well?

What are… But you… Hang on…

- But… Listen, why…
- Come on. Alright, let’s go.

Wait… Listen… But it’s…

Oh, I’m sorry.

It’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt.

IT DOESN'T HURT

The bedroom.

The study-living room.

The kitchen.

It’s a wood partition. We could do
an arched entry to the kitchen,

stressing the antique
character of the space.

Great! Super!

Bas-reliefs.

And I’d like a white sofa here.
But then what about this wall?

Bas-reliefs. Go on.

We’ll ask the designer.

Here, we’ll have a splash of green!

What?

A bright green patch – the starting
point for the design. Waves,

losing their richness of color with
each wave, the design rolling on

to a blindingly snow-white sofa

and… vibrating life freezes
before naked tenderness.

Wonderfully complementing
the color of your eyes.

Hello?

Yes, Natella Antonovna!

- When will the sketches be ready?
- I don’t know.

- The day after tomorrow.
- The day after tomorrow.

No! No! I said no.

We look forward to seeing you
the day after tomorrow!

I said no!

Well?

What? We got the job!

No, I told you, I won’t
get it done in time!

He’ll help you – he studied
construction before Chechnya.

Where? What are you?
I mean, how will we? How?

You know!

Listen, I’ll explain. We rent an
apartment, and we all do it up.

- How?
- How!

Guys, I’m looking after
this flat for the owners.

I’ll let you in without an advance.

On one condition. There are
tramps in the attic above the flat.

You sort it out…

- It’s got a balcony.
- Brilliant.

We’ve got nothing to hide.
We’ll put a curtain up for Alya.

You need to shave.

The architect takes the sketches.

You take them.

Go on! Go on, I said!
There’s… no… money!

How’ll we eat?!

You go and, let’s say,
tenderly, get an advance.

- Go on, shave and go.
- Go!

You’re so talented!

Not me, Natella Antonovna – we.

Yes, all of you.

But you in particular.

Why are you so formal with me?

Please, when will you
be paying an advance?

When can we start work?

Do you want to replace
the kitchen fittings?

How old are you?

Twenty-six.

And me?

You will always be eighteen.

Natella Antonovna,
let’s get back to business.

Do you want to replace
the heating?

Have a drink,

and I’ll replace it.

So, how old am I? Be honest.

Really honest?

Call me Tata?
I’m only a year older than you.

Tata… Natella Antonovna,
if I may, I’ll take my leave.

I’ll come back tomorrow.

Have a think about it… about
the money, and everything.

What time will you come,

Mikhail?

At your convenience.

It’s convenient for me any time
it’s convenient for you.

What time suits you?

Now suits me.

First pay us the advance.

The advance has to be earned.

Why do you want this?

Believe me, Tata, you’ll be
disappointed. I’m incapable

of true passion. You’ll pass
through me, as if through a cloud

– slightly refreshed, and that’s all.

But how can I let you go now?

After such a… tempting promise!

Natella Antonovna
gave us your number.

We’re calling on Natella
Antonovna’s recommendation.

Please, phone back.

Mikhail, sorry this is so late, but
Natella Antonovna said we could.

It’s about a commission…

Hello, could I speak to Mikhail…

Natella Antonovna said
you’re a talented…

I’ve sorted out the tramps.

Alluring. Teasing. Good day,
Natella Antonovna.

I’m glad you came at the
appointed time.

Come in.

Tea? Coffee?

Thank you. I've just been at lunch.

I understand you’ve
come for the advance?

Yes. We’ve done the sketches,
which should be paid for.

Natella Antonovna,
don’t smile like that.

Let’s not mix business
and personal relations.

I’m not mixing…

I don’t have any money,
just like you and your friends.

I can offer you supper
at a good place.

So, have we finished
with financial issues?

If you haven’t got any money,
yes.

So, do you like that thing?

It’s great.

If you get undressed,

you’ll be like a white rabbit

with spaghetti in red wine.

I won’t undress.
I want to be undressed.

No!

And how do I look?

Fantastic.

Wait…

Hello.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

- Good evening, good to see you.
- Good to see you.

Hello.

Oh! Tata, greetings,
you look wonderful.

See you, we must meet up, Sergei.

Good evening.

I’m all mixed up. Hi.

Pleased to meet you.

I’d like to introduce you.

- Mikhail.
- A pleasure. Kirill.

So, when may I visit you?

Whenever you want, come round.

Tata, I’d love to now.
But I have to see the guys.

Oh, by the way, give them this.
Be careful.

Alright. Bye.

We appreciate the present and
the thought. Thank you.

Will you be in tomorrow?

I’m not jealous,
I just want to know.

Alya, get up!

Eh?!

The toast is served!

What! What you want!
Scum. Eh?!

Alright, sweet dreams.

Get lost.

May you dream of sturgeon,
roasted lamb, oliviye salad,

caviar and pancakes, cherry pie…

Scum. Get out of here,
you bastard.

Misha! I mean…

it’s… brilliant…
it’s brilliant… I was just…

it’s just… I… brilliant…

She didn’t want to offend you.

Misha, I… It’s not… How did…
There… It’s totally…

She thanks you for the
culinary celebration.

Bring some more.

It’s… you know… I really… I mean…

Misha… You’re… And I, like…

They phoned from Vasilievsky,
promised an advance.

They’ll have the money tomorrow.
Expecting us at eleven.

We’ll pop round in the evening.
I’m busy in the morning.

It’s not important, but…

No, you take care of business.
Say thanks from us for the food,

and more importantly,
for the thought.

I’m stuffed.
It’s… I mean, how did it…

I mean, well,
you understand, right?

This is…

- Misha.
- Yes, Misha, you…

Oleg.

Oleg? I know it’s Oleg.

- Well, and we know you.
- Finding it tough, poor thing?

Hero! She ate the whole lot!

Maniac. What time is it?

Maniac is the surname of a
certain Jew, a metalworker.

I’m Misha. I’m ashamed:
I asked to be undressed.

Henceforth, I undress myself,

and do it first.

Now it’s your turn – need any help?

Any help. Renovations,
replanning. Recommendations

from a designer. Building
services, repairs…

Tatka, the telephone.

You want mine?

- No, I’ve got one.
- Where?

- Eh… in my trousers.
- Hang on…

In my jacket!

There he is!

I was going to the fifth floor!

That it, then?

You said the fifth floor?

- Hurt?
- No, no… Not at all…

I’ve got three questions.

What were you doing here?
Have you known her long?

And have you been in
this apartment before?

Answer quickly!

Of course I’ve been here. I mean,
in this building. Loads of times.

First time in this apartment,
though. I’ve not had the pleasure of

meeting the wonderful mistress
of the house before though.

So, what were you doing here?

Offering the services of my
architectural bureau.

Planning, renovations,

building services, design…

But why did you get undressed?

Well, I’m using the techniques of
the Italian psychologists

Longfellow and Rizotti.

Attracting attention through non-
standard parallel actions…

You get undressed.

I’m sorry, but yes.
But I don’t enjoy it, believe me.

You saw my body.
Nothing to be proud of!

You heard how your charming
daughter laughed?

By the way,

I was flattered that our taste in
undergarments is identical.

Sergei, let him go,
you can see he’s a nutcase.

No, he’s insolent.

And for his impudence he must pay!

Petya, take him to Zhora.

No, just kill me, Sergei!
You’re a good man!

Death, pal, has to be earned,
got it?

I can’t agree – you see,
you’re clever!

If I’m clever, why do I need your
agreement? Petya, go…

Sergei, please, let him go,
you can see he’s…

he’s a weirdo, please…

Tata, why… You never
let me see anything through…

- Please.
- Well, alright…

This is Vasya.

- Vasya.
- Misha.

Vasya's our building foreman.

We went to Vasilievsky this
morning. Got paid the advance.

- Decided to celebrate.
- We waited for you.

I'll bring sofas, chairs.

I'm a foreman in a building company.

A house is being cleared,
and we come in. They leave

everything behind. I've got a van.
I can use, trucks, Moldavians…

Yes, Tajiks.

Misha, I suggested to Alya that
we don’t split up the money,

we put it in a communal pot.
She refused.

- You refused?
- I refused.

Alright, let’s split it. How much
does the architect get?

Half.

There.

Misha, we split the money,
or put it in the pot?

- No, we’ll put it in the pot.
- You hear that?

- Now what do we do?
- What do you mean?

You decided your share is 50
percent. But Misha found

all the orders. I deal with the
clients, do the sketches.

You’re the architect, of course.
Maybe even a genius.

But we live together, we’re equals.

So it’s a pot, or I’m off.
I’m no Tajik.

Alya, you want a French cake.
It’s too expensive for you.

But with a pot, you take the
money and it’s yours.

Yeah, right…

First cognac, then whiskey.
That’s how it’ll be with you.

- What are we, alcoholics?
- You’re alkies.

Do alkies drink whiskey?

Don’t justify yourself, let’s go.
We’ll pick up our stuff next week.

Vasya, take us to the metro,
alright?

Alya, I'm sorry…

Me and Misha are opening an
architectural bureau.

If things get tough, give us
a call - we might need a temp.

Rent’s due on the tenth.
There’s meat in the fridge.

I didn’t have time to cook it.
Don’t eat it raw.

You really should
look after yourself.

- Let's drink.
- I'm driving.

Stay. There's plenty of room,
and no mosquitoes…

My wife and kid are
back at the hostel.

Come on, forget your wife.

Vasya, the metro!

Bye.

- Aggh!
- I’m so sorry, are you hurt?

No, it didn’t hurt at all…

- Have you got a light?
- You want to get lit up?

Not in that sense.

Alright, there you go.

- How’s tricks?
- Keep it.

Thank you.

This is a washout…

Eat what you’ve taken.

Would you like something?

No, thank you.

Perhaps you’d sit with us?

Did you have flowers here?

Yes, in a big antique vase.
How did you know?

Only flowers could be here.

I can’t remember which.

Exotic flowers. Too vivid.
Deliberately vivid.

They probably irritated you,
and you got rid of them.

And you were right. Excessive
decoration is dispiriting.

And it’s everywhere. In flowers,
in advertising, in people…

You didn’t explain about people…

They try to be surprising. They want
to look unusual, vivid, interesting.

That's irritating.

Because we know they’re
empty and false.

Yes. May I… Can I have some more…

- This, I’d like…
- Oh! Of course.

Keep quiet.

What’re you…

So, how’s it going? Made a deal?

Well, it’s all very intriguing,
of course, but…

Pay for the sketches.

That’s standard.

I like what I’ve heard.

Give them an advance and
let them start work.

No problem…

I’ll be away for several months.

Do a good job.

Of course. Advice from a designer:

When you get back, put the
antique vase back in its place.

Really?

Put something simple in it,
pleasing to the eye.

Daisies, for instance…

That fatty was wearing me out!
What did you say to her?

- You didn’t try it on with her!
- No, he didn’t try it on.

- You rascal, eh?
- A rascal.

Let’s celebrate. Have some fun?

Right. We should, like, be working.

Oh, come on…

- Where to?!
- A boutique.

No! Get lost!

Alright, a secondhand store.

I don’t want to, I said.

- Just look at Misha.
- What about Misha?

- Look how he’s dressed.
- How?

- Stylishly.
- Stylishly?

- Yes.
- That jacket’s a hundred years old!

I agree. But it’s stylish –
it’s always in fashion.

So what?

See, he looks after himself. Irons
his trousers, changes his shirts.

You see, he looks smart, like
a bridegroom! And you?

Misha, you tell her.

I don’t want…

Alya, I have a deep respect for
you. A very deep respect.

What’re you saying?

You look like a railway
station tramp.

No, she looks worse.

Alya doesn’t look great, granted,
but no worse than a tramp.

When were you last
at the station?

Very recently.

I’m saying that our Alya looks
worse than any station tramp.

- I’m saying no worse.
- I’m saying worse.

Right. Let’s go to the station.

- Deal?
- Deal! Let’s go.

Get lost!

- Where? Here?
- Here.

It’s the station again.

A station prostitute.

Unemployed…

Just right, don’t you think?

Right. That gray jacket, a skirt of
the same color, and a blouse.

What blouses have you got?

There are wonderful
red blouses with pearl buttons!

Really erotic! Really cheap too!

Come here.

Keep it quiet – don’t
tempt our girlfriend.

We don’t need a flirty outfit,
we need a business suit.

Got it.

Where are you? Misha.

A beautiful dream, orders, money.

Knock on wood.

Three weeks ago, I was laying
bricks, 200 rubles a load.

911 50 64.

Hello? Good evening to you too!

What I hear even
surpasses what I see!

I’ve only heard such a
marvelous voice once before!

No, it wasn’t a singer.

She danced in my
friend’s erotic ballet.

He’s a choreographer!
I’ll give him the phone.

Me, dance? Good evening.

Yes I produce ballets.
Three acts, usually.

No, my friend doesn’t
dance – he’s a masseur in

a women’s correctional facility.

Not in the prison itself,
at the prison’s sauna parlor.

- She’s a complete idiot.
- Doesn’t believe you?

No, she does…

Stop! Who’s that embracing you?

Alright, we’ll talk tomorrow.

I'll call. Love, Tata.

Where’re the laborers?

Sorry, Oleg. The Moldavians…

The cops collared them –
no registration.

We have to finish so
the plastering dries tonight,

and we paint it tomorrow.

Hello. Where are you?

What metro station?

Hi.

You’ve got a cognac.
Two cognacs please.

Where did you see cognac?
We’re not licensed for spirits.

There’s beer. You want one?

No thank you.

So, how are you?

And you?

I asked first. So you
answer first, Natella.

I asked second.
So I answer second.

Who is he?

And if he’s my husband?

Husband?

You poor thing.

Who is he? A politician,
a businessman?

A revolting old thief.

My beauty…

Don’t let him take your youth.

What youth? I'm 27!

That’s still youth!

And he’s not my husband.
I’m a kept woman, Misha.

What’s wrong? You hurt?

Everything’s fine. Not at all…

Why don’t you caress
me then, pity me?

I’m smoking.

Because a married woman is
cool. But a mistress, it’s kind of

…not right, not cool!

Are you in a hurry, Misha?

We’ll stay friends.

There’s no rush. I have to
collect my thoughts.

You should’ve stayed in the cafе.
Maybe you’ll go?

Or we’ll start an affair.
I don’t want to ruin your life.

Believe me… don’t expect
anything good from me.

So what. Let it be
the way it is now.

Empty.

Buy some more. I’ve got money.

So have I. Shall I get some?

We’ll drink again, and part again.

I’m not afraid of Sergei.

Don’t be. He won’t do you any harm.

What else? At worst,

you’re an alcoholic, and you’ll
make me an alcoholic.

That’s no good. But we’ll be
treated at the same clinic,

a new subject for conversation,
we’ll see more of each other…

The dream is over: I only drink
a little. To keep in shape.

Why didn’t you say
you weren’t alone?

When?

In the morning, when I came, and
that jerk Sergei was at yours…

I forgot about him – you looked
so funny undressing.

And when he came out?
Why didn’t you say "go"?

I wanted to see how you’d react!
I wanted to test you.

And?

You were wonderful!

Why go through it all?

I understand, money, money.
But how can you sleep with him?

Easily!

I live in his apartment. He sends
me stuff, gives me pocket money.

He comes round,
sometimes stays the night.

Sometimes I go to his office, but
not his home – he has a wife,

children, already grownup.

I’ve just come back from his
dacha. But we don’t have sex.

I should believe that?
Or go mad?! Why?!

Zero sex. Zero.

Now I’m going to rape you.

Where’s my haystack?

It’s not in the bathroom or
kitchen. Forget about it, Tata,

it was uncomfortable –
we used to disappear in it.

It’s my haystack!
Give me the phone!

I bought it with my money!

Hello, yes it’s me, Natella!
Put me through to Sergei!

Tell him I’m in town!

Where’s the haystack? Don’t lie
to me, Sasha! Give me back my

haystack, or I’m leaving.

Bring the mattress.

Come here.

A mistress’s word of honor,
I swear on my homeland,

the wonderful town of Kozelsk,

you will be the first man
on my mattress.

Let my ear go. It hurts…

Should I get dressed?

They can get lost! Sit down!

Pour it.

Here.

Hello. Get ready,
we’re going. He’s waiting.

If he says, "Take the haystack,"
I have to take it.

It’s my job, and he’s my boss.

I’m risking it as it is.
If he knew about your notes.

I’ll wait in the car.

And we’re a couple.

It’s off. We’re not going.
He’s coming here.

You need a lift?

He’s staying.

See you soon, Alexander.

Have you gone mad?
What if he sees this?

You’ll get yourself in trouble…

Get out of here!

Maybe I should go?

Turn the light off, please.

When you leave, lock the door.

Misha!

You wanted to go?

I saw your photograph.

A very strange photograph.

We’re trapped in a circle!

You on Sergei, and me on the
fact that you wanted to leave.

I just want to understand
what’s between you two.

Misha… He’s just my benefactor.

He says I shouldn’t drink,

shouldn’t smoke, shouldn’t go out.

I’m bored of it.

I want to drink, smoke,

have a lover.

Wake me in an hour.

Where’s my haystack? You hear?

Tata, Tata, Tata, not now,
not now, I’m sleeping…

Did I complain when
you took my car, my mobile?

Ta-ta, just…

Did I ask for them back? No!
Because it’s your car, your mobile.

But the haystack is mine!

I bought it with my money!

Give me back the haystack.
You hear?

Sleep. Go to sleep.

You’ll wake up cheerful and calm,

and see how you’re loved.

And loved for yourself, the way
you are. For your intelligence,

goodness, for your fairness…

Sleep… sleep…

Tell me… He’s a psycho?

No, he’s normal.

He just sleeps badly.

He and his wife cover
themselves in perfume,

knock themselves out,
and then sleep together

and breath it all in,
poison themselves!

You can’t wash it off.

It sends your head spinning…

Alright, I’ll come up
with something.

What?

Somewhere to live.
You can’t stay here.

You don’t have to –
everything might change.

What?

Everything.

You mean about where to live?

I mean everything.

Alright, go. I’ll phone.

Will you miss me?

I already miss you.

Me too.

Go.

Tata! Wake up, come here.

I remember how
I came into your ward,

and you were sitting
by the window with a book.

Your face was so childlike,

defenseless, like a little girl.

I felt something so close,
something of my own,

I don’t know…

I asked for your information…

Information?

Yes, of course, information.

I read it, a serious illness,
nursing was necessary, continual

medical care, medicine, a stable
way of life, food, all that.

Newly arrived.

Six years wandering
round Petersburg.

Sit down. Don’t smoke.

Haven’t we been friends
all this time?

Yes.

Listen, Tata,

your tests aren’t good,

you should’ve been thinking
about your health,

and what do you do?

Come here.

A hidden camera? So, I’ve
always been under control?

Not always.

They installed it while
you were at the dacha.

I asked you from the beginning:
Don’t bring guys here,

don’t bring them.

I didn’t bring guys here.
I just brought one.

That’s his note.

And that’s yours.

I knew about them,
I was even jealous. Romantic.

That’s yesterday.

Two in the afternoon.

The pair of you come back.

That’s me. Eleven in the evening.
I go in.

And he comes out.

About midnight!

He left as soon as you fell asleep.

But he was here!

You shit on your own doorstep!

You laughed at me!

I gave you everything you need –

a home, food, books, doctors!

I… I didn’t lay a finger on you.

I just wanted you to stay alive.

I thought you were…

…pure.

Come back!

I’m tired, I want to sleep.

Thank you.

It’s wonderful –

warm, nothing
demanded in exchange.

I need to sleep. And you should go.

Go.

Well, I’m ungrateful.

Every day it’s getting harder
and harder for me to say

nice things to you.

I’m sorry.

- It’s great to see you!
- Same for me!

- How are you?
- Great. And you?

Not great, but alright. You’ve
been in the treatment room?

Yes. Managed to slip away.

Just a little?

I can’t yet - work.

The working day’s over, and
it’s the start of your shift.

We’ll celebrate the
beginning of your shift.

We’ll lock up.

I brought Meyers.

A new monograph.
I found it on the web.

Sadly, the translation’s mine –
I’m hopeless with the terms…

Thank you. I don’t read
anything, I’m degenerating.

No, the terms are fine. Well done.

You should go into medicine.
High time.

I’ve marked a paragraph, page three.

Again?

I’ve known you for ages.

I've been under your sensitive
guidance seven times.

But the situation’s very clear:
cancer of the blood,

the last stage of the illness…

Who said so? Nonsense!

You were shouting ‘nonsense’
a month ago!

But I wrote the test results
down, and worked it out.

It’s all very clear.

You idiot!
She’s diagnosing leucosis!

Listen to me, let me finish.

According to Meyers and the
"Systemic illness of the blood",

and just everything…

I’m finished.

And when I realized I was finished,
I decided to enjoy life.

I met a guy.

And it turned out
he’s… absolutely mine.

Tell me, as a friend,

how long have I got?

I need to know.

You’re totally ignorant.

I should throw you out…
for heaven’s sake!

Let’s drink.

I want you to leave.

How’re you and Tatyana
from the staffroom doing?

Stop it.

You weren’t offended?
She cheated on you.

You didn’t have a chance.

She’s an actress: her glances,
mystery, all that.

- You weren’t offended?
- No.

She enjoys teasing you.
I’m sorry, but she

knows what she’s doing.

She really had you going
in the winter, I remember…

It still gets me when I remember.

She was with Parfyonov too.

That nobody?!

Hello. Are you home?
I’m downstairs.

Forgive my state of dress.

Good Lord! You’re not busy?

Only busy with you! I’ve been
waiting for you all day!

We’re looking at the living
options. Option one.

The people sleep after
heavy labor.

We’ll put a sofa here, and we
can put a curtain up here.

Option number two.
Guess what it means.

Get on with it.

I’ll stay here.

You’re shivering?

No, it’s nothing,
I just got a little cold.

Get undressed.

Here, drink.

Where’re you going?

I’ll bring some food,
put something warm on.

- How did you sleep?
- Never better.

Shall we move downstairs?

Forget it.
I’d stay here for my whole life.

What, soldiers’ underpants?

So what? They’re totally new.

Oleg got them when
he was demobbed.

You don't need to justify it.
They’re warm, soft.

And everything’s wonderful!

Oleg says we should go for a
walk. He’s celebrating today.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sir!

- Hi Igor, congratulations!
- Hi! Congrats on the holiday!

- How are you?
- Fine thanks.

Hi guys, congratulations!

- Hi, lads, hi!
- How are you?

- Not too bad, and you?
- I'm fine.

Hang on! There’s no drink here.

- Get some down there.
- I’ll come with you.

- Oh! Hello!
- Oh, Tata, hello!

How are you?
How’s your husband, the kids?

Fine, thank you.
What can I get you?

There’s four of us.

Have some kufta.

Ok, and four salads.

And two more pilaus!

Alright!
You’re celebrating, right?

Today’s a celebration.
Tomorrow’ll be different.

Got it, scum?

Apologize.

Fuck off, bitch.

Pilau?

Sit down. What happened?

Ask your bitch!

He’s had too much.
Calm down. Sorry guys.

I recognized you.
You used to work here.

- Pilau?
- You…

- To the celebration!
- Hurrah!

Why? Today’s a holiday.
Tomorrow.

Alright, till tomorrow.

Go on, she’s attractive.

But I’m not really a specialist.

If you have any trouble,
I’ll happily help.

Keep it simple, nothing flowery.

Whatever you say.

Oleg.
Shall we get to know each other?

Tanya. We have.

Come on.

Oleg's one of us, from Pskov!

You see, an arch, and we can
redo the flooring here too.

Hello.

So. Otto.
He doesn’t speak Russian.

But it’s…
He understands everything.

Otto’s an expert in modern
architecture.

Writes for German magazines.

I don’t like it, Misha. They’re
too friendly, sitting there.

Already happy! And now
we’ll get happier!

I propose a group sex session!

Three girls, four boys! I will
be the Gruppenfuhrer!

I’m driving.

Let’s not hurry. We’ve the whole
night ahead of us.

It’s as if we met like two
soldiers, and immediately –

left, right, left, right…

You think when soldiers
meet they immediately

begin intimate relations?

Well, first they salute.

I want something good, Misha.

You’re with me forever.

Girl, for how long, eh?!
You’re kidding, right?

No, Otto’s already doing the visa.

But why? Oleg, tell her!

He’s right – what’re you going
to do out in Finland?

Designs.

But they’ve already built
everything. Who needs your designs?

They’ve already put two of my
designs in a magazine.

An entertainment center and…

what’s it called… a cottage.

I don’t remember us doing that.

You didn’t – I did. When you
were at… necking your whiskey.

Father Ioann has
a different number!

Alya, have a heart!
We’ve just started earning!

We’ve got so many orders!
We'd buy you a flat!

Getting a flat’s hard in Europe.

Otto’s got a house out in…
in Laperanta.

Give me that.

Phone back and I’ll curse you!

- Well, damn you, then.
- Alright then.

And the sex?

What sex?

How's the sex?

What’s it to do with you?

Just asking, as a friend.

What’s it to do with you, friend?

Aren’t you ashamed?

I taught you to speak. You learnt,
and now you’re rude to me.

I see - that was humor.

Safe journey!

Our pot… Give me that money!
I’ll put in mine

…and we’ll buy land!

My friend’s got a plot in
Vartemyagi. He wants to sell,

but is afraid of being ripped off.
But he trusts me.

He’s wrong in the head.
The plot’s worth five times

more than he’s asking!

He’s a bit of a weirdo.

A peasant. They go nuts over land.

Start getting the peasant
shakes about it.

Please!

What’re you shouting for?

Quiet, or you’ll wake Misha.

What’s with Misha, what’s he…
Looking for his girl, Tata?

You’re going to the ballet?

Drink vodka with us!

Russian ballet and vodka are
like a brother and sister!

After vodka, you want to dance,
throw girls about!

Let’s drink to Alya.

Wish her the best.

I’ll talk her round.

I can't babble on like
you and Misha!

But I told her: "Alya, the Finns
will respect you if you've got

your own plot of Russian land!"

That’s enough about land.
Bring us some snacks.

Hang on.

Let’s get drunk.

- You’re leaving tomorrow?
- Yes.

- Where to?
- Kozelsk.

- She’s from Kozelsk?
- Yes.

We can find a new architect.
To replace Alka.

- You want that?
- No.

Me neither.

I’m going back into the army.

But first I have to execute
a certain bastard.

What do you mean execute?

I had two friends in my company.
He got them with a direct hit,

from three weapons.
Made a mistake, bastard…

It happens at war.
You don’t kill over a mistake.

To hell with the mistake.
I met him a month later in Rostov.

A happy colonel, big bright
smile, shining like a new

star on your epaulet.

He could at least have
regretted it for a second!

I’ll execute him for that smile.
Or I’ll be cursed.

Oleg, this is nonsense.

Misha, we grew up next door to
one another, read the same books.

But we lived different lives.
Stay out of what you don’t know.

Where’s the water?

We have to stop him.

How? Lock him in his room?
Or follow him round?

I don’t mean that. He hasn’t
sobered up since Division Day –

a month and a half!
You don’t see it, you’re too busy.

He’s drinking himself to death.

I’ve thought up a prayer. Listen:

"My heart is full of joy,
my spirit rejoices, I’ll do it!

Give me patience, give
me true love, so that

at the execution
I do not thirst blood,

but carry out your wishes, Lord!"

What do you think?

Don’t worry about Oleg.
Just because he’s waffling,

thinking up prayers.
He won’t touch anyone.

Can’t sleep.

The guy above’s snoring,
people going to the john,

the door banging!

May I?

There’s no glasses.

It’s alright.

- You got on at Kozelsk?
- Yes.

- I noticed. From there?
- No.

Nice. I was drinking gin. Filth.

You’re not annoyed I’m so cheeky?

Silence is a sign of agreement.

Just drank a little.

It’s been a heavy day!

Got cheated out of 2,000
this morning.

Argued with my guy.

Lived half a year fine,

and then suddenly he
turns out to be scum!

I think I know you from somewhere.

So bad… So bad…

There’s a joist in there.

Load-bearing?

Yes.

That’s a partition. We could put
a double-radial arch here.

Height – 210cm; width – 170cm,

which will emphasize
the character of the space.

Hello?

As for the walls, you can’t get
permission to knock them down –

no way, and it’s dangerous.

So, shall we look at the kitchen?

Yes.

All the best. See you soon.

Lyuba, I was talking to our
new colleague. You heard:

I addressed her formally.

Just so you know!

When I was 18,

I had a lover ten years older,
and I addressed him formally!

What news!

I’m listening.

I think we can alter the design
a little here too. Mikhail…

For your information, when I was
18, I had a lover 30 years older.

It was the other way round –
she addressed me formally!

- Best joke of the day!
- Of the week!

They’re our sort!
Don’t bother with sketches!

Too much hassle for you.

So, begin: Take an advance,
knock down the walls…

Thank you. Some Dvin, maybe?
The finest Armenian cognac.

I suggest a toast.

I hope that you’ll be happy
with our work.

To getting acquainted.
Just a little.

Do you remember where
you got our number?

Lyuba, who gave us the number?

- You did.
- Me? When?

Ages ago.

We put the renovation off for ages,
wanted an architect we know.

"A talented architect and designer
will be eternally delighted to

renovate your home."

Lovely - "eternally delighted".

Oh, I remember!
An advert on the wall.

We came out of the hospital
and read it.

Well, it was well written!

That was fast! Half an hour,
the two of us - "just a little"!

We’ve got some vodka…

They’ve got vodka!

There’s vodka, whiskey,
whatever you want.

The patients keep bringing it.

Drive me to the grave with presents.

- Well, "just a little" more.
- "Just a little."

Can you remember…
Natella. Nata. Tata.

Oh, it was Tata who took down the ad.

What’s wrong with her?!

Where is she?

That’s the way it is!

I need to see her!

No. Take a look at yourself.

- Why? I don’t get it!
- What, what?

He likes to hang out with
youngsters.

When he drinks with
men of his own age,

there’s unpleasant talk,
irritation, boredom…

- I’ll wash them.
- Thank you.

But with youngsters
he gets younger.

You'll find out after 300 grams…

Misha, come with me.

Misha, sit down, drink.

She’s got blood cancer.

She’s a brave girl.

Knows what’s coming to her,
but she keeps a brave face on!

You can’t go to her like that…
with a mournful face on!

If you're weak, stay away!

Don’t get angry.

Vasya, take Misha to the car.
Wait for me there.

Let’s go. Come on, come on…

So, Misha.

You’ll see her tomorrow.
He’s a great guy, that doctor.

He said he wants to get her out of
the hospital for at least a day,

some fresh air, a rest from that
hospital stink. I said we should

have a barbecue.

We can take a look at
your plot of land,

Vasya – how far
to your “Russian land”?

An hour or so.

Well, we’ll do it tomorrow then.

I’m going soon!

- I’ll be quick.
- Listen, you shouldn’t go.

Listen, don’t order me about.

Imagine – a whole hour
together in the car!

You’ll get miserable. You’ll ask her
questions, she might start crying.

Imagine – someone comes out
of the hospital and suddenly sees you.

Get a grip on yourself.

Come on, stay.

We’ll have a drink. You can sleep.

Something's wrong.

Are you ill?

What are you waiting for?
Everything’s ready.

Come on, come on.

We’ll put a temporary hut
up here, a workshop there…

Vasya! Give it a rest will you?

But really, it’ll be great.

- Just keep an eye on the meat.
- I’m watching, I’m watching.

- Who wants?
- Me.

Just a little.

So! Here we go!

I’m so ugly. I’ve powdered myself
like an old theater hag.

Jaundices, stones, all that.
It’s nothing – I’ll have a drink

and cheer up.

- Hello.
- Hello.

And these only cost ten.

Excuse me, who just neighed –
a stallion or a mare?

It was my goat.

- Send her our best wishes.
- I certainly shall.

Tata, there’s an acre here.

If we plant potatoes, do it
up over the winter, in just…

Vasya! Leave her alone, eh?
Vasya, it’s getting boring.

Guys! A toast! I see you’re a gang.

That’s great – a gang means
a sense of comradeship.

Guys, hang on to one another.

The main thing is to find your own
and to gain a sense of calm.

So, let’s do it.

I’ve been thinking of you
since morning! Of course.

Listen, I envied you.
And I envy you now.

It’s as if… she’s from another
world. Where there’s no scum.

Leave it out! I yearn for you like
a beast for another beast!

My hands shake!
You vile young creature!

Your doctor’s sick.

You want some sausage?

It was a miracle. When
you came the first time,

I liked you immediately –
you and Oleg.

Really cool lads!

But I’m glad I fell in love with you.

My dear girl, forgive me!
I'm drunk… drunk as a skunk.

I adore you…

I know you’re a push over
for young girls.

You’re different. This scum isn’t
worth your little toe!

You’re being tactless.

I’m not going in there,
I’m not interfering!

You left and didn’t drink.
I’ve been waiting for you.

You’re… You’re tactless. Let’s go.

- Alright then.
- Alright then.

I’m not allowed anything.
Even to kiss. Jaundice.

But it doesn’t hurt at all…

It hurts me.

I’ll come tomorrow.

Don’t you dare run from the
hospital, like you did from the attic.

I need you, Tata.

When you’re not with me,
I can't breathe.

It’s all terrible.

The shashlyk’s inedible.
But Alya’s eating.

Thank you, Alya.
She’s leaving, it’s a shame.

The doctor’s sleeping,
no one to drink with.

But there’s good news.

I announce that my friends
are marrying.

Tata, Misha – to you!

But you’re not drinking…

Tata died two months later.

She was buried in Sosnovo,
not far from Vasya’s land.

Alya left and never knew about it.

It didn’t work out with me and
Oleg, he went back to the army.

And me? I’m alive…

But the way it all started…