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Shame to blow it up.

- It was a fine building. - It was.

Get a move on, will you?

Or it will crumble faster than you wreck it.

- Well? - We're ready.

What's he doing there?

Ruslan Borisovich!

We're ready to blow. Move your car or it'll get damaged.

Cancel that. I had a call from Moscow.

But Moscow ordered...

New plan. It'll be a summer house.

They want it renovated,

they're looking for a sulphur springs.

- It's going to be a residence again. - For whom?

They said orders came from the top. The very top!

And when?

Soon, they said.

He'll visit in person.

- How? - By helicopter.

Don't just stand there smoking. Clear this away.

Know how to build helipads?

- Sure do! - Then do it.

This needs tidying up, too.

How do you mean?

A good scrub down.

A tidy up. Make it feel like home.

This isn't just any old house.

It's a piece of history, dammit.

Khrushchev stayed here.

Brezhnev.

Stalin... probably.

Ruslan Borisovich,

imagine the infrastructure they'll put in...

what they'll do round here.

For the people...

and for us...

What's this?

Ruslan Borisovich, it's going to a residential property.

I'm not sure this is...

Stalin looking down at you... Makes me kinda uneasy.

Well that's no good, Nazarov.

Don't you know which direction politics is heading in?

Which?

Thank you.

Tea and coffee.

Tea and coffee. Tea and coffee.

Excuse me.

- How much? - 220.

- My ulcer's completely gone. - Ruslan Borisovich!

- Hi, Ksyusha. - Hi.

Helipad's nearly ready. Any word from Moscow?

- They keep calling. - OK.

- Why the shrubbery? - For the welcome party.

They look like bouquets for your girlfriend!

What do you mean?

Simpler would've been better. We're simple people.

Right. Got it.

- Who'll present them? - I don't know.

Let's think.

Ksenia, isn't your mother a Veteran of Labour?

- Yes. - And the only female...

bus driver.

Think she can present a bouquet of flowers to a high-ranking individual?

- To whom? - Can she?

- I guess... - She saved those people, remember?

That accident last year. And she's Russian by origin.

Pew pew pew.

Pew!

I'll save you!

Uff, you got so heavy.

Bodies are heavier after death. My pop told me.

Quit staring! Pew pew.

What's taking so long?

Egorka, hon, bring me my phone.

Egor!

Mum, he put part of the mincer up his nose. He'll suffocate!

Come here, baby. Come to Mummy.

Why did you do that? Why?

He doesn't realise... Mum!

Mum, call an ambulance! Mum!

- Don't touch him. - Egor, are you OK?

Breathe, sweetie, breathe.

Leave him alone.

He'll suffocate...

I can't live with it.

Egor, take your finger out, you're pushing it further.

Why does this happen to me? You're always up to something!

Stop this nonsense.

He can breathe through the other nostril.

You should've been an actress.

Don't lie there! Go get my phone.

Scared him to death...

You go get it. What if I go, and he dies...

without his mummy?

Come here, you. Come here.

It's his developmental problems.

Nothing wrong with how he's developing. He's just stupid. Like you.

Sure! I'm not your darling boy!

Your angel Zhenya. You hate me.

I cook, I clean, I work, all with a disabled son,

- and you give me this shit. - Get the phone.

Lay off your brother.

Men struggle to find meaning. All you had to do was get knocked up.

You've no idea where he even is.

Says who? He'll be home in summer.

He could call and ask how you are.

No, he sits around, wasting your money.

- Never doing... - Who hung the bathroom shelf?

The damn shelf again! So go pray to it!

Yes?

What?

The Kopylovs.

- I'm his sister. - There.

Here, Mum.

It's about Zhenka.

Hello?

Antonina Petrovna Kopylova.

His mother, who else?

What is it?

What happened?

Do you know what your son has been doing for the last 2 months?

Your son, Evgeniy Kopylov, was defending his country's interests

in the Syrian Arab Republic as part of a private military company.

On March 7th, he was killed near the Euphrates.

Did you hear me?

Under heavy fire at night,

Zhenka and a few men were cut off. They were hit.

It was a mortar. Almost nothing was left of his body.

Zhenya fought like a hero to the last.

This is his grave on the right.

Evgeniy Kopylov...

is being awarded the Medal "For Blood and Valour".

His motherland mourns one of its finest sons.

Never forgotten, never betrayed.

Eternal memory and glory to him.

Hooray!

Antonina Petrovna, you must realise your son did not die of the flu.

His work is considered a military secret.

As his mother, you must duly honour his memory, and...

sign this non-disclosure agreement.

And take your compensation.

Five million in total.

Do you have a bag?

Were you there?

No.

I was skiing.

I fell.

Tonya...

I signed us up to pick again this year.

Is that alright?

Hmm?

Leave Grandma alone, don't.

- Don't. - Don't touch him!

Goodness me...

Oh, dear girl...

You... must keep it together.

Keep it together.

Oh, poor Zhenka! So young and handsome...

Get out, all of you.

Come on, Mum!

Get out.

- Go on. - Beat it.

Go, Anna.

I'll bring a sedative. It's a new one, it's good.

I can move out, build a house with that money.

Or renovate here, and move into Zhenka's room.

We can take Egor to see a specialist.

- Get him to talk. - You said he wrote you. When?

"Started a business. A sure thing. Will send money."

March 9th.

This says the 7th.

I knew they must...

be mistaken.

Now, where's your dad's number?

Zhenka's coming back in summer. He promised.

Dammit.

He's not answering.

Tidy up in here.

- Get your son. - You aren't welcome here.

Where's Valera?

Valera, that witch of yours is here.

- I heard about your son. - What?

Speak up. What did you hear?

That they only found his head.

- Valera! - Keep it down.

- My kids are asleep. - Your son's missing!

Push the military to start looking for him.

You're one of them.

Zhenka enlisted for a private company.

- I heard Zhenka got killed. - No.

No!

I was a traffic cop, not a soldier. I'm not with the military.

- I'm retired, anyway. - Use your connections.

Call and tell them you won't let it go. Threaten. Beg.

You know how. You spent your life rolling over for people.

I have little children. And another on the way.

Scumbag! Zhenka is your son, too.

You never came around after you left me for that slut.

You threatened to set me on fire if I showed up.

You could've tried me. Or were you too scared?

- Be a man for once. - Piss off!

Valera.

He signed up for the war to get away from you!

And you want me to get in trouble?

Tonya, I said wait out there. We settled it.

- And? - We won't search for your son,

- since we know where he's buried. - Zhenka sent a text on the 9th.

- Look! - Stop.

Tonya, cut it out.

He said that the mobile signal is jammed there, that's why it was delayed.

Did you see it yourself?

- No, but there were witnesses. - Where are they?

Where?

If he died, there must be something to bury.

You said it was at night, that his body

that... there was barely anything left of his body.

- How'd you ID him? - Tonya, you don't get it.

Did he tell you he has connections higher up?

Antonina Petrovna, are you threatening me?

You signed a non-disclosure agreement. You got the insurance payout.

These hysterics will stain your son's memory.

- There. Now I owe you nothing. - It can't be returned.

You're his next of kin.

- It's yours. - Use it to pay for the search.

- Give me back the receipt. - It's not retroactive.

Listen up, you...

I won't keep silent.

Antonina Petrovna!

Put that down.

Now throw it out,

since you apparently have no family, no one to care for,

and you don't need it just to live out your days.

So throw it out. But know that it won't change anything.

Tonya, there was no other way.

Why didn't you mention the money?

Maybe I deserve some, as the father?

Legally, both the father and mother inherit.

I supported him till age 11.

Take me to court.

What the hell?

I have a mother, a wife, kids.

Didn't I take care of you when we were together?

I never spared any expense.

I'll kill you.

That money's driven you nuts!

Prepare for rehearsal! Orchestra to the front of the house, go.

Policemen, don't stand there, spread out. One here, two there. Come on!

Murat, can't you get them to finish up? It's distracting!

Now, welcome party.

Welcome party, exit the bus and stand along the path.

Do you hear me?

Along the path. Quickly now.

Oh, Antonina Petrovna, this is for you. Follow me.

You'll exit, and stand along the path. Come with me.

Ruslan Borisovich, help us! The orchestra can start.

Come on.

OK, keep playing... Stand along the path OK?

And your line.

- Do you have a speech? - Help find my son.

He was in a private military company.

He's missing in action.

Well help.

How can we help?

We can...

help you make a written appeal to the Human Rights Council, then...

- the president will handle it. - Paperwork takes time.

Don't worry.

Nazarov.

Look, Antonina Petrovna, you head home and rest.

It'll be OK. We'll handle it.

- He was in Syria. - It's OK.

We'll handle this.

You head home now and don't you worry. It'll be OK.

What's with her son?

I don't know. Guess he died in the war.

The war? Which war?

How should I know? Lots to choose from.

Ruslan Borisovich don't worry, we'll handle it.

Nazarov...

The facade could also use a little...

face-lift.

Hey, little girl, come here!

- Tonya, let me out. - No stopping here.

- You know that. - I'll be quick as a wink.

You'll get me fired.

Thanks.

We're getting off here, too.

The bus broke down, end of the line.

My son has gone missing in Syria.

Come in.

A search must be arranged. I'll go myself.

- Recruit or enlisted? - For money.

- Comrade Major. - Wait here.

We'll handle this.

- Name? - Kopylov Evgeniy Valerievich.

Ko... py... lov...

Kopylov Evgeniy Valerievich. 18 years old.

Declared unfit for duty by medical evaluation.

So? I don't get it.

- How'd he dodge recruitment? - Asthma.

Counts as a disability, nearly.

So, your son couldn't have been deployed to war as part of the Russian Army.

He was.

As part of a private military company.

Lovely. But you do realise this...

is not a state decoration?

That it's a... private medal?

Theoretically, you could make one. I could make one.

Then we could pin them on each other.

- What do you see here? - Nothing.

Nothing. Same goes for private military companies.

I know nothing about them. Never heard of them.

They don't exist. They're banned by law.

Now, why your son was in Syria,

business, pleasure, or womanising, I don't know:

- he's a civilian. - A mine blew him up.

- Or that. - Since he volunteered, no one cares?

Not the army's affair.

Give me a pen and paper, I'll file a request.

Look, the status of his presence in Syria is undetermined.

He is a civilian.

So determine it. Determine his status.

Just make it quick.

- We'll look into your request. - Thanks.

The entire 8 servicemen of our town precinct

commit to organising a search party for your son

in the Syrian Arab Republic.

We head out tomorrow.

You're mocking me?

Sit down!

Go on. Put me through to Moscow.

The Investigative Committee, the Prosecutor General. Do it.

As a human being, I sympathise with you deeply.

Known you for ever.

But you know I'll either call the nuthouse, or Valerievich.

If they take you away, you'll be in real trouble.

This is no way to help your son.

Write a request to the prosecutor. I'll drop it off tomorrow.

Ksyukha!

Anya!

Antonina Petrovna!

I'm here to pick you up. Hi.

- Hi. - Let's go.

- Where? - What do you mean?

You asked us to help.

We've taken care of it. Do you need to change?

No.

Hurry up, then.

Hello, Antonina Petrovna.

Open it up.

Open it up, I want to see.

- Open it. - Yes, open it.

I gave them the coat.

They said to choose his favourite things.

Should've chosen a beer and some meatballs.

Mum...

My son is alive.

You can bury your own coats.

Burying the living is one thing. But he's also a Muslim.

Mum, don't be silly.

Isn't he?

Antonina...

I understand your grief, but you must accept it.

What will you say...

to your god?

Your son is getting a hero's burial.

Don't stand there. Say something.

Can't you see she's upset?

I won't bury an empty coffin.

Kopylova...

the bus was out of commission all day.

I wrote it up as a breakdown.

Caused by what?

Wiring.

- Say the wiring was smoking. - Something's always smoking round you.

Think it's gonna catch fire again?

You're not one of those drunks, one day here, next day on a bender.

Tonya...

I understand your grief, but no more "breakdowns" like this, OK?

What's that for?

You should write to some Soldier's Mothers Committee.

Heard they can be pretty helpful.

What if they come asking about you?

What if Zhenya is alive? All this would just hurt him.

He has a life to live.

We'll see, Borya.

SOLDIER KOPYLOV IS MIA Private military companies

are officially illegal, but in reality, they hire men,

and pay off their parents if they die. What do you plan to do next?

I'll do it...

on my own...

You plan to look for him on your own?

I'm going to try.

Those private companies should...

- handle this. - I don't know.

Am I supposed to deal with it?

- Call them. - On it.

Alright.

We can do a larger story if you want. To attract attention.

- Call me. - Thanks.

We need peace and quiet.

- Where did those hacks come from? - The city.

Get rid of her, Nazarov.

She'll ruin everything.

And the camera crew...

Bring them here. But keep it quiet.

Hit in the face with the barrel of a gun

I call for help, but I know that it won't come

Have to make it to the end of the line

Your bullet to my head is like a guiding star

I feel like I'll never see this ever again

Wish I had more time, just an hour even

I'm no longer scared, it's so nice here

I'll turn to stone if I look back in fear

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

Gods of war

Give me a loyal buddy, one who's tough as nails

And a trench deeper than the vagina of a whale

A trench shovel that won't fucking lie to me

A friend willing to put me out of my misery

It's a rare joy to sit with a bro atop a battle bus

While a shy sniper aims her gun at us

I love her so much I love her so much

APC is melting in the sun My brothers are number one

Dear Angel, if you want Kiss me in my scope

Kiss me in my scope I wash my face with snow

And I spit out blood

No, I'm not cold

I am warmed by love

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha...

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

I'm both happy and sad

I'm crying and laughing, ha ha ha

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha...

Turn off that garbage! It's pounding in my ears!

You should be fucking fired for treating your passengers like this!

- Tonya, let's keep going, I'm late. - I can't. I was fired.

Tonya, enough joking around. Let's go.

Crazy bitch.

Don't just sit there. Get out.

Tonechka, my dear, the next bus isn't for an hour.

- I'll be late. - You ride for free.

Thanks for reminding me, bitch.

Hi, Mummy.

No way to greet your son.

I was discharged. Alive and kicking.

Hey, will you bandage me up?

Right here.

I asked Ksenia, but she's crazy.

Ksyukha. We call her Ksyukha.

Yeah, Ksyukha.

What's with your head?

Migraine.

I see. What did you do that for?

No biggie. It's all gonna be OK now.

And your passport, mister?

It's real.

As all my documents are.

I see.

I brought treats.

Some dates.

Put the kettle on, Mum. I'm home.

I checked his papers in our database. It all checks out.

Valerievich.

Fuck if I know.

Haven't seen my son in ages.

Come on, Dad.

You took me fishing as a kid,

and you got caught on my hook, remember?

They're both scumbags. That's not my son.

He's not mine! He can piss off.

Seriously? First you want him, now you don't.

His father says he's yours.

Why make a scene, Mum?

I'll do a DNA test if you want.

- Everything will be clean. - Everything will be clean, Tonya.

Antonina Petrovna, I don't get it. Don't you want your son back?

Or did you just need something to complain and protest about?

Take your son.

He's your son, he can stay with you.

So here we are.

I'll be staying here.

Listen, ladies... the rules are simple.

You cannot leave without permission.

- Like hell. We have jobs, you know. - Quiet.

And we'll live in peace.

And most importantly, no rebellion.

That means you, Mummy dear.

You're like a kid waving a chainsaw, ruining things.

I'm afraid you'll cut your own head off.

Such a damn do-gooder, huh?

Mum!

Sit down.

Want Turkish delight?

- He doesn't talk. - How come?

He has psychogenetic mutism.

What's that?

He used to talk. Then he almost drowned...

Fell off a bridge while fishing. Some guys pulled him out, did CPR...

but he stopped talking.

Took your eye off him?

No need for that.

Probably happens to every mother.

Egorka, have some candy.

Kopylova!

Who are you?

Antonina Petrovna's private guard. You know how it is these days.

Tonya...

Let me in.

Who is he?

I decided to adopt a pet.

Tonya...

So...

"It is currently not possible to determine

your son's status with regard to

legal and social security issues."

The answer that isn't.

Like the rest.

Tonya.

So why did I ask you?

They're pressuring me.

I even got a call from the city.

- I can't keep you employed. - I know, Borya.

Can you leave me alone in here for a bit?

You pull something new every day. I can't defend you, you understand?

I'm one of the little guys. I do what I'm told.

Get out, Borya.

Your bus is to be taken to the scrapper tomorrow.

But I could not take it.

I could, you know, place it in good hands, you get me?

Another do-gooder, huh?

What do you want in return?

I don't want anything.

I'll say you were let go.

There are severance payments. So, instead of those.

I don't want to. I don't know the place!

Shh.

How do I find a place to live? With a kid?

Let go.

I've never left town. Only been here and Nalchik.

I have to find out about Zhenka.

That guy will use you against me.

One push and you'll sing like a bird.

You'll be in my way.

- But Mum, I need you. - Don't compare apples and oranges.

I need to draw attention to Zhenka,

so they start looking for him. Here.

OK, done. Grab Egorka.

I'm scared.

I'll write three routes here.

Choose one of them, don't tell me which.

- Got it? - Yes.

You can choose.

Take this.

Egorka, take this.

- Got your charger? - Yes.

- Mum... - Get going.

What are you doing?

Can't sleep.

Where are those two?

Kindergarten.

They let retards go to school here?

It's called adapting.

What did I tell you?

Got an early start with the chainsaw already,

Be back soon.

Stay nice and quiet.

Got it?

Tonya?

Tonya, are you...? Hold on.

I'm coming, hold on.

Hold on, Tonya.

Arsen!

So, bring the welcome party by in an hour to rehearse one more time.

Yes.

Is the restaurant good to go?

I don't know when. Once they get here.

Hang on. Call you back.

Goddammit.

The hell is this?

Move the bus, Kopylova.

Kopylova, get the hell out of the way!

Don't stand there. Handle it.

Fucking move her. We have one hour.

- How? - You're asking me?

It's your problem. Do as you're told.

Hi, Dad.

Something came up. I need you here.

Yeah, the mansion.

Open.

Get your IDs out for a check.

We can't move it. Need a tow truck.

- So call one. - We did, from the city.

- It'll be here in 2 hours. - We don't have 2 hours.

Stop. Unhook it.

OK, OK...

- What do we have on Kopylova? - Nothing.

Why not? Why aren't you prepared?

Shoot out the window and drag her out of there.

Get moving!

There's a... cash bonus if you get it done.

And a commendation.

I'm afraid I'll hit her.

Shoot already!

I told you, get this thing out of here!

However you want! Like this!

Don't just stand there like sheep!

You can explain it when my father gets here!

Pass these back.

Come with me, miss.

Coat on.

- Has she issued a threat? - No.

Oh really?

This is a potential terrorist attack. The bus is likely rigged with bombs.

- Lives are at risk. - Dad, it's overkill, no?

She hasn't got a bomb.

Don't you want to get back to Moscow?

Since you got here,

it's "Dad, help..." Want to be stuck here forever?

- So what do I do with the terrorist? - Neutralise her.

To protect innocent lives.

And the witnesses?

We can confirm she was making threats.

Captain, bring the rifle.

- I'll handle her. - Who might you be?

- Her son. - What do you mean "son"?

Zhenka's a head taller than you.

I shrank during the war.

He knows who I am.

I ran all his documents. They're clean.

According to the paperwork, her son is back.

- Where are they? - Get behind the wheel and start it up.

It's alright, boys. Picked the wrong place to park.

We'll be on our way.

Turn around, Egorka.

Your arms...

Arms up.

Fascist. I thought we killed you all.

So, Tonya... you coming tomato picking tomorrow?

I agreed with the owner.

- There's tons. Good money. - Shove your tomatoes up your ass, Anya.

Let me go.

How nice. This is the thanks I get.

Not the time for tomatoes. Go.

Has it gone to your head? Not in the mood any more?

Now you have millions, why bother?

- Just go. - Move.

Don't then, but we're going picking.

Us beggars have no choice.

- Go! - Screw you, too.

Tonya...

Tonya.

We need publicity.

If we put the story out on TV, online, it'll get them moving.

Mum, have you totally lost it?

- When will this end? - When my son is back home.

And I stop worrying that he's being tortured.

That a video will leak of him being beheaded.

Why did I ever let him go?

You had to. You didn't know.

He was a grown man with no job. Sat around drinking.

Stealing money. You were right to make him get a job.

Mum...

It just happened, OK?

- You aren't to blame. No one is. - You are.

Your endless nagging: "He's lazy, broke..."

I'd rather he spent his whole life in his room.

He... he brought happiness.

Now what do I have? You and your whining?

Why do I even listen to you? What do you know?

Like you're a perfect mother!

- Meaning what? - You know what.

Raising the boy like he's a moron.

At least my son won't kill people for money. Like yours.

This is your fault.

He went to war to escape from you.

Heard it from your dad already! Got any thoughts of your own?

Zalina...

Pack it up. No one's coming today.

Head home, people!

Here you go.

Shall I close the door?

Screw it, let him watch.

He's about to shit himself.

Now for the story of the Kopylov family.

Antonina Kopylova, a resident of a small town, wants to find out

what happened to her missing son.

Yet Antonina Petrovna's family claims her son has returned alive and well.

What's the full story? A mother refusing to recognise her own son?

Tonya isn't in her right mind. She buried him.

The funeral was very solemn. But it was a mistake.

It was very hard on her as a mother. But, happily, Zhenka is alive.

You're his sister, yes? Clear this up for us.

Is your brother alive? Has he come home?

Yes.

Do you think your mother has mental issues?

I have a son, too.

You're hurting yourself and us.

Or do you want him to die like Zhenka?

Oh, shit!

They'll kill you next time.

Fix the shelf in the bathroom.

You did a crappy job hanging it, it's unusable.

Not too hot?

Then go on.

He's not such a bad fellow.

- I'll take that. - No need, I can handle it.

The kid is almost fully grown.

He should have his own room...

or else he'll go nuts in your women's nest.

Move out and free up a room for him.

You been there?

Yeah. Not with a private company, though.

What's it like?

Sand, everywhere.

In your eyes, your mouth. Your pockets.

Why did you come back?

Got injured.

- A hero, huh? - I didn't see any heroes there.

Everyone dies just as awfully.

I got shot while doing my business.

What business?

I went to take a piss and got shot.

You didn't see him?

No.

What would you have done?

Oh, I don't know.

I'd have cried.

So cry, then.

Cry over any grave. They're all equally dead.

Be right back.

Try not to get shot again.

The crafty bitch.

Preparations are underway for the arrival of important guests from Moscow.

Renovations are planned for a health spa in the town of Mirniy.

The building was once used as a resort for top-ranking Soviet officials,

due to its highly-prized natural springs.

Rare sulphur springs were discovered in the town in the 1930s.

A resort was built.

OK Egor, out we get. Quick now.

That's it.

Careful of the door.

Wait here.

Zhenya's money was taken.

Who knew about it?

How will I fix it now?

Tonya, who else knew about the money?

- Who's there? - Your son.

Get out of here, boy!

Why did you take Tonya's money?

What's this? Playing the loving son?

Yep, settled in.

Get my gun!

- Where's the money? - I don't have it, fucking fag!

- You're fucked. - I'm aware.

Well, thanks, but...

I could've done it.

Sure, you can do it all yourself.

I'd have managed without you.

The place is guarded.

It's too dangerous.

I can't, OK?

I have to.

I'll do it.

I'll do my rounds.

Fuck.

Hurry, hurry, hurry Get to work!

Here. Take it down, paint over it.

Hurry! We have no damn time!

Here's a roller, go! Paint over it, quick!

For you. And you, and you.

OK, now... What's this?

That's how you paint?!

Do it like this! Paint!

Don't stand around! Get inside and paint!

Speed it up! Faster!

Get them all out.

Leave the building! Now! Get out!

Smile, welcome party! Start the music.

It was an elegant hall, for greeting guests.

- Can we take a water sample? - Of course.

Murat, show the man where to go.

Ignore all the graffiti, it's the homeless, we don't kick them out.

A show of charity, as it were.

So, when can we expect your associates from the President's office?

I'm from the Ministry of Construction, he's Water Resources.

No, this building is not fit to be renovated.

It can live out its days as is.

Sorry, what do you mean, "as is"?

HELP GET MY SON BACK Khrushchev stayed here,

Brezhnev, lots of people, right, sir?

- We're proud of it. - Yes, proud!

- We're proud of it. - This building...

has no value at all, except as...

a monument to your historic past.

I got a sample, but experience tells me there's nothing in it.

I see.

N... nothing?

Wait, but who...

- Who was supposed to come? - Doesn't matter now.

He won't ever be coming.

Wait...

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

That bitch! The scum!

She ruined everything for me with that goddamn graffiti!

I've never accomplished anything.

- Never did anything. - We'll see about that.

I'll do something.

"We're proud of it!"

We're proud of it...

Since no one cares how proud we are...

let's blow it up?

Do what you like.

I don't care.

Have some of Zhenka's things for now.

Yours will dry soon.

- I'll do meatballs... - I'm leaving.

Why?

They won't let this go. They'll come for me.

They won't touch you. They know you've got...

some kind of...

I've got no protection, no cover...

as long as I'm on your side.

So.

I enlisted with a private company.

Unofficially.

For 6 months, for now.

It's the best way to lay low. Plus it's all I'm good at.

- Want to know my real name? - No.

I'll leave you the car. Use it.

I'll burn it.

I'll find out about the grave.

- I'll write. - Get out. We won't be expecting you.

You came here to pressure us, scumbag. But we won, OK?

Got it?

Let go. I have my own son. No one cares about you.

I hope you die there, you hear?

I hope you die like a dog!

Die like a dog.

Let go.

Let me go.

Tonya.

Tonya.

If I die, my body will be brought here.

Antonina Petrovna, your son Evgeniy Valerievich Kopylov

is suspected of crimes per paragraph 30, article 359, "Mercenary Activity".

Charges have also been filed by his father, Valery Kopylov,

accusing him of assault with a deadly weapon.

So, you've opened two cases against my allegedly dead son?

Is that right?

Is this how you solve all your cases?

Antonina Petrovna!

Want to see his death certificate?

We could charge you with aiding and abetting.

Go in.

I have around ten pieces of paper, including one from the Prosecutor,

and all of them say that my son is dead.

And you come here and threaten me.

OCR by WLF @ KG.

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