All language subtitles for -The.Dam.2025

1955

- Freeze! Hands up! - Don't shoot, I'm fine!

- I'm okay. - Boris Vladimirovich,

you should have activated the red protocol.

Your damn protocol did not work!

Stop them.

Follow me, lads.

No one should leave this place. No one.

- Boris Vladimirovich, I'm going with you. - No, soldier,

- you must stop it. - They've killed everyone.

I don't want to die. Please, don't!

- No! - Hang in there.

No!

On February 24, 2022, Russian forces started a full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

The Defense Forces of Ukraine repelled the main assaults

and pushed the enemy back beyond the Dnipro River.

In order to prevent Ukrainian defenders from liberating the occupied territories,

on June 6, 2023, the occupiers blew up the dam

of the Kakhovka Hydroelectric Power Plant,

causing a large-scale ecological and humanitarian catastrophe.

As a result of the explosion,

territories that had been underwater for almost 70 years were exposed.

Hey, Monk, try again.

- Won't start. - Damn.

This junk is fucking me up.

Reminds me of a joke.

If you want to have a daytime fuck, buy a car.

If you want to have a nighttime fuck, get married.

If you want to be fucked 24/7,

join the army, God forgive.

The everlasting joke.

Good day!

Try fixing a ground wire.

- That sounds interesting. - What is that heavenly voice?

Where can I find your company commander?

And why...

Mara, do you need him?

- It's personal. - Personal how?

Maryna?

Maryna Yarovenko?

Don't you recognize me?

Roman Porniichuk, Donetsk School 3.

- I was sitting in the front row. - Ah, the nerd.

You've changed a lot.

Gained some weight.

Bumblebee's got a crush.

Is that a drone buzzing?

- Why so serious, dude? - Sorry, guys are getting wild here.

- So, you need the commander? - Yes.

Can I walk you there?

- Let me help. - I'm fine.

That worked.

Thank you, Mara.

- This way. - Bumblebee!

Here you go.

Did you also move out of Donetsk in 2014?

What have you been doing since then?

Sorry, my bad.

Right, since 2014?

- Wow. - Hey, man.

How's your family?

- Married? Got kids? - That's not my thing.

When did you join the army?

Since the full-scale invasion.

Are you transferring to our company?

No, I'm looking for my brother.

"Wind" is his call sign.

Wait, Wind is your brother.

Right, you have the same surname.

But he didn't tell us about you.

He didn't?

Very much like him.

He didn't tell me which company he joined.

Listen...

- I'm sorry, but I don't think he's-- - He's alive.

I know it. I'll find him, and I'll kick his ass.

You can be sorry then. For his ass.

Got it. Let's go then.

- Permission to enter? - Sir.

Mara.

I don't know what else you expect to hear.

Your brother and two other soldiers advanced

- closer to the former dam-- - Their task?

Surveillance.

They noticed a group of Katsaps from a drone.

This group placed a bomb very precisely,

then detonated it...

and crept into the breach.

Wind decided to find out their primary interest there.

Clear. Coordinates?

The radio connection was lost four days ago.

I know you DIU guys are badass, but...

going back there on your own...

- is a foolish suicide mission. - I'll take my chances.

Commander, can I talk to you for a second?

- I have known her since school. - So?

Even back then, she could just...

I don't know how to put it...

- know things. - What?

You're telling me she's a psychic

- or a Konotop Witch? - I'm serious. If she says Wind is alive,

I believe her. I'm ready to go with her to bring the guys back.

- You really believe in all this shit? - No, but I believe her.

I'll provide the coordinates and a way out.

My guys will accompany you.

We have a volunteer.

- You don't have to. - They are my comrades too.

Besides, I want to help.

- I'll take Monk and Vakula. - Fine.

Get ready. You're going at dawn.

Let's move.

That's a big one.

They've reached this point for sure.

- What's that? - An entrance.

- To where? - Hell, I suppose.

Isn't it too early for us?

It can't get any scarier.

Fuck!

Clear.

Clear, move.

There's an old army cap.

Looks like a Soviet bunker.

Maybe Putler is hiding here, and not Elba.

- You mean Valdai? - Who gives a shit?

Fresh marks here.

Shots were fired there.

That group clearly lost.

Gunshot wounds. These seem to have been dead for a couple of days.

And a surviving group went in.

- No one turned back. - Stay focused. Monk go ahead.

This one was wasted.

So fancy.

Such a nice job.

Fucker.

Go there.

- Clear. Move. - Moving.

- Clear. - Move.

A dead end. Move.

Do you hear a hum?

What is that?

- Generator. - Still working?

USSR-made equipment.

They don't make stuff like that anymore.

What a country we managed to screw up.

- And thank God we did. - Still works though.

Those who started it are still here.

Move.

Clear.

Clear.

Well, I'm sorry.

I hate those assholes. They killed my ancestors in the Holodomor.

Hands behind your head!

- What the fuck? - Looks like a civilian.

Hey, man...

are you okay?

Can you hear me?

Get him off of me!

Motherfucker! He bit me!

- You're fine? - What the fuck was that?

I mean, that was quite weird.

What the fuck is going on? His fucking neck was broken.

You need to shoot the head. Like in zombie movies.

Not sure if it's a zombie.

Zombie?

Are you serious?

This freak bit me.

Maybe he just had a bad metabolism.

Screw you. I've seen movies, I know what happens after a bite.

Let me take a look.

What?

- We'll have to amputate the arm. - What?

- All of it? - Delta, it's Echo 1, check.

Just kidding.

I'll put a bandage on it. You'll live, you cinephile.

Not fucking funny at all.

Delta 1, copy.

- We need to get going. - Go where?

What if there are more like that? We need to get out of here.

- Scotch tape. - Our guys are here.

- They must have been eaten already. - No.

How do you know that?

I didn't ask for your help.

She didn't fucking ask.

- Let's calm down and decide. - There's nothing to decide.

A bunker filled with zombies. That's suicide.

Do you hear knocking?

So what?

It's Morse code.

- I don't know it. - I do.

It's an SOS signal.

Obviously from a human, not a zombie.

Monk, I was bitten, I could become one too.

Vakula, you're fine. All right?

I'll give you rabies shots when we get back.

- Okay? - Okay.

Then let's go.

Score!

Wait for me!

To my right. Control the door.

- Another room. - Got it.

Moving.

- Clear. - Copy.

This one is open.

It's a living area.

Moving.

A lot of people worked here.

Which means a lot of zombies.

We don't know they're zombies.

- Not enough evidence so far. - If not zombies, then what?

Maybe Taisia Povaliy.

Who?

One of your old-school references. I get it.

Vakula...

What was that?

Maryna, come on in, I've already set the table.

Mom?

Lunch is getting cold.

You're alive?

What kind of weird question is that?

Hi, Maryna.

How was your day?

Maryna, is everything all right?

I just...

missed you so much.

Hi, Maryna.

- Hey, kid, you're also here. - Nope, you're the one who's here.

Let's play hide-and-seek. You'll never find me.

I will find him.

I will find you.

I will find you.

No...

What's that? Are you not hungry?

This cannot be right.

This can't be true.

- Maryna, what are you talking about? - That's enough!

You've ruined everything already.

- You want more? - No.

No.

Mom...

Why did Grandma pass on her gift to you...

if you couldn't predict that the shell would land right here?

I have waited for so long to tell you...

that it's your fault.

It's your fault.

Everyone around you is dying. Where is your brother?

This is your fault, Maryna! It's yours! The fault is yours!

That is not true.

My mother loved me. Get out of my head!

Vakula! Monk!

Bumblebee! Stop it!

Fuck!

Get up!

Come on, faster! Monk!

Follow me!

- Hey, Bumblebee. - Put it away.

What did you see?

I don't remember...

It was as if we were sailing across a river on a boat.

The boat capsized,

and I can't swim, and the water started to rise up to here...

Forget it.

Monk.

I saw all of my patients...

that I couldn't save.

What?

Yeah, I saw something, I can't remember.

What the fuck was that?

It was an illusion, a psychic influence.

How so?

I saw some...

- creature. It created these visions. - Visions...

It felt quite real.

What will we do if it returns?

- The same thing. - The same thing?

Sit, talk shit, and stare?

- I'll get you out. - Really?

- How exactly? - Be quiet.

Guys...

- she has a gift. - What?

Look, I have a gift too.

It's fucking magic. See?

I can also pull my genie out and whistle. Wanna see?

Stop panicking, Vakula!

Mara, explain it to us. Explain!

Sometimes I can feel or read some past or future events through touch.

Bad ones mostly.

Guys, are you being serious?

Fine.

Which hand?

Prove it. Which hand do I have the round in?

Vakula, cut this bullshit.

It's easy. Try your intuition. Which one?

Wrong guess.

Vakula, you're a virgin, and you're afraid that your fellow soldiers will find out.

I had no time!

What's wrong with that?

I joined the army when I was 18.

So, did I pass the test?

Tell me...

that car repair advice was also a part of your gift?

That was experience.

Why don't you use your gift regularly?

I don't know how it works myself.

In 2014...

a Russian shell destroyed my house in Donetsk with my parents in it.

I had no premonition of it.

I could only dig out my brother.

But you saved him.

And what about this?

This is a reminder.

It's a curse, not a gift.

Bumblebee?

She really has a gift.

We've never been in such a mess before.

There's always a first time. Even for you and me.

What a great team we have.

Mara with a gift she hates, and the Vakula kid,

who traded his youth for war and death.

And your shitty jokes.

You see, old man,

- we don't have other options. - Who else but us?

Vakula, you'll have leave when we get back.

Commander?

Yeah, agreed.

Now focus.

Fuck! How many do you see?

More than ten.

- And three rooms. - Do you hear that?

That sound is coming from that door.

Going in?

Don't fuck around.

- Save your rounds, aim for the head. - Copy.

Let's work.

Try saying palianytsia.

Take that, you Soviet motherfucker.

I told you to save rounds.

I did. He just didn't get it the first time. Sick bastard.

- Hands up! Who else is in here? - I'm alone in here. Don't shoot.

- Who the hell are you? - Karlov, Vladimir Borisovich.

I'm a scientist from Moscow. My fields are chemistry and biology.

Did you get in here with Russian soldiers?

- Yes. - Where are our soldiers then?

I don't know. Everything happened so fast.

Pardon me, do you have anything to eat?

Thank you so much.

- What's that? - After graduating from university,

I worked in Ternopil for three years under the internship program.

Had to learn to speak the way you lot do.

Learn to fucking speak?

I can continue speaking Russian not to make you nervous.

He thinks he's funny. Keep your hands up!

- I don't have any weapons. - Are you fucking dumb? Hands!

Be careful!

It's insulin. I have diabetes.

These are my scientific notes.

What's wrong?

They conducted experiments on people here.

Listen carefully. You tell us everything.

If I catch you lying, I'll tear your arm off

and shove it up your ass.

- Understood? - Got it.

- This is not yours, is it? - My father's.

My father used to work here. He was a famous Soviet scientist.

This place was called Kakhovka Object.

It was built during the Cold War.

We were trying to synthesize a drug

that could turn a regular human into a super soldier.

You used common people as lab rats?

I wouldn't say people.

Mostly convicts, political prisoners, deranged...

Same as now, right?

- I saw a woman. - Tell us.

There were two areas of research.

The first one was focused on creating a fearless male soldier.

The second one was dedicated to developing, in female test subjects,

psychic powers.

Male subjects were found unsuitable for this area.

After injection, they turned into--

Zombies.

Call them whatever you like. My father told me that on level three,

there's a whole repository for failed specimens.

Let's say we believe you, what's your business here?

I'm a scientist, I wanted to finish my father's work.

To continue conducting experiments on human beings?

- Scumbag! - We'll get to that later. But for now...

- where are our soldiers? - Your people ran to the canteen.

I was also busy saving myself, so I didn't pay attention.

Hands forward!

- Where's the canteen? - Level two.

Take us there.

Do you see this? The generator is not Soviet.

- Made in Germany. - What did you expect? Typical Soviets,

saw it, took it.

- What the fuck? - What the fuck?

Aster.

- What is it? - No time to explain.

Screw that.

Will you fucking die already?

Get in!

- Something you're not telling us? - You weren't asking.

- I am now. - Okay, fine.

All females were divided into several groups,

developing different abilities depending on their blood type.

For convenience, the groups were named

- after flowers. - Yeah, right. Geranium, tulip, peony...

- Fucking florists. - We've faced Aster just now.

She is capable of producing a substance

that activates the regeneration process in soldiers' bodies.

With the help of this substance,

she is also capable of subduing any mind.

- What? - If it vomits on you,

you will turn into a zombie, and that ass-face will control you.

Ugh, fuck.

- What about the others? - There was also Violet.

Capable of exerting a psychic influence,

- causing visions and illusions. - We met her already.

- Go on. - The third one was Ruta.

The most dangerous one.

They could change molecular bonds with the power of their minds.

Unfortunately, no Rutas made it.

We had too few attempts. Ruta required a rare blood type,

same as yours, the Rh-null blood type.

Unlike other female subjects who lost their identity,

Ruta was the only one who retained her human consciousness.

But the stress was so great that brain death occurred within an hour.

But for the last Ruta, one hour was enough to kill everyone here.

It was only later that Aster came and regenerated everyone.

- I can see you're enjoying this. - What exactly?

The very idea of the experiment, the dead, mutilated people.

Child...

this is merely the price we pay for a great cause.

Your generation knows nothing

of a grand idea, a grand mission, a great Motherland!

Are you yourself ready to die right now for the great cause?

I thought so.

Let's go, Great Cocklord.

Turn right.

Fuck, I'm empty.

- You look like a ninja. - When we're empty, we'll become samurai.

That way.

Hey! Anybody alive?

- Wind? - I wouldn't make noise if I were you.

I would shut the fuck up if I were you.

- Mara! - Do you have any grenades?

Of course.

Blow the door up.

No, subjects from the entire complex will rush in.

- You do not realize what you are doing. - Will you shut up yet?

What if he's right?

He's in there, perhaps wounded.

Blow it up.

Not enough.

Give me two.

Wind, are you here?

I know you're here.

Come out. It's me, Maryna.

- Fuck you! - Wait!

Don't shoot.

It's over.

It's me...

Maryna.

I told you to fuck off!

Get the fuck off of me, bitch!

What did you call me?

Okay, let go, I know it's you now, Maryna!

- Hi, little bro. - I thought you were an illusion.

- There's some freak walking around-- - Violet?

What violet?

- Is this for real? - Yep.

- Let him go, quickly! - Hold your fire! Friendly!

Bumblebee?

Will you get off me?

Guys, have you come for us?

Maryna has. And we're with her.

- I had no doubt you would come. - Hi, guys.

Glad to see your mugs.

This is Maryna, my sister.

Maryna?

He didn't mention you...

You've broken the door, that's fucked up.

Let's block it to stop these freaks from coming in.

Sit there.

The fuckers that came with this shit stain

were a piece of cake.

But they attracted lots of dead-bags.

We ran out of rounds and barricaded ourselves in.

Then that one arrived...

- Violet? - Right.

I've never tripped like that.

Sheva nearly killed himself.

Wind dragged us here. It seems she can't reach here.

Then he took his knife out...

Has anyone been bitten by a zombie?

- How's that? - With its teeth.

No, I have a bullet wound.

- Why me? - Because you're young and handsome.

Handsome isn't the word for him.

Perhaps a sucker then.

Hey, professor.

- What? - I was bitten by a zombie.

Will I turn into one?

Vakula, do you want me to help?

Give me your hand.

Go fuck yourself.

Not funny.

Still holding on to Grandma's hairpin?

I knew you'd come.

More dead-bags.

It could really come down to close combat.

This is a military facility.

There should be ammo here. Karlov?

The armory is on the third level.

The staircase is there.

So, we'll have to go

- through them. - Or...

through a garbage chute, which I saw there.

It seems to lead to a lower level.

Show us.

Follow me.

Not that high.

That's a container beneath.

We can try.

- No sense to go all together. - Then just two of us.

Me and Bumblebee then.

Karlov, you'll show us the way.

Like I've got nothing better to do than dumpster-diving.

- The best time to start. - Maryna, this was my idea.

- So, it's up to me to go there. - You?

Bumblebee, get ready.

- Commander? - Take my backpack off.

- Bumblebee will get stuck in there. - What the fuck, kid?

- "Wind." We're not little kids anymore. - Yet you bolted like a damn little brat.

And you shit your pants again. I've had enough.

- We'll talk later. - And you don't know why I ditched you?

- Sheva, Boom. - Yeah?

Get ready.

- What the fuck? - Easy, guys.

We'll talk when you calm down.

- This is too much. - Sheva, relax.

Don't get involved, this is a family matter.

Got it?

- Monk, look after him. - Got it.

- Let's go. - Monk, you're in charge.

- The rest, don't try to flex. - Got it.

Move it, old timer!

I did not expect that.

A normal dysfunctional family.

Right?

Good evening.

Clear! Send Karlov!

- Come on, faster! - You'd better untie me.

Want me to give you a gun too?

What a mess.

Your father made this mess.

I almost got stuck.

A good woman keeps her house clean.

- Is this a crematorium? - They burned trash and failed specimens.

- You mean people? - Formally, they were no longer...

human beings.

Maryna.

How many were killed here?

"A grand mission," you said?

If we had succeeded back then,

the USSR would never have collapsed.

Russia and Ukraine would always have stayed together.

Come on. Piss out another line.

Let him go.

Wind.

Wind?

Let me help you.

- Vakula, what the hell? - See, I helped.

Wind, can you hear me? Respond.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Your sister put you to sleep.

Fuck her.

Is she always like that?

Oh, man. After our parents died, she decided

that she had to mother me.

- See? - I do. I see her point, and I see yours.

And she's always--

- Let's barricade it more. - Agreed.

Let's go.

Quiet!

They've gone silent.

That I don't like.

Bring rounds and grenades from the kitchen.

- Vakula, are you all right? - Fine.

Get to work!

Got you.

Monk!

Monk!

Fuck, you stink!

Vakula, I can't beat her alone.

Vakula, I need a magazine with rounds.

Vakula, grenade!

Show us your deep inner world, bitch!

Monk!

Monk, I'm sorry, man!

- Monk, what should I do? - Vakula!

Don't you die on me!

- Monk! - Vakula, help us here, or we'll all die!

Fuckers!

- Sheva, cover. - Got it.

- Clear. - Clear.

It should be here.

- You said there were lots of them. - Throw a grenade,

- and you'll have a May Day parade. - Shut your trap already.

Leave it to me.

Bull's-eye!

Help me, please!

- Help me! - Why?

You'll die without me here.

Clear.

Nicely done?

I obtained knife skills in a boot camp. Everyone said I wouldn't need it.

- And yet here you go. - Learned to show off there too?

Good time to show off

in front of a girl.

- Shut your trap! - Shut your trap!

We're in the armory.

Let's go.

- Do you know the code? - Of course not.

Why do we fucking need you then?

Any codes in his father's notes?

Work those brain cells, professor.

- How are we? - Fucked.

- Where's Boom? - Killed.

Fuck.

- What's up with Monk? - That barrel of shit killed him.

And where is he?

Where's Monk?

Monk, what the fuck?

Wake up, old man!

Please, don't!

Monk, I know you're in there.

Fight it!

I can't.

It controls me.

You said it won't get any scarier.

Live, kid.

So what now?

We'll wait for Bumblebee and Wind's sister to get back.

They'll return the same way, and there's a lot of dead-bags there now.

That would be a bad surprise.

- We need to warn them. - We have half a magazine.

- Boom stick. - Knife.

We need to leave through the vents. Flashlight!

I'll go first and check. I'll signal. Got it?

- Got it. - Got it.

Mara.

Mara!

We've opened it.

No rounds here.

Only this thing,

"facility elimination system."

Did I forget to ask again?

Of course, it has a self-destruction system.

Every room is filled with gas and set on fire.

The soldiers probably failed to activate it in time.

Fucking Soviets,

couldn't even self-destruct properly.

Then this dam was built

- and you wouldn't have found it-- - If you hadn't blown it up!

Ruins and lies, that's your legacy. Past or present.

My God, like toddlers, honestly.

The weapons kit may be in the main laboratory.

So, are we heading there?

Fuck that...

Rest in peace, Mickey Mouse.

Wind! Wind, are you okay?

We need to climb.

Seems so.

- Take my hand. - Fuck! Get in there.

Move faster.

- Maryna, come eat with us. - Take a seat, sweetie.

Maryna?

Violet...

You won't pull that off.

Get out of my head.

Kill me!

Kill me.

My head...

Did you know that they took girls right off the streets?

Did they pick those with the right blood type?

So what? What does that change?

Bumblebee...

Roman.

Bumblebee!

Why isn't he waking up?

My father described several cases

when people remained in this condition for life.

Don't even think...

of blaming yourself...

neither for my death...

nor for anyone else's.

Just know...

that you did everything you could...

and that you're...

the best I've ever known.

You...

know who you are.

- Don't talk.

What was that?

Violet.

Violet?

Thank you.

We need to go.

Where's Karlov?

- He bailed. - Old Soviet cultist.

- He fucking stole my AK. - And my bag.

Now finding him is a matter of honor.

Then let's do it.

Shit.

Don't shoot. It's Wind, we're friendly.

- Fuck, kid. Why are you here? - Maryna, listen--

Where were you supposed to stay?

We can't return the same way. It's filled with dead-bags.

You should have waited for us there.

We did. Until they broke the barricade. They killed Monk and Boom.

What?

Did you find ammo?

The armory is empty.

Maryna, I get it,

- but you can't win on your own. - I'm sorry.

I'm just worried about you.

We need to find Karlov.

How did you lose Karlov?

That's not a heroic story to boast about.

Let's find this scumbag.

- Clear. - Follow.

Vakula, blast it.

Professor, come out.

We won't hurt you.

Why is that?

Or we will.

Karlov, surrender and don't fuck with us.

Russians don't surrender!

They do, once you fuck them up hard enough.

And there you have it.

Insulin, you said?

Katsaps lie every damn time they open their mouths.

I'm just gonna pour this crap out.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Using my father's notes, I was able to improve the formula.

All I needed was the original drug to successfully finish the experiment.

Improved? So what?

- The new formula cures cancer, or what? - Not only.

The new formula upgrades the human body

without killing the conscience as before.

So these zombies were supposed to become intelligent?

You know, I've changed my mind,

our scientists would love to research it.

I won't allow it, the drug belongs to me.

Relax, Karlov. You'll get a life sentence, so what?

- But it's better than dying here. - Shut your mouth!

Oh, how I hate you, you fucking Nazis,

along with your "collective West."

An unbreakable union

of free republics...

Looks like the mad professor's finished. Bring on the next.

He's one of the "good Russians" now.

Pity, he had stories to tell.

There's nothing here.

- The old fucker lied. - He just needed the drug here.

We need to make some spears for close combat.

Brilliant idea.

What the fuck?

Pretty boy.

The Great Rus' has sealed forever...

It works.

I feel everything,

all the test subjects in this facility.

And I can control them.

Finish him.

Did we kill him this time?

I called them.

I won't let you get out.

Get out fast!

Motherfucker!

Ready?

Follow me.

- I don't see the way out. - There isn't one.

Prepare to become one of us.

We're still brothers.

Fucking rodent relative!

- Vakula, prepare the shotgun. - Got it.

You will remain here!

The door won't last long.

Let's buy some time.

I'll take this.

Suppressing fire on both flanks.

Monk would be proud.

Forgive me, too.

I'm sorry you had to carry us...

Stop the drama. Wind, help me here.

I've caught you.

Now the game has changed.

Wind!

Go to hell!

Run!

Die, fucker!

Die!

I'll tell you what's gonna happen next.

There will be no Ukraine,

no Europe, no America,

just a union of world countries

ruled by the Great Russia.

I won't live to witness this.

Stop the drama. Wind, help me here.

Ruta required a rare blood type,

same as yours, the Rh-null blood type.

Mara, what are you doing?

I've caught you.

Now the game has changed.

Wind!

Go to hell!

Let him go, you beast.

I said, let him go!

Ruta?

You're an idiot!

You're already dead.

I have an hour, that'll be enough.

You'll all burn in hell with all your grand missions.

Back in the USSR, fucker.

Bumblebee, are you okay?

Got it. Sheva?

- What was that? - No time to explain.

I'm okay, I'm fine.

I cannot feel my left leg.

Nothing but trifles.

- How are you feeling, warrior? - Okey-dokey.

How's Maryna?

I'll check on her. Just don't move.

How are you feeling?

Do those notes tell us how to save you?

It doesn't matter anymore.

You wanted to know how my gift works.

Me too.

When you embraced him, you saw everything, right?

You saw us die, right?

But...

there should have been some other way out.

I didn't like the other one.

- Roma? - Yeah?

- When I touched you there, I-- - Forgive me--

No, listen...

I couldn't believe that someone...

- could accept me the way I am-- - Maryna...

You'll live.

I promise that.

We need to go.

We don't have much time.

Follow me.

Fast!

Pump the gas.

That was a hell of a bang!

Get closer.

The doctors say she is brain-dead.

What shall we do?

I don't know.

We need time to think about it.

You should have died.

But I have other plans for you.