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Lord Jesus Christ, Son of god!

Brothers and sisters,

Let's pray together...

... to our Lord...

... for peace for the souls of the dead.

This is an order.

Do it, please.

- l can not. - Please.

l'm sorry.

THE CHEKlST

Olga Leveckaja Savitskaya, gave shelter to officers in her house.

- Motions? - A firing squad, without hesitation.

Firing squad.

Serafima Jurevna Varlamov, aristocrat, without occupation,

anti-soviet activities.

What has he done?

He shouted in a store against the Cheka.

- Okay, firing squad. - Firing squad.

Nikolaj Zherdin Stepanovic, merchant,

resisted confiscation.

Firing squad.

Jurij Zherdin Nikolaevic, employee,

the same charge as his father.

Motions?

- Firing squad. - Firing squad.

Antanus Maculjavicias Janic,

quartermaster in the army of Dutov.

- Motions? - Guilty.

llja Varennikov Leonidovic,

Archivist of the Duma citizen...

... repository of documents.

- Motions? - Firing squad.

Guilty.

Sajas Savlaev Vruzovic,

Officer of the ''Savage Division'',

banditry in the rear Red Army.

- Motions?

- For me? Firing squad. - Firing squad.

Fedor Rhona-Rhonau Grigorievic, cuirassiers regiment captain.

- Motions? - Execution.

Next, Nikolai Kulikov Paulovic, Third Cavalry Division cornet.

Ready.

Get them, l' m coming.

Vote the list for the rest?

- Respect revolutionary law. - Motions?

A firing squad.

So ...

Petr Filippov Aleksandrovic, government advisor,

counter-revolutionary journalist.

Clear enough. The next.

Sergej Kuprjanov Jakovlevic, student voluntarily,

Nikolayev group member.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Surkova Natalja Nikolaevna, aristocrat, sheltered wounded officers.

- Motions? - Guilty.

A firing squad.

Let's round it off. Come on.

Come on.

- We are finished. - l'll come immediately.

... god to forgive their children.

Kiss the cross of Jesu christi.

Zagorskaja, initials?

Gurov, initials?

Sofev, initials?

Filippov?

Exit.

Obraztsova?

Vesnevskji, initials?

- G. l. - Get out.

-Chmelnickij. -E. N.

Ceburkina?

Move.

Petrova, initials?

-l. A. -Karceva.

Tokarev?

Take a look.

Belinskij?

- B. V. - Get out.

- Temerjazeva? -M. K.

lncomplete.

The next five.

Where to?

- To greener pastures. - Why in the basement?

Get moving.

l have valuable information...

... on the hidden gold on the outskirts of town.

- Shut up. - Against the Wall!

l'll take one.

Follow me.

Go!

Enough!

Go to hell!

Let's begin.

The clothes over there.

l'm religious, l can not undress in front of women.

l said strip to the skin.

- Come on, undress. - Leave him ...

Undress, everybody.

Drink, drink.

Are you scared, pope?

Come on!

- The glasses. - What?

Give them to me.

- So l see nothing. - They 'll guide you.

Against the doors!

Come on, do not do that!

Please, shoot me in the face.

Do not cry.

We respect the traditions.

We will not hurt you.

Face the doors!

So these are the doors to another world: Without hinges.

Priests get buried with their robes on.

Let's change places, Efim, l cannot shoot a priest.

Lord Jesus Christ, my God, l give my soul to you.

May God forgive you ... and forgive me.

The clothes here, come on.

Need Help?

Against the doors!

- Forgive me, my friend. - Come, come.

Face the doors!

Sailor,

let me finish your cigarette.

Up!

Efim, why do you need these?

- What? - The crosses.

For the boys, something to play with.

Clean job!

Clean job!

''Executioner's apprentice school of the Revolutionary Socialist Party. ''

The gasoline only lasts for two trips.

Then stuff them in tight.

No,

Revolution is not an idea,

its a living organism

a huge pregnant woman.

Not the one Marx made up and clothed in a white gown.

There is a myth...

... about a proliferous woman,

dressed in a lousy canvas shirt.

Through her body swarm parasites. We gotta squash them all!

Especially in this country,

where for centuries the respect for the individual is undermined.

We, more than anyone,

need an iron law-and-order: Otherwise...

... our end would be inevitable.

But the most frightening thing...

...will be general mutiny.

Therefore, our emerging Revolution will only succeed,

if we force the storm...

... into the bounds of constructive order. Understand?

That's where Marx' white gown comes in.

Hear them tick!

Citizen Superior, Comrade Chekist, give me a cigarette.

33 buckets of shit and piss...

... wrapped in skin, the hoard...

... is provincial Cheka Chief; his ass's a kissing board.

Communist greetings, comrade Srubov.

l told you, gentle President of the local Cheka,

you'll find in me a most useful collaborator.

Take a look.

l understand.

May l?

He is my wife's brother. He's called Klemenko.

- Klemenko?

Captain Klemenko, head of Army counter-intelligence.

The address is on the back.

You see, l don't spare even those of my blood.

Give me 200 rubles, dear comrade Srubov.

Why?

To cover expenses for the acquisition of the photo.

Don't you feel sorry?

And you?

Aren't you frightened of what you do, Comrade Srubov?

No.

l, however, feel horror and pity.

Arms entrusted to you by the party...

... must be used properly.

We do not have to go into detail.

All you need to pronounce a sentence is to know ...

what class the accused belongs to, his education, his job.

This determines his attitude towards soviet authority.

We do not destroy single people, but the bourgeois class...

... which puts up ever new enemies of the Revolution.

We could remove these snakes one by one,

but the Revolution is still in danger...

... and we must squash without pity this bourgeois haunt!

So, Srubov:

There is no place for liberalism.

- You released detained officers. - l know nothing.

Only one of those arrested has been released. Please.

l'll explain.

A sympathiser? That's good.

lt's his duty to help us, but he can not be trusted.

lf a man speaks much, he lies even more.

We must check it all. And check scrupulously.

What is this?

- May l? - Of course.

Yes?

No, l have a lot of work. l'll be late.

Ridiculous.

Yes, a dumb female.

l'll take this.

l found vodka in the third company.

Pepel, have you thought on terror?

Have you ever felt sorry for the executions?

l am a soldier and you are an intellectual.

For me there's hatred; for you: philosophy.

Tamara Lunen Jurevna, middle class,

openly spoke against soviet authority.

Guilty.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Evgenij Kovalov Petrovic,

public office at the gold concessions.

- Motions? - Firing squad.

lgnat Usljabin Karlovic, Colonist,

abetted the white movement.

- Motions. - A firing squad.

Firing squad.

Varlam Kirilnikov lvanovik, priest,

participated in a conspiracy.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Viktorov lvan lvanovic, aristocrat,

his children are soldiers under Kutepov.

- No doubt. - Agreed, firing squad.

Firing squad.

Tichon Polujan Jurevic, merchant,

participated in peasant riots.

- Motions? - Dispatch him.

Silence!

Next batch!

Take them away.

Stand up!

- Aim better! - Shut up.

Splash some water here.

Enough.

Face the door!

Closer!

Give that back!

Let me see.

Pig!

Hell holds open house.

No need to wear a cross to get in!

You tell us when you get there!

Comrade Srubov, it's a mistake!

- l doubt it. - You are stained with blood.

There.

Come on!

Pepel speaking.

How is Vladimir llic Lenin?

Thank you.

Yes, the Revolution is a fierce starveling.

lt's hungry for blood.

Sucks the blood out of the best men.

But it is essential to satisfy its thirst with blood.

To shock and renew this world...

... it's required to suffer anguish, filth and misery.

The new isn't born without torture and blood.

Parade arms!

Down!

Parade arms!

Down!

Well, how's Katz?

Nothing. Just telling jokes.

What kind of jokes?

Dirty.

For example?

Lenin and Trotski want to attack the Winter Palace.

Trotski to Lenin: ''Won't we be late to lnessa's?''

Not true.

lt's a joke!

Lenin never did such things.

To suppress chaos a strong, even cruel authority is needed.

That's our basement.

ln France it's the guillotine.

The inmate is like an actor in a theater.

Every stupidity from his lips

is memorized in people's presence.

However, the executions in the basement, in secret,

wihout announcing a trial, without a trace,

morally destroy the individual.

After his death nothing remains.

Neither the body nor the grave or details of his disappearance.

What a conveniently ample back of the head you have!

What?

Are you ill?

l understand.

The old family friend, right?

Good evening.

Why do you look at me like that?

Don't give me that look.

How do you feel, Andrej Pavlovic?

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Very good.

Do you think l am off my rocker?

Did mom tell you or Valentina ?

You are a specialist in female diseases, citizen Popov.

My Mommy thinks l've gone raving mad.

Don't you think it is the world which has gone mad?

l instead l'm perfectly fine.

l understand.

Andrej Pavlovic, l'm here as an old friend of your father.

Then, as a family friend you should not look at me like that!

Excuse me.

Sleep...

You're tired.

Comrade Srubov, we stopped Colonel Chelkashin.

He was shooting, the swine!

Come on, get her down!

Boje, help.

Don't take him away, he's my only child!

l will clarify everything. Hurry.

lf he is innocent, he is released.

Stop!

Stop l said!

Stop!

That's right! Cut them down at the root!

At ease, you must take a break.

Andrej Pavlovic l have not done anything!

Help me!

Somebody alert comrade Srubov!

Somebody call him!

Comrade Srubov!

- Questions? - lt's all clear.

Galina lvanovna Georgevna,

Wife of the head of the junior commanders' courses.

The wall.

lvan Voscennikov Viktorovic, aristocrat,

kept arms of the organization.

- Questions? - l propose the death penalty.

Vera Scelest losifvna, counter-revolutionary,

resisted arrest.

A firing squad.

l second.

Olev Kulikovslij lvanovic, cavalry captain,

- Olga Alexandrovna's husband? - Who knows?

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Guscin Konstantin Petrovic, which for me is not guilty.

The Cheka is a weapon for mass repression, not a civil court.

His social position leaves no doubt.

- Proposal? - Firing squad.

loanna lvanovna.

Hurry up, please.

''Cheka DEATH!''

My son was arrested by mistake.

Andrej Loscin, Official Student.

He's a junker, but he got in their school by mistake.

There simply was no other place to study.

They arrested the small Andrej at the lnstitute in September.

- Who are you? - We' re here for my son.

- How did you get in? - This is my daughter. Do not forget:

Andrej Loscin.

l'll wait outside.

- Andrej Loscin, 18. - Get out!

Name, patronymic and last name?

Gukkovskij, Anatolij Lonidovic.

Name, patronymic and surname.

Gukkovskij, Anatolij Lonidovic.

Name, patronymic and surname.

Lonidovic Anatolij Gukkovskij

- Last name, first name and patronymic?

Gukkovskij, Anatolij Lonidovic.

So Gukkovskij, Anatolij Lonidovic, 29 years.

Graduated from the Pavlovsky Junkers School.

He has served in the Fourteenth Regiment.

ln the campaign of 1919 took part in mass shootings.

led the punishing expedition of the Fourth Platoon,

under Captain lzvekov's command.

ls everything all right?

The next.

You fought under Okhlabino?

l took part.

Was your battery next to the forest?

Yes.

- Fought with the Whites? - From the beginning.

- Volunteer? - Volunteer.

Look at the scratch you gave me.

- Too bad! - What?

l thought it was only a scratch.

You may go.

You may go. You are not on the list.

lt was open combat.

The next.

l beg you, l've already paid with my blood.

l went over to the reds with my whole platoon.

Take him away. The next.

Well, the Revolution is no philosophy.

Next.

What do you think l could feel for your authority?

The very name is ridiculous.

''Dictatorship of the proletariat.''

To you, the individual is a threat.

You've substituted the concept ''we'' for the human being.

You're making up a state that is a barrack,

where some sort of ''we'' will subsist, while...

... for the ''l'' ...

...there's nothing,

but to fall in your hands.

Comrade Srubov!

Sit down.

- Sit! - Arrested.

- Get in the pants. - What?

Get in the pants!

Why not rape her, if she'll be shot anyway?

So you think you can do all you want? Shoot and rape?

Well, you can not!

lf you could, revolution or terrorism would become license.

Revolution means organized action,

planned and calculated.

Shoot him.

First shoot him and then her.

Shoot him first, so she'll know for sure.

The next.

The Revolution is no philosophy.

Right, Jan Karlovic?

That's right.

The servant of God, Dionisij,

crowned to Margarita...

... in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

The servant of God, Margarita,

crowned to Dionisij,

in the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

l join you in marriage

in honor and glory. God, our Lord.

l join you in marriage

in honor and glory. God, our Lord.

Forgive me, Lord Jesus Christ!

Crap.

Surname, name and patronymic.

Karl

Genrichovic

Marx.

Are you kidding, Zigelman citizen?

l do not understand what you want from me.

How did l undermine your authority?

All l had l' ve given.

lt was expropriated.

l gave it all without resistance.

Where is the crime?

Your father worked in my shop,

while you studied.

My father broke his back slaving for you!

Your father stole 500 rubles from me.

He could have gone to prison.

And the community...

... paid your tuition.

All you ever did was suck the people's blood like a leech.

The populace never came to my shop.

Just once...

... and then l've lost it.

Jew!

Yes, you!

- Me? - You are a Jew!

l am just like you!

Look in the mirror! Why do you treat us like that?

We fed and educated you, when what you deserved was a beating.

lf you got one, you might have grown up a better person.

Leave me alone, you're hurting me!

Everything all right, Comrade Srubov.

Full name and patronymic.

l said name, surname and patronymic.

He said: ''To shoot such a beautiful woman!''

- Yes? - Stop it.

- Pardon? - Turn off the music, please.

was already ln Dostoevsky.;

ls part of an unllmlted freedom and comes to despotlsm.

Srubov,

you are an ogre and a murderer.

- An ogre and a murderer, do you know? - Calm down.

Ogre and murderer!

Srubov, will you give me a moment?

Olga Trubeckaja llarionovna, aristocrat,

nurse in the army of General Miller.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Evgenij Sachonovskij Nikolaevic, marine officer,

has resisted arrest.

- Motions? - Firing squad.

Andreevna Valentina Naumenko,

wife of military specialist Wasserbaum.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Vitold Olchovskij Karlovic, lawyer,

investigated the execution of the royal family.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Who's talking?

- Vera Pavlovna, his wife. - Motions?

- l'll be late. - A firing squad.

- Jan-Pepel Karlovic, Chekist. - Motions?

Firing Squad.

Aha, l've got you!

One, two, three, four, five.

Naked!

l have important information.

- Undress fast!

Brides of Christ.

Fast.

Glasses.

Move!

To the gates! Quick, quick!

Go!

Pull!

lt's here.

Go!

May l go with my daughter?

Of course, we are no ogres.

Russia had only seven police offices.

Now, thousands.

A Million.

ls this the policy of the State

when in the name of freedom

order prevails.

Enough talk, gentlemen. For you it's over now.

Against the doors, quick!

- Face the doors! - Quick!

You're right. lt's all very sad.

Face the doors!

Go!

Well,

my dear and kind Cheka officer Andrej Pavlovic:

Couldn't you give me enough time to spend your 30 dinars?

Long live Soviet authority!

ls that correct, Comrade Srubov?

Go!

Lie down!

Strip to the skin.

Quick.

And you, do you need...

... a special invitation?

l've always let the lackeys help me undress.

Bastard!

Bastard!

Face the doors, quickly!

Come on, to the gates!

Face the doors!

Come, come, quick.

lf we bred the blue-eyed one...

... with the one you shot.

- lmagine what a lovely couple. - Face the gates!

Comrades!

Comrades...

l have wanted so much to live ...

l want to live so much, comrades, please!

l want to live.

Yes, fellas.

Comrades, l want to live, please!

- Savages! - To the Wall!

Back to the doors!

Fire!

Go!

- To the gates, soon! - Hurry!

l left a kitty at home.

Who is going to feed it?

We'll take care...

You promise?

- Will they get fed? - Yes, yes.

May God judge you.

- To the gates! - Call Comrade Srubov!

Call Comrade Srubov!

Boje, how many times do l have to say it?

lf you want less blood to spill on the floor: Aim higher...

He was only showing!

Must have lost his nerve.

- Fast! - Bastards! Worms!

- Damn worms! - Come on!

You can never kill us all!

Quick!

Face the wall!

You can not justify all this blood!

You'll die in anguish!

Closer to the gates!

Face the wall!

Closer to the gates. l said closer!

We have to change the doors.

- What? - We need new doors.

- What doors? - These. Worn.

They are like a lot of sieves.

Aim better, please.

Do not get smart.

Go!

Lord!

Face the wall!

Go!

Oh, god, save and keep your servants'soul

You think she went straight to heaven?

My daughter.

Small.

Dear.

Put your clothes here!

Hello!

To the gates!

Andrej Paulovic, a question:

- l have ... - The glasses.

Did you get me on account...

... of your wife Valentina?

What?

Was it for her? Because she confessed to me...

... that after having been married to you she was still a virgin?

That's because you are ill.

You are ill.

lll.

Go to the doors.

Quick, quick, go!

- Hands off! - Can't l take a look?

An acquaintance of mine, one of the new staff, used to say:

''A Chekist that shot 50 People...

... deserves to be shot in the 51st place.''

What do you think?

lt's obvious that you and l, we are special,

born for no more than to destroy parasites.

Nonsense!

l fail to understand why, but this is nonsense.

They are afraid to obliterate the difference...

... between a theorist's work and the executioner's.

The Revolution won't be clothed...

... in their theoretical wraps.

They wear the Revolution with these filthy robes,

but the Revolution is ragged and dirty.

Her soiled and sparse wraps demands the blood it needs!

Drink, Andrej. You're tired.

l can not get tired!

l have no right to be worn out!

Parade arms!

Down!

Parade arms!

Down!

Srubov!

She wanted to kill you ... with this!

You beast!

With this you couldn't kill a fly.

Murderer.

Where did she go to?

Why did you bring him to our house?

Valentina did not say where she went to?

Why did you bring Katz to our house?

Better fix us some coffee.

Thank you.

Why did he have to come here?

Mom, l told you to be quiet.

lsaac Katz shot your father and you sit at the same table with him.

Make more coffee, please.

Andrej,

l'm trying to understand.

l feel uncomfortable.

Once a naive Chekist asked Kolchak at an interrogation:

''How many have you shot and why? ''

Kolciak replied:

''We' re all adults: Let's talk about serious things.''

Understood?

Thank you.

Mom, why serve meat?

As l haven't told you!

Comrade Srubov!

lt was pure foolishness on their part, l tell you.

We took them and never fired a shot!

Only two of mine have a scratch.

They couldn't resist...

... roughing it up a little.

Roughing it up? They shot the commissar!

- That's mutiny. - Motions?

Mutiny.

No more questions.

What mutiny? They are simple folk.

The commissar's an s.o.b.

- We got your point. - lt was high time he...

Well?

l propose the squad.

How about every third?

That couldn't elude the headquarters' attention

Comrade Srubov!

Wait, comrade Srubov!

We should better analyze the facts.

lt was sheer stupidity!

Comrade Srubov. Try to understand!

l do not know ... maybe they were drunk.

There is no point in shedding so much blood!

The Revolution has taught our people to die with dignity.

Comrades!

The Revolution is not the food program,

or the executions or the Cheka.

The Revolution is the fraternity among workers.

The Revolution is life itself.

You are free, comrades.

The Revolution forgives you.

You are all free to go!

Jan Karlovic, the Revolution has nothing to do with philosophy!

Vladin Velgab Valentinovic,

head of a special train under Kolciak.

- Motions? - Guilty.

lna Rudolfovna Schlecht,

mother of a punishment Detachment head.

- Motions? - A firing squad!

Pavel Juchtin Genadjevic,

distributed leaflets and belonged to the Economics Club.

- Motions? - Firing squad.

Konstantin Svescnilov Kirillovic, has spoken out against...

... the authorities. Treasurer in a monastery.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Svistunov Michail lvanovic, metal worker,

called to strike and ripped the flag from the factory.

- Motions? - A firing squad.

Take him away.

Why soil your pants,

your lordship?

Never mind,

you'll launder them.

l will have you lick it all up, you brute!

Don't loose your temper.

Quick, to the doors!

To the doors!

Move, move, to the doors!

Mummy!

Face the doors!

You gangling tower, get on your knees.

lt's hard to aim so high.

That's it.

Long live the revolution!

You should have said that before!

Go!

Oh, Lord!

Against the wall!

Boje!

Come quick!

Here!

Mudynja, a knife!

Hurry up, quit fumbling!

Do not scream!

Stupid!

What did you do, stupid?

Let me go!

Leave me!

Go!

Professor, move!

Go to the doors!

All face the doors!

Attaching more doors!

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,

When you gaze at me, a sinner,

deliver me from evil...

... and teach me repentance.

Srubov! Comrade Srubov!

Leave me!

All against the wall!

Shot! l've been shot!

Full name and patronymic.

Lemon.

Squeezed Lemon.

Srubov, Andrej Paulovic.

Age.

33.

What a curious atrophic maculation!

- Profession. - Chekist.

Head of the local Cheka.

To the right.

To the left.

The clothes here.

To the doors.

Engl. Subs translated by villaronga from span. Subs by David (2010)