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Your Honor!

Obviously, crimes committed by Stebunov were dangerous to the society.

Every human life is priceless. Especially the life of a child.

Sveta Bolmutova cannot be resurrected, her mother's grief cannot be lessened.

Does such a person, who killed a child, have the right to be called a human being?

What kind of punishment can be considered fair

in the eyes of the state, society, or any citizen?

Stebunov's behavior in the court session indicates that

he did not regret what he had done.

He didn't understand the gravity of it and the full extent of his moral failure.

Operator.

- The elevator is stuck. - Got it.

- Wait, please. - What do you mean, wait?

How long do I have to wait?

I can't tell you. We're sending a brigade.

What do you think you're doing? Do you know who you're talking to?

Wait, please.

I WILL BE WORKING LATE. WAIT FOR ME PLEASE.

Please don't ever call me again. You're not my mother.

Please don't ever call me again. You're not my mother.

That's right. You're dead.

I'm sorry.

PASSENGERS START ORIGINAL SERIES

LYUDMILA

You know what, I have nothing to confess.

I live responsibly.

- I live properly. - Used to live.

I used to live!

Look, by what right are you doing this anyway, huh?

Do you have anybody, I don't know, in charge?

Do you have a superior? Who am I supposed to talk to?

What is this music?

What is that?

You're not a boy.

What kind of music is that? Mia Boyka or Klava Coca.

How do you even know these names?

Because I'm interested in my son's tastes.

Unlike many other parents.

What he listens to, what he reads.

- And who does he... - Who does he call?

That, too.

They are crazy with these personal boundaries!

We've got a lot of scornful people with air in their brains!

Well, your son is a well-behaved one. With a mother like that.

You can't keep track 24/7 either, you know.

There's constant influence from everywhere.

Those friends.

Those crazy girls.

If you like, that's what's left undone.

ADD DESTINATION

I assume we don't take the father into account?

He has a father, doesn't he?

I wish he didn't.

If we hadn't divorced, he'd have ruined my son for good.

What do you mean? Did he hit him?

Unfortunately, no.

I think it's a good idea to give him a slap or two once in a while.

What about you?

Watch the road, please!

I am against domestic violence!

But I will not tolerate any liberties either!

I raised my son to be a responsible person! Is that clear?

I got it. It's a high-security love.

How else could it be?

A generation has grown up, they don't know how to do anything! Look at them!

They don't think about tomorrow at all.

What's this, huh? What's this?

Lanterns. Kids over there are launching them.

What are they doing? It's dangerous!

They're young, they have a different tune. They don't listen to anyone.

My son doesn't listen to me at all.

How many times I told him...

He should go to the Moscow State University, law school.

You'll get in, they'll help you, they'll support you. But no!

He chose some fancy college.

One day they're vegans, another...

God forbid, child-free...

One of my friends

has this great daughter, she's a perfect bride for him.

No, he won't have her.

He's got himself involved with God knows who.

I was dreaming of grandchildren.

But it's beautiful, isn't it?

- What? - The lanterns were beautiful, right?

The government decree of 2014.

Look, every law has its own precedent!

If there's a law, it means someone has already been hurt.

Do you understand? Laws are written with blood!

I'm not arguing. But it's beautiful, don't you think?

Beautiful...

That beauty of yours

has never saved the world.

It hasn't saved anyone at all, most importantly, it won't save anyone.

It always seemed to me that everything is simple:

You can punish for bad things.

And you can always praise for good things.

I'm not here to praise someone.

To hug and hand out candy!

I can give jail time, or a probation with a fine!

That's it, there's no other purpose in the law!

I'm not talking about the law. I'm talking about you.

As a mother.

ADD DESTINATION

What makes you think they need to be controlled all the time?

What makes you think

they don't need even the slightest bit of freedom?

What do you want? You want me to sit back?

And watch my son come running to me in ten years with his life broken.

And, by the way, I don't know if he will be able to fix it or not.

How hard is your life! You work so hard for him, and all he does is screw it up.

Exactly! You know what the worst part is?

That you look at it and you can't change anything!

It's unbearable!

It's horrible! And you just keep on enduring, saving it.

And then, wham, it bursts somewhere else and explodes!

Jesus, what are you babbling about?

Nothing's bursting.

I did everything right.

I did everything for him!

Of course. Who else would you do it for? But what did you do?

There was a hearing.

A bunch of young guys on trial.

An art group of some kind.

They were detained for conducting performances.

Allegedly speaking out something illegal.

Allegedly denouncing the public...

the public something or else.

Most importantly, they were so arrogant.

Usually when people are in a court cell

they get serious.

They get depressed. But those people...

No, they weren't like that.

They looked straight ahead, they didn't look away.

They were smiling.

Most importantly, they understood everything.

They didn't want to go to jail.

But they can't do otherwise.

Sort of feeling of self worth...

And among them was that one.

The sweet love of his life.

Zhenya.

Anyway...

They all had some...

lesser charges.

Improper conduct, vandalism,

damage to property.

All of them got...

5 years.

What happened to

"I can give jail time, or a probation with a fine!"

I am...

I'm a mother!

Doesn't that really count?

And your son?

My son left to live with his father.

When the elevator stopped, I...

I felt...

I felt like I was in a cage.

Like those guys.

I was so scared.

And the worst part was...

I realized that I...

I had put myself in that cage.

I realized that...

I could never get through to my son again.

Even if I got out of that elevator...

I'd still be in prison.

Don't.

Cry.

You can cry now.

Your route is set.

The destination is 16 minutes away.

Here you go.

Do you recognize this?

- Isn't that... - What?

I've been here.

- Studying? - No.

It's the cultural center.

My girlfriend and I were 16, somehow we miraculously got tickets to a concert.

And then...

Then we changed clothes in the bathroom.

We put on leather jackets and ripped jeans.

We backcombed

our hair into bouffants with hairspray.

- Wave. - That's right.

That night...

Bravo band performed here.

Then the whole nightmare began.

Cops stormed into the concert.

Aguzarova was detained.

Then they deported her

from Moscow because she didn't have a residence permit.

When my parents found out...

they beat me up so badly

that I slept with my ass up for three nights.

And then I decided

to shave my head in spite of everyone.

Went bald?

Cool!

That was it!

Wow, huh!

Nothing changes.

Nothing changes at all.

Rock-n-roll lives!