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Darcy! Darcy, look.

Right. Come on! One more!

Are you looking?

- Here. - Great. Look at me.

Keep your pose. Smile. Great.

Darcy, yuck!

Max, get him away from the cheese, he's going to eat it.

- Our light is going out. - Can you see the top?

It's either the top or your working side.

All right. Like this?

God, this pose is unnatural.

Get a selfie stick and do this yourself.

- Don't start again. - I won't.

I'll go get my tripod.

I'll do an Instagram story then. Darcy!

Hi, everyone! This is my little Darcy. Jump!

Go round, go round! Look at him jump!

Vika, shit! I don't know how to swim!

PASSENGERS START ORIGINAL SERIES

VIKA

You have taken the order.

Fuck! Do you have napkins or wipes?

Everything is wet. Great.

Bummer! Turn off the air conditioner!

But I don't have an air conditioner.

I don't know, turn on the heater, anything.

Boy, it took me an hour just to arrange that.

The coat is wet.

Is there nothing else that confuses you?

What do you mean? So, I'm in my underwear. Do you have a problem with that?

No, you have a problem. You're dead.

What, are you kidding me? Let's go.

I need to change. I'm soaking wet.

Ugh, man!

From the look of you, you've drowned.

Right. The water was freezing, like hell.

Shit, I've got stuff to send.

What were you doing at the reservoir in the fall?

I did a photo shoot for an advertiser.

- What? I'm a blogger girl. - Blogger girl?

- Yep. - I don’t like this gender accents.

Thank you. Your opinion is very valuable to us.

So, what's up? Did I drown my phone, too?

Young lady, you've drowned yourself, and we have to deal...

What... Give me my phone back!

- Give me the phone! - There is no connection.

Such an old model.

Where are we, anyway?

- So, where are we going? - I don't know!

I can't get the destination until you...

Listen, I gotta go downtown.

50,306 likes!

That's amazing! In half an hour. I've never had that in my life.

- Awesome! - Is it really that important right now?

What?

50,306 likes.

OMG! It's 53,806 already! Look!

This is the most important thing ever!

It has nothing to do with you, you know?

Oh, really? Then what does?

Give it here, please.

Candles, flowers, hearts.

God, how many flowers. See?

- See? - These candles, flowers are all virtual!

But your death is real, you know?

Shit, it turns out I predicted it myself.

Let me read you my last post.

"Social anxiety.

It's time to put everything on hold, to pause it all."

This is my text, I wrote it myself for... for a yoga studio.

What?

Max is already trying to sell Darcy posting stories.

Holy shit! No, they haven't caught him yet.

What? There's a line for him already?

That's crazy!

Hey, do you want my dog?

All right, that's it!

I can't drive around town without a destination.

You need to find your transition point, and you need to dig into your memory

and figure out why you're still here. Got it?

No. What transition point?

What's keeping you here?

Maybe you've made a mistake, did a wrong thing.

Or said something bad to someone, did something bad.

Ah, so why dig in? I have a big New Year's Eve post.

It's called "Vicky's Fuckups." One sec.

Here it is.

The first one: I publicly offended my follower.

Okay, moving on.

I blew my project deadline.

I fucked up my intermittent fasting.

It's all rubbish, isn't it?

I got a job volunteering at a hospice and a week later I was out of there.

Fucked up my gym membership. Oh!

I started swearing at my blog.

Tell me, what do your followers love about you?

My honesty.

You don't even have...

any glamour photos or kitty pictures?

I do, but only with a doggie.

You see, I try to be candid

for my audience. I try to be open.

I've already noticed that.

Okay, let's dig a little deeper.

I mean, you probably didn't just instantly become an Instagram star.

Right?

Well, no, not instantly.

What happened before that?

Go ahead, tell me about it.

I have almost 700,000 subscribers now.

Well, that's admirable. Go on.

But it wasn't always like this.

So?

So, five years ago.

I was raped by my friend's boyfriend.

Well, he didn't actually rape me...

We were on the train with a big group.

Everyone was joking around.

Masha just went to bed early.

Danya and I drank two bottles of wine together...

We locked ourselves in the compartment.

And then he...

He took advantage of my hurt feelings.

What? What is it? Are you implying that it's my fault?

No. I'm not saying anything.

My job is to turn the wheel, not to insinuate...

So go on with it! I've had my ass kicked in the other day.

I can even guess who did it.

By the way, I told Masha everything myself.

I don't know, but she was just fixated

on the fact that I slept with her boyfriend.

Then I had to write this post.

- Wouldn't it be easier to talk to her? - No, it wouldn't.

Do you know how many women go through abuse?

And by the way, my post

has helped thousands of victims deal with their traumas.

I was offered to file a police report.

Just to see it through, but I didn't.

Danya's been through enough back then.

His friends rejected him.

He was fired from his job.

Then it all came down to his parents.

I don't know, it's just...

It got out of hand somehow.

Are you sorry about that?

ADD DESTINATION

I wanted to write a correction.

So?

But what I would have told my subscribers?

It also happened to coincide with the "Me too" movement.

I really couldn't back up.

Well, what about honesty? Remorse?

You're the one who said it all worked.

What, are you insinuating now that this is all about hype?

Are you serious?

You think I put up with all this

for the sake of getting fucking likes, don't you? No way.

It's my job. It's the same job, by the way, as your job is to drive a taxi.

I've been building this audience for so many years.

My subscribers and I, we're...

We're just like family.

They wake up with me, they...

They cook my recipes.

They watch my stories, they tell me their secrets.

They consult with me about everything.

I've got Darcy from an orphanage for them.

Although I can't stand dogs at all. They're smelly and they drool.

But for my subscribers, for my content,

I would do anything.

You should know how many countries I've been to on blog tours.

I've never been anywhere.

But I always dreamed of seeing new countries, places.

Taste smells, have impressions.

Only I don't remember anything.

I always drank my coffee cold.

My ice cream was always melted.

Give me the phone, please.

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Are you craving sweets too?

Hello.

I thought you weren't on shift today.

A girl asked me to switch shifts.

I ate two chocolates

and I can't get enough.

We can't get enough.

Do you know who is it?

No, Dima wants it to be a surprise.

But what about all that stuff...

A boy or a girl, pink or blue?

He doesn't care. He's so funny.

No, that's right. We don't need gender stereotypes.

- Vera! - I'm coming!

I have to go.

Have a good shift.

Hi. Nice dreadlocks.

Hey! Those dreadlocks look neat!

OMG. Can't he see me?

I mean, he might even be subscribed to me.

What does that mean, they...

They're all gonna forget me?

Although no, now they'll start creating memorial accounts.

They'll write all sorts of sad words.

And someone is sure to post my old pics.

From five years ago, when I was fat and creepy.

- Well, that's a memory, too. - What?

Nothing.

Fuck that memory.

I've been perfecting my visual style for years.

How am I gonna edit this? From up there?

Leave it, I'll do it, there's a special thing.

Your hair sucks!

Here's coffee for you, drink it before it gets cold.

And here's some ice cream, eat it before it melts.

I can't, I'm on a diet.

You can now. There you go.

Unfortunately, we haven't been able to catch the dog yet.

We try to lure it with food, but it does not come to us.

What do you mean he doesn't come?

That dog used to take everything off the table all the time.

He's been picking up crap off the floor.

Shit!

Shit, Darcy.

He's lost his appetite, because he's stressed.

Because I left him.

So, he's going to die, and it's all because of me.

Oh, my God!

Darcy, that's awful!

Wait, we have to go get Darcy.

You know, he... he can't have natural food.

His... his ears go red right away.

He can only eat hypoallergenic food.

He's gonna die without me!

- Because someone's gonna give him that. - I understand.

You don't understand. We have to go get Darcy.

There he is!

Shit, open the door! I gotta go get him.

I'm not allowed to pick up dogs.

So, what, we're just gonna leave him here?

Nobody's gonna take him.

He's peeing like I don't know what. He peed all over my apartment.

Open the door, please.

What have I done to deserve this? All right. Hold on tight.

What are you gonna do?

What are you doing? Stop!

Stop! Slow down!

You're gonna run him over! Don't! Darcy, run!

- You, bastard! You killed him! - Easy. Quiet!

Darcy!

Easy, come here.

Here you go.

There, you see, he's with you.

He's with you.

Darcy!

Give mommy a kiss.

- That's it, dummy. - The route is set.

You have arrived at your destination.

You keep your worms, okay?

All right, do you want a memorial photo?

- Nah, I'm good. - It's a nice shot.

Here you go, then.

It's for you.

Thank you.

There will be a sea of flowers here tomorrow.

Yours is the first one.

That's very nice.

Yeah.

Well, I guess you won't get bored there.

Godspeed.

It was nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.