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EASY ON THE GEARBOX AND DON'T LET THE ENGINE OVERHEAT

NORTH EXIT

Those awaiting bus number 34, please get ready for boarding.

PASSENGERS START ORIGINAL SERIES

NADEZHDA

It's time for us to go.

Are you here for me?

Am... Am I dead?

Unfortunately, yes.

Are you sure?

- And you, young man... - My name is Kirill, I am your driver.

May I take the bag with me?

Everything I care about is in there.

It's not allowed.

All my life is in there. All my memory.

Please.

Okay.

Where are we going?

Can you take me to my summer house? I was going there anyway.

That place is special.

Peaceful, beautiful.

The house is between a field and a river.

You are going to like it.

And I need to take care of my garden.

I might take you to your summer house.

It depends on your transition point, we need to find it first.

Why don't you tell me about your life?

So we can find out what holds you here.

I will tell you everything.

Here.

This is our first plum's pit.

I'll explain.

This is our house.

We used to live here with Lev, my husband.

We moved in right after our wedding.

He got the house from his father, a famous scientist.

We were so happy when we moved there!

We invited guests,

we listened to music till night, we danced.

Every year Lev planted a plum tree.

And in the last days of summer, he gathered the fruit

and made a delicious plum pie. I loved it so much.

Here.

Oh my, it fits again.

I haven't been able to put it on recently.

My fingers got too thick.

Lev gave it to me when he proposed.

This ring is antique.

He got it from his Grandma.

It's beautiful.

This is Tamara, our daughter.

She is all grown now, and married.

She is happy, raising children.

But she is very busy.

She is always at work.

Listen, what is your relationship with them like?

Well, I can't complain.

We live in harmony.

Your life is so smooth.

Can't see anything wrong with it.

There is something.

Here.

I think it was 1994.

Yes, right.

I got off a train, looked under my feet,

and there it was.

I grabbed it, put it in my pocket.

And I didn't tell anyone.

I could have given it to the conductor.

But I thought it was a sign for good luck.

That I made the right decision.

To come to the city to teach.

So that's the story.

It doesn't make sense.

As if you had no trouble in life.

Well, of course there was trouble.

Here they are, my troublemakers.

They were so naughty, my favourite 5A class.

Samoylova, she made Cs into Bs.

In her copybook with my signature, perfectly alike.

Zhenya Potapov. He played bubble gum cards for money.

He fleeced his classmates like sheep.

Lyamochkina. She wrote cribs on her legs.

Everyone is here.

Their tests to retake, extra books to read.

I was always after them.

And you know what's amazing, Kirill?

All of them graduated with honors.

It is a pleasure to know you have raised such good children.

- And what do you have there? - Where?

Here, you've just...

A magazine.

Kristina Slonina.

A medalist, a competition winner.

She is in the Top 100 successful women in our country.

Why didn't you want to tell me about her?

My main accomplishment.

I stayed with her after classes and we studied at home.

She liked that.

Her parents were not too happy about it,

but I always knew she was talented.

Why didn't you want to talk about her?

You know, we walked once in the Botanical Garden.

And we found a wounded swallow.

We put it in a box.

We thought we could cure it.

But it died on the way.

Kristina cried so much. She kept saying,

"How can it be? Beauty dies."

- Can I see the magazine? - I'll read her interview.

"After that moment with the swallow,

I promised myself I wouldn't let anything die.

It gave me a strong impulse,

because a business built upon an idea becomes a destiny."

Kristina became a very important person.

She has her own office.

She is very successful.

- You are holding something back about her. - Well...

So many pages of interviews,

such pretty pictures, tributes to each and every one...

And not a word about me.

I made this picture myself.

This is Kristina, after her first medal for an International Biology Competition.

That's upsetting, you gave her so much.

Maybe that's what's keeping you here?

You think she hasn't thanked you enough for everything you gave her.

You need to talk to her.

We will not be allowed to see her.

Hi, guys.

Hello.

Good afternoon, can I help you?

Personal delivery for Kristina Slonina.

- Let me take it to her. - Sorry, I can't, it's jewelry.

I can only hand it to her personally.

And I am her teacher, Nadezhda Ivanovna Kotova.

- Wait a minute. - And this is for you.

Thank you so much.

- Good afternoon. - If we could do 15 last year,

this year we'll have all 20. Sign it.

Hello.

- This is for you. A present. - Hello.

- And who are you? - Miss Slonina, I'm sorry, he...

I... We both studied in Mrs. Kotova's class.

Bring me a coffee, Liz. And mineral water with lemon.

Sure, Miss Slonina.

I was a grade below you, you might not remember me.

What is Mrs. Kotova's name?

Nadezhda Ivanovna.

No, I don't remember her.

We had a class reunion this year,

and after that I decided to check on Mrs. Kotova.

Let me guess.

She is lying there all infirm

and no one can help her. And you need to raise money. How much?

- Will five hundred be enough? - No.

Thousands, not dollars.

I mean it's not about that. She is fine. It's not about money.

Interesting.

She told me a story how you went to a park together and found a swallow.

Okay, stop. What's that nonsense? What butterfly?

- Swallow. - It doesn't matter, young man.

I lived in Paris with my parents since I was five.

I attended school and college there.

And you, apparently, did not.

What do you want?

Wait... How? Here, you...

Your interview says you decided to start a business after...

I don't get it.

This is a totally different text.

Do I need to call security

or will you get out on your own?

What a strange young woman.

So unwelcoming.

- Give me your bag. - Why? All my belongings are in it.

- My memories. - What belongings, damn it? What memories?

Why are you telling me stories? Who are you?

- Don't yell at me. - Is Nadezhda your name?

Don't!

Yourself? You're saying you did it yourself?

How interesting. Is this your 5B class or whatever?

5B, 5A.

What else is in here?

It's empty.

Empty! There's nothing here, not a damn thing!

What show were you trying to put up? Who are you?

I'm Nadezhda.

I'm Nadezhda. I remember a swallow.

Please take me to my summer house.

I'm begging you. Take me to my summer house.

I'm not asking for anything else, please.

Take me to my summer house.

To my summer house.

Take me there.

No one is supposed to be here.

- Another story? - No.

- Who are you here for? - Tamara?

What are you doing here?

- Why is she wearing my beads? - Who do you want to see?

Sorry, hi. Does Mrs. Kotova live here?

If you are from the Social Service, talk to my lawyer.

Tamara! I'm your lawyer. The new one.

Your old one is under arrest on a criminal case.

This is our deed of a gift.

Nadezhda, not having any direct heirs,

gives the real estate object to me.

It's legal.

I inherit it right after her death.

I wiped her ass for twelve years, I deserve it.

She always thought you were her daughter.

She's got it in her head. I denied it at first, then I accepted it.

She felt safer that way.

She didn't let anyone near her.

- Mom, are you coming? I'm hungry. - Go inside.

If we have to go to court, I'm ready.

I remembered everything.

It was early in the morning.

We woke up from a terrible noise.

A swallow hit the glass and broke her neck.

I wanted to bury her in the garden.

To comfort me, Lev decided to make a pie.

While in the garden, I noticed

that all life around me stood still.

I went to the house.

Lev was lying on the floor.

Plums were scattered around,

the ones he had gathered the day before.

We had been together since school.

We thought it would be forever.

But when he left, I...

Everything here reminded of him.

The house.

The books we used to read together in the evenings.

The pictures of our happy times.

The music we used to listen to kept playing in my head. It was...

After he died I couldn't bear to stay here.

I rented a small apartment in town,

went to work at school again.

And then I started to have memory issues.

And I got retired pretty soon.

Then there was Tamara.

I miss my Lev so much.

I know,

he is there, waiting for me.

Your route is set.

You have arrived at the destination point.

Nadezhda, are you coming?

Your pie is getting cold.

I'm coming.

THE 5TH WHEEL

Whose car is this?

Do you want to buy it?

- I don't know. - Then why are you asking?

- May I... - Sure, you may.

Live here as long as you like.

Just mind your own business.

- Okay, thanks. - And don't bring anyone here.

- I wasn't going to. - Great.

What happened?

A bad dream?

Look, it's just a dream.

Don't touch me! It's all because of you.

I'm not supposed to be here. Give my transition back!

Let me go!

Easy, easy.

It's going to be alright. Calm down.

It's just a dream.

I'll give my transition to you.

Stay with me, I'm scared.