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THE GARDEN RING

Andrey isn't a maniac.

Well, he's detained.
He'll have dinner in the cell tonight.

They'll let him go.

They'll understand
that he didn't do anything.

He just got nervous and talked to that

stupid nasty witch
the way he wasn't supposed to.

And he got angry when she started lying.

This nasty girl is a minor.
The law is be on her side.

Honey, is everything okay?

Have we run out of Single Malt?

Baby, drink Blended.

She extorted money from me.
You can't acquit her because she's a minor.

Vera, what do you think,

has Andrey ever cheated on you?

I don't understand your reason for asking.
Who cares what he did in the past.

Right now he's in a difficult situation.

They're initiating a criminal case
against him.

Do you think I shouldn't support him?

So you think that it's possible, right?

Anya, pull yourself together.
I don't have the resources to support you.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to.
- Look at this idiot. This Donna Karan.

Mom, don't ruin everything.

- Andrey and Vera are a wonderful family.
- Anya.

Who are you talking to? Just look at her.

A woman of high moral standards.

Mom, do you think I'll believe
that you would condemn cheating?

You, a woman who does whatever she wants
in life.

Who doesn't care about anyone or anything
under any circumstances.

And if you hadn't gotten yourself a lover,
dad wouldn't have jumped out of the window.

My lover wasn't the reason
your father jumped out of the window.

Really? Why then?

Because our life became insufferable.

It was intolerable, you know?

Just like your life with Andrey.

Lovers are just consequences of
living an unbearable life.

I had and still have a happy family.
And, unlike you, I make sacrifices for it.

I'm not as selfish as you.

Why make sacrifices,
if your family is happy?

It is kind of a contradiction,
don't you think?

Mom.

I have a happy family.

Everything will be fine with us.

And I love my husband.

Got it?

Well I'll be damned.

Vera Mikhailovna, tell me,
have you noticed any

strange interactions Andrey Petrovich
and your son?

Excuse me, but can we go back to reality

and you won't make a pedophile
out of my husband?

And I'm sorry, but Sasha doesn't look
like a child.

Doesn't look like a child?

So you think that the conversation
between Andrey Petrovich and Sasha

is normal for an adult man and a child,
who doesn't look like a child?

You think that it's normal
when a grown man hits a child?

Unlike you, I have a medical degree.

And I didn't notice any sexual advances
in that conversation.

What did you hear then?

He just wanted to scare her.

To show that she's helpless.

And I understand
that it's unforgivable, but...

Our son is missing?

How did your son disappear?

- Are you kidding me?
- I'm asking you.

- He just didn't come home.
- Do you know what your husband does?

Of course. He supplies medical equipment.

How many hours a week
does he spend at work?

He leaves every morning,
comes back in the evening.

The day when your son went missing,
was your husband also at work?

He goes there every day.

Is it correct that you're not sure
where he was the day your son went missing?

He was at work. At work.

Vera Mikhailovna, I'm going to work.

I was away for approximately 10 hours.

Vera Mikhailovna, do you know
where I was and what I was doing?

- Hello.
- Good afternoon.

Do you want to sell it or to pawn?

To sell.

We don't appraise jewels.
Only precious metals based on their weight.

Fine, hurry up.

I'd take your earrings
according to their value.

How much?

Sasha, I want you to calmly tell us
what happened between the two of you.

Sasha, tell them what you told us.

Don't worry. Your dad and I are with you.

- Okay.
- The entire day from the beginning. Okay?

Well, I got up.

Ate something, went to the university.

Third period. Then I went home.

What happened then?

I don't remember.

Maybe you did homework?

- Get up, we're going home.
- Wait, we're trying to talk it through.

- Another time.
- You're doing the wrong thing right now.

- We're not trying to harm your child.
- I stopped my holiday to come to Moscow.

I'll talk it through with her first.
Then you can deal with her. Let's go.

Take my suitcase.

Goodbye.

- How was your flight?
- Fine.

And since I'm here, I don't see why you
should be here.

- I'm here for Sasha.
- Of course.

Listen, I suggest we have
a constructive conversation.

What else can you want
after making such a mess here.

- For Sasha's sake.
- So it's my fault?

- Well, it's not mine.
- How could you leave her alone?

Why did you have to go to Spain?

I had to recover after what you'd done.
I don't have to report to you.

Sasha, your mom and I need to talk.

I'm hungry.

- What the hell have you done?
- Shut the hell up!

And don't yell at me!

I don't know what to do with it.

I look at her and I realized
that I don't want to deal with it.

I'm tired of sorting out this mess
all the time.

So you...

You're not going
to see this situation through?

I can't even imagine it, you know?

What is going to happen
when people find out about it?

Katya, you have to understand me.

What else could I do in front of the cops?

You'll admit her to your clinic
to the longest course.

I'll deal with her university.

She doesn't study well anyway.
I'll say that she got an internship

for her outstanding academic performance.

And keep her sedated.
Don't even let her move, got it?

What are we going to do with the police?

We'll say that we don't want to taint
our name with this filthy situation.

We just don't want to ruin her life.

Hi.

What do you need?

- It's bad, my parents want to lock me up.
- I don't care, Sasha.

I don't have anywhere else to go.
Can I stay over?

Are you out of your mind?

I won't ask you for anything else.

I promise.

But now...

Ilya's missing.

- I can't let you in.
- Why?

- Because I have a lot to do. Bye.
- Okay, wait. Wait.

Just once. Loan me some money.

- I'll find the money to repay you.
- Where will you find it?

Why are you doing this to me?

We had a good thing going on.

You used to treat me differently.

You used to love me.

Of course. You used to be different.

And who do you think I am now?

Unstable.

Jerk!

I don't get paid for conversations, lady.

While I'm wagging my tongue,

crimes are being committed.

- What day did you say it was?
- 27th.

Okay, the 27th of March.

Right, I remember.
We were called to the station.

A girl was hitting her head against a wall.
She had an argument with her boyfriend.

The ground was covered in blood.

Did you call a psychiatrist?

There aren't enough asylums
for every lunatic that we see.

- Was the boyfriend with her?
- Of course.

They were quarreling at the platform,
then she ran around the corner.

A cashier named Nina Tyagushina called us.

Did you detain them?
Did you check their ID?

Of course. Everything is here.

Okay, so...

The girl was Bruskova Lidia Sergeevna.

And her boyfriend was
Smolin Ilya Andreevich.

Hello. I'm sorry. I was told
that Nina Tyagushina works here.

- She's on a break.
- Can I talk to her?

It's very important.

Nina!

- I'm sorry.
- Nina!

- Go over there.
- Thank you.

Are you Nina Tyagushina?

Nice to meet you, Nina Sergeevna.
I'm Vera Smolina, I need to talk to you.

About what?

You called the police on the 27th of March
and there was a girl.

I remember. What is it to you?

My son was with her.

Come in. Let's talk.

- I felt sorry for her immediately.
- Sorry?

That boy was about 10 years younger
than her.

And his face...

He was angry. And she wouldn't let him go.

- What happened then?
- I was sitting at the station.

They're arguing, I mean,
she was confessing her love.

That boy was dead behind the eyes.
He didn't even look at her.

It wasn't pretty.

And it was obvious
that the girl was unhinged.

- What did she say?
- What she said...

I love you, can't live without you,
we belong together, I know you love me too.

You won't find anyone better than me.

And he wasn't even paying attention to her.

And then she jumps at him
and unzips his pants right there.

People around them were uncomfortable.
I told her to collect herself.

It's a public space, after all.

- And then?
- She cursed me and walked away.

He was still sitting there motionlessly.
I followed her.

I thought

I'd see if she'll be alright,
thought she'd cry for a bit and calm down.

But she sat down on the ground.

Looked at me.

Then swung her head and hits it
against the wall with full force.

I was scared, blood was everywhere.

I called the police
and told the boy to calm her down.

Or else she'd crack her head open.

And that guy replied
that he didn't know her.

And then?

Then the police came and took them away.

She was trembling. She even left her bag.

I guess it wasn't her concern at the time.

- That's it.
- Sure.

Then they were taken away and that's it.

Were you expecting more?

I see. Thank you.

Have a nice day.

Don't thank me, mommy.

Good job on bringing up your son.

My dad was a military man.

He served in Germany. I grew up there,
studied there.

- Have you ever thought about going back?
- Why?

Why get attached to one place
if you can move all the time?

And take the best things
every place has to offer.

For example, snails.

Three or four years ago I lived in Venice
and we went to the Lazzaretto Vecchio.

We ate big, yellow, juicy snails there.
It was amazing.

Do you know how this island got its name?
There was a quarantine during the plague.

Everyone who came in contact with the ill
were sent to that island.

Monks from the Order of Saint Lazarus
took care of them. It was hell.

And you ate snails there?

- You have a pretty smile.
- Thanks.

What's new with you? How's Andrey?

There was a weird occurrence
with their friends' daughter.

Now he's accused
of attempted rape of a minor.

A minor?

- It's surprising.
- Maybe they won't press charges.

Anya, it doesn't matter.
Such accusations aren't easy to erase.

- How old is the girl?
- 17.

17? Are they crazy?
It's about time for her. She's 17.

I'm sorry.

What is about time for this girl?

I didn't mean it like that.
It's a normal process.

I don't think she's a virgin at 17.

So when a 40 year old man harasses
a 17 year old girl...

- It's a normal process?
- It's life, Anya.

Who cares if the man is 20, 30 or 40?

Men like younger women.

I don't know why women deny this fact.

If there was no demand for young girls,
there'd be no plastic surgery or fitness.

Everyone would look their age,
don't you think?

Of course, why get attached to one girl,
if you can get the best out of every girl.

Do you like minors too?

I'm just wondering.
What age is acceptable?

11? Maybe 13?

I'm not answering that, it's a low blow.
Anything I say you can use against me.

Come on, we're just talking, aren't we?

- Let's imagine that you're on an island.
- Okay.

So you're on an island during the plague.

And everyone died around you.

There's only an 11 year old girl and you.

And you know that no one will find out.

Would you sleep with her?

- 11 and 17 is a big difference.
- Answer the question.

Then a question for you.

What if you were on that island?

With a tiny infant.

Who'd be screaming all the time,
making your last days insufferable.

Would you throw it into the sea?
To get some peace and quiet?

It's not the issue, Artem.

The issue is that
this hypothetical world for men

is more real than the life around them.

Anya, stop.

Around us is the perfect version
of our world.

Let's appreciate that.

Are you looking for me?

I then went downstairs.

Vera and mom were watching a film
on the computer.

9½ Weeks.

And Vera gave me a weird look.

I thought that she figured it out.

And mom...

She didn't even turn around.

How old were you?

14.

And how...

How did this so-called relationship
continue?

We went back to Moscow.

I thought it would end there.

You know how it goes. Summer, dacha.
Things happen.

I used to argue with Vera all the time.

Do you think I should have told her?

I don't know.

She's my sister.

Do you understand?

There's no one closer to me than her.

And you slept with her husband?

Then I just couldn't do anything about it.

And telling her seemed
like a strange option.

Any normal person would ask me,
"Why did you keep quiet all these years?"

I didn't want to feel like a complete fool.

I... It was my fault.

Because I loved him.

I was in love with him.

I wanted it to happen, you know?

I'm afraid I don't.

Naturally. I didn't expect anything else.

But don't think that I'm insulting you.

But a lot of people have this

one-dimensional way of thinking.

You can't imagine, even for a second,

what that relationship meant to me.

You don't know how much he gave me.

I live because of him.

And how do you live?

- Don't judge me.
- I'm not.

I'm just wondering how it reflected
on your life.

Are you saying that I'm a flop?

Is this what you mean?

You know,

I think that under different circumstances

you could have achieved way more.

Why did you decide to come here
and tell me all of that?

I want it all to be over.

Forever. I know that

it'll hurt other people.

I know that no one will talk to me again.

But I can't hide it any longer.

There's only one thing on my mind.

How did it come to this?

The one thing I'd like to say is

I don't want to know who's guilty
and who isn't.

I just want us to disappear
from each other's lives.

We'll drop the charges.

In memory of the times
when we had a good relationship.

- And the friendship of our children.
- Katya...

I understand.

Be right back.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I wouldn't get through it if you found out.

Or if anyone found out.

When she was 13, Vera.
When she was 13 she got a rash.

She infected us too. I blamed it on Borya.

Before she got into that university,
she had a health check.

They called us and said she had syphilis.

Then she started doing drugs.

It's fine. Let's wash your face.

Don't doubt me, Vera, I did what I could.

I cried and took her to all doctors.

Really. I locked her up.

But none of it helped.

It was pointless.

Vera, she had everything.

When I asked her why she did all that

she said that she liked it.

And you let her date my son?

What could I do?

What was I supposed to tell you?

Say, "No, don't let them date,
she's an addict with syphilis."

She adored your Ilya with all her heart.

At least with him I knew where she was.

Vera.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.

And she tried to extort money from you.
Oh my God.

She said she was going to rent a flat
that Ilya allegedly was renting.

Vera, whatever she said it was a lie.

The only thing she needs money for
is drugs.

I don't believe a single thing she says.

Her room is empty.

She even sold her laptop.

She sold absolutely everything.

Did you know that I have to sleep
with jewelry on?

Everything I can't put on is kept in a safe
at Borya's work.

Anya. Anya, what's wrong?

What happened, Anya? Anya?

Bring her some water.
What's wrong with you?

What have you done? Took a bunch of pills?

- Mom, I told him everything.
- Who?

That detective Kogtev.

What? No one needs your water.

Eat something.

What do these idiots teach at schools?

What?

I've always said that this education
is a crime against humanity.

Math, chemistry.

Who the hell needs chemistry?
They should teach how to give blowjobs.

And have tours to maternity wings.

And abortion clinics. Then these fools
would stop thinking about flowers

and start thinking about what their lives
will be like.

And their lives end at 20.

When they know nothing about men or life
and end up pregnant with an unwanted child.

A child you never wanted.

Mom.

You can't reproach me.

Honey, pour me some whiskey.

You can't make yourself love someone
even if this someone is your own child.

If I was a man, I'd send you all to hell.

And no one would ever question me.

But I didn't.
Instead I did everything I could for Vera.

Mom, I don't want to hear it.

You have to. When you were born,
I knew what it meant to be a mother.

From your very first word I could tell
who you really were.

I saw everything.

But I loved you anyway.

Darling, I want you to understand me.

I understand you.

And this goddamn Andrey.

What else could be done for Vera?

At least with him she was safe.

It's not easy for a girl
whose father tried to kill her.

I knew she'd turn any man into a maniac.
It's her karma.

Darling, I just had to corner him.

Keep him afraid that I'd expose his
affair to Vera.

Or it wouldn't have worked out.

Do you think it was easy to find a man
who'd take care of my two psycho daughters?

Do you think it was easy?

Then why did you agree to help me now?

Why did you show her that fax?

I love you very much, despite the fact
that you're overwhelmingly silly.

What did I help you with?

I just don't see a reason to keep him here,
you see?

In your life and in your sister's life.

And after one month of living with you
he was supposed to disappear.

- That was my plan.
- What do you think Vera will do?

She'll probably cry.

- Feeling better?
- Yes.

Is there more food?

Yes.

Excuse me, I need your help.

- Could you talk to me?
- About what?

About one woman, she used to live here.

Her name is Ira.

I understand, but I won't talk for free.
I need money.

I promise that I'll pay,
but I don't have any money right now.

It doesn't work like that.

You see, my son is missing
and I'm looking for him.

I'm grasping at straws.

Fine, show me your wallet.

Is it Chanel?

Let's make a deal. You give me your wallet.
I tell you everything I know.

Take it.

I can't, take your cards back at least.

So, this is Ira.

She lived here for half a year.

Approximately. Maybe more.

She moved out a few months ago.

And her friend moved out too.

That's all I know.

Friend? What friend?

She wasn't very talkative.
I don't even remember her name.

I remembered her only because
she didn't have an ear.

They lived here together,
then they moved out.

What were they renting?

I don't have any problems with you.

Just as I thought, you...

You had no idea about it.

At first I didn't understand

why there were always different girls here.
A couple of them were the same.

You know, to keep up appearances,
two girls really ran away from husbands.

If other girls came here,
they didn't let them in.

Even if they say that their husbands
beat them up.

This director replies with
"Sorry, but there are no vacant places."

Get it? She rents rooms to others.
I pay eight thousand for mine.

And I live in a shared room.

Who does she rent these rooms to?

To anyone. Migrant workers, hookers.

To random girls
who want to rent a cheap room.

To whoever has money.

Vera, it's so nice that you visited us.

- You're a stupid, lying piece of trash.
- What?

I donated money like an idiot,
promoted you in newspapers for your mercy.

And you didn't even hide your scheme
to make money.

What are you saying? I didn't do anything.

Stop it!

Stop treating me like a fool!

You don't understand anything.

And smoking is prohibited here.

Follow me.

Listen,
there are no difficult circumstances.

There's no domestic violence.

All these women deliberately find these men

who'll beat them up severely

Then ask for forgiveness.

And then bang them in a pool of blood.

Are you seriously saying all of this to me?

That's right. You stopped by
with journalists once a month.

Smelling like French perfume.

And I stay here all the time.

And I see everything.

They end up here because at some point
their usual routine becomes a bit harsher.

He hits them a bit stronger
or something breaks.

Their survival instinct kicks in
and they come here.

Here they get brainwashed
with this rescue program.

That they need a new hobby,
start a new life,

And that any hobby they find
is better than smoking near a window.

And you know what?

They get bored. They run away from here.

Then why do we do all that?

Why keep them here, feed them,

and pretend that things will be different,
if nothing ever changes?

And you've found an excellent solution
to this situation.

Your irony is irrelevant.

Because unlike you,
I actually helped these girls.

Girls who came here
without the working permit

who are looking for work.

You think it's easy to find cheap rent
in Moscow?

Where you feel safe
when you have no legal rights?

And this Ira was one of the girls here?

An actress from Saratov, we quickly
came to an arrangement.

When journalists came she spoke in front
of the camera.

At least she had a face we could show.

Then she got a job at some theater
and she left.

- Give me her number.
- Okay.

Hi! I'm not in Moscow
because I'm on a tour.

Leave a message or send me an SMS.

When I get back, I'll call you.

Bye-bye.

- Hello.
- Good afternoon.

Vera Mikhailovna, I'm happy to tell you
that your husband will soon be released.

I didn't have any doubts about that.

- I have something to tell you.
- Wait, Vera Mikhailovna.

I'd like you to take a look at his dossier.

I've already seen it.

Your sister added her testimony.

As a general introduction.

It won't go to court, of course.
It's beyond the statute of limitations.

Check it.

- I think that's all.
- Then sign this.

Can I call my wife from here?
My phone's dead.

Your wife is in my office.
Reading your charges.

- Charges?
- Left by her sister.

The one you molested when she was 14
and persuaded to move in with you.

Vera, I can explain.

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