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[waves gently whoosh]

[quiet chatter]

[gulls cawing]

[short sigh]

[phone vibrates]

- Are you going to bed, Sergey?

- [sighs] I won't last until the premiere.

The director's gonna eat me alive.

- But why?

- Because he's a fucking cannibal.

- You're so dramatic.

- Maybe he'll eat everyone else, but you'll survive.

- [yawning] You think?

I'll be his lunch, and she'll be his dinner.

I'm victim number one, she's number two.

Well, the truth is he's singled us out.

He's totally normal to them,

but harasses the hell out of us.

- Maybe it's his directing tactic!

So both of you can show... your inner agony.

- The suffering comes at the very end.

Before that, it's just love, and lot more love.

Yeah...

I see I won't be getting any sympathy from you tonight.

[she sighs]

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

[phone vibrates]

[door closing]

[phone vibrating softly]

KATYA: THIS NIGHT CHANGED EVERYTHING!

[door opening]

[she sniffs, then sighs]

[phone alarm bleeping]

Hi. - Good morning.

[phone vibrates]

- Go ahead, choose one.

[she chuckles quietly]

Hey... I'm asking for your opinion, but you laugh at me?

- Beige is better.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- I prefer... the blue jacket.

[she sighs]

- OK.

[phone vibrates]

- Gotta go. - I said I'd give you a ride.

Where are you off to?

- You don't have to.

It's beautiful, I don't mind the walk.

- Sure... Enjoy.

- And you don't have to leave for another hour... right?

Bye-bye.

- Whatever. Be gone with you.

[hinges squeak]

[door closes, keys rattle in lock]

[horn toots]

Look at my schedule.

If there's a free slot,

then I'll definitely take her on.

- OK, maybe we can move someone to Polina... Or to Stepan.

- Who is she, anyway?

A close relative, or a good friend?

- She runs Kalinin. - Kaliningrad?

- It's a magazine... Kalinin.

We place adverts in it all the time...

It's inexpensive.

- So what's the problem?

You can give her to Nikolayevitch.

He just delivered a baby. It would fit perfectly.

- She did some of her own research on the internet,

read mommy blogs intensely,

and decided you're the best option.

- Really? Even better than you?

- Of course! And you're a woman...

As we know, that's principally... better.

- Is that a new mind-set?

- Did you change your girlfriend?

- You convinced me.

Are you gonna help her or not?

- Maybe. Let's see.

I'll take her...

and in exchange I'll get two days off.

- Ah.

Blackmail, is it? - No, Ivan,

I haven't had a vacation in more than two years.

- Two years? And you're just realizing that?

Of course. Take two days.

What's up?

[she sighs slightly]

Then you'll see your new patient today...

and take tomorrow off, OK?

- Rhesus factor? - Negative.

- And your husband's? - Also negative.

It's not really a problem, I researched it.

- Yeah, two negatives, that's absolutely normal.

And... I'll need you to check the boxes accordingly.

- How likely is it that...

if my husband is red-skinned,

that the baby might have red skin, too?

- You mean a Native American? Indian?

- No, no. [she laughs]

No, we're both Slavic.

I mean he's...

...always had an unhealthy facial complexion,

and he has a nose just like Santa Claus,

red, big and round.

Is it something hereditary?

[they both chuckle]

- OK, it's... what we doctors would call normal,

that when they're born, their skin is extremely red.

No worries.

- Makes sense, makes sense.

- You checked allergic reactions, on the bottom.

In this column. - Yeah, those are my husband's.

Mm-hm.

- Initially, low-lying pressure brings some rain regionally.

Only in the south will it remain dry.

Over the weekend, there is a need to protect yourself.

We recommend bringing an umbrella with you

if you leave the house.

[gentle synth-pop playing] ♪♪

SVETLOGORSK - ZELENOGRADSK

SVETLOGORSK - ZELENOGRADSK

[bassy house beats bumping] ♪♪

- Don't even bother looking, man.

She's too out of your league.

[cellphone ringing]

- [Sergey] Hello?

Hello, Lena, I can't hear you.

- Is everything OK? - Ah, now I can hear you.

How's it going? Everything go as planned?

Are all the babies born?

- No, not yet. I'm still working.

- Oh, OK.

I thought you were calling because you were done.

[he sighs]

- No, I'm just calling...

but it's... nothing special.

- Oh, I get it.

I'm so sorry, I'm... I'm starting to fall asleep.

I can't really concentrate any more.

[gentle yawn]

- Better go. Bye, then.

Sleep well.

- Yeah, goodnight.

I mean... hang in there.

See you then. Kisses. [call disconnects]

[deep house thumping] ♪♪

- [man] She wasn't calling for help or anything, nothing,

not a sound. Just swimming away...

I mean, what were we supposed to do?

Maybe she's a professional swimmer!

Or just a drunken idiot.

So then we took a boat, and rowed out to her.

And she was totally out of it:

"What's going on? What's going on?"

I get in, pull her onto the boat...

Then when she reaches to get in...

Boom, she tips it over!

[laughs] Ahh... Total chaos.

- She make it? - Yeah, sure.

Just... It's not the end yet.

So, at two in the morning, we drop her off.

I said, "See you later! Bye! Look after yourself."

After that, we went home.

And this is the best...

[he laughs]

She steals our boat and goes back out again!

- Well, maybe she loves water.

- No, she was mad at her boyfriend

and wanted to make him upset.

- Cheers to my savior of the non-swimmers.

- Have you ever been saved?

- Yeah, when I was ten...

My savior was the little boy who dragged me in to the shore.

- Could've been me.

[she giggles]

- You never know...

Please somewhere else.

- What about the lifeguard stand?

- How about a hotel?

- [Receptionist] How many hours?

- Er... Three hours.

- Mm-hm. Regular or deluxe?

- Deluxe.

- 3,000.

- Hey, do you have, er... 200 rubles?

[she unzips her handbag]

[shower jets splashing]

[shower stops]

[she chuckles]

[he pants]

[he moans gently]

[he grunts]

[satisfied sigh]

Ooh!

[waves crashing]

[quiet, tense sigh]

- What are you doing?

I can't relax...

I'm having a hard time.

- I forgot how to do it.

- Do what?

- To make you come, and get hard.

- That's foolish. You're way too good.

- [she sighs] Forget it.

[patter of rain on windows]

[door slams]

- Wait...

Wait. - Let go of me.

Let go of me, please!

[slow, dreary piano drone]

- Do you love me?

Then why do this? Why?

I forgave you for everything.

I realized that you made a mistake,

it's something that just happened.

- It wasn't a mistake, Oliver...

We can't be together like we were before,

because this night has changed everything.

- Not true, nothing has changed. Nonsense.

[she weeps quietly]

[she sniffs]

- You should probably go back to your Susan...

She's a very good woman.

How do you know what kind of a woman I need?

And whether she's good or bad? - That doesn't matter...

We don't have a future.

- But we DO have the present.

[applause]

- Bravo! - Bravo!

[cheering]

["Groupies' Anthem (F.U.C.K)" by Coockoo]

♪ F, U, C, K I'm going to the UK ♪

♪ F, U, C, K, M, E I'll do it with you for free ♪

- Cheers, ladies!

[laughing]

♪ ...Now I know who is my man

♪ O, A, S, I, S Liam, kiss my little ass! ♪

♪ F, U, C, K I'm going to the UK ♪

♪ F, U, C, K, M, E I'll do it with you for free ♪

♪ A, M, E, N Now I know who is my man ♪

[deep sigh]

♪ B, L, U, R Damon, take me in the car! ♪

- Many thanks.

- Should we leave now? - It's still so early.

- Yeah, but they're all just gonna get hammered anyway.

- So you should get hammered, too!

You earned it.

- Nah, I don't wanna drink tonight.

- What's your problem, anyway?

It's your premiere, and everyone's here.

Your colleagues, friends...

Get out there and enjoy it!

It's not a problem for me, really.

Enjoy... - Hey. I'm sorry for interrupting you.

I'm gonna go home. Sergey, I wanted to say

thanks again for everything. - Any time.

- Lena. - Thanks, Katya.

- Maybe we could drop you off? We were just leaving.

- Oh, you don't have to!

- My taxi's downstairs. - Where do you live?

- Vagonka Street. - We'll be driving right by there.

- I know, but it's... - Come with us!

- Mm, yeah, you can come with us.

[phone pings]

[phone pings again]

- Kirill just texted, by the way.

He wrote, "The play was shit."

- Did he, now?

I'm of the same opinion. - "But our Sergey was great."

[phone pings]

- Katya, can you drive?

- You know what? I'm so emotional

it's probably better if I don't drive.

- But you have a driver's license? - Yeah, of course.

- Lena, you can make a left over here, OK?

[phone pings]

[indicator clicking]

OK! Thanks so much for the ride.

Ciao! Kisses for you both.

- OK, bye, Katya. - Bye guys!

Lena, come to our plays! - And you to us!

Mm... Take my bouquet, It'll look nice in your kitchen.

[she chuckles] Ciao, bye.

- All right, bye-bye. - Bye now.

- Bye.

[door closes]

- Yeah, all right. Take care. Ciao.

- Ciao.

- Hurry up! - I'm coming.

[tires squeal] [shattering crunch]

[sighs]

- So, that's it.

Come back on Wednesday. Try around midday.

- Thank you. - Any time.

[engine rumbles]

[machinery whirring]

["Give Me Power" by Vampire Bites playing]

- Would you like a ride home?

- Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[both panting]

- Where are you going?!

[waves crashing]

[she moans]

[he moans]

- What's going on here?

I need to see your IDs.

I'm Junior Lieutenant Litiev.

Now get up and get dressed!

Hey. Hey! Where are you going?!

This states you live in the city,

but to have sex, you go to the beach?

[pen scribbling]

I really hope that man was... at least your husband?

Or who was that who ran away?

My goodness!

OK. So, correct me, if you need to.

So...

Panfilova, Jelena Jurjevna...

caused a disturbance of the peace on a public beach.

And disrespected public order by engaging in...

...sexual activities with...

[door opens]

Now, who were you engaging with?

- I don't know.

- The man is an unknown person.

[he chuckles]

I get it. - Can I go now?

- But of course.

You'll need to sign on the bottom.

You'll get a court summons in around... two weeks.

- What?

- You don't have to go to court.

The fine comes automatically. A formality...

Where are you going?

- I'm about to go home, you said I could go.

- Jelena Jurjevna...

Why do you wanna walk?

Come on now, we'll... we'll drive you home.

It's pretty late.

- I'm fine walking. Thank you.

[both laughing heartily]

- OK. Good night. - All the best! See you later.

[laughing]

- Look! This is you.

- I can't.

- You're beautiful. - And sexy?

Who's sexier? - Nobody.

You ask extremely strange questions.

And do strange things.

You're just different.

- You need to make a decision. Strange, or sexy.

Then again, it seems like you don't have a problem

with either one

Preferably at the same time.

- And what about your vacation? - No.

- Lena, we're losing you.

If you're not careful-- - "We"?

- You know, like on a TV show?

"We are losing him."

Was just a joke.

So, from Monday on, I'm off. I will be as free as a bird.

And we can do whatever.

Make them give you two weeks off!

- And if I do take some time off,

what are we going to be doing?

[rack clangs]

- I don't know...

I guess we could drive, er...

to your parents' summer house.

- Visit my parents? Oh, OK.

- I mean, we don't have to, it's not a must.

I just thought you might want to be...

to be out in nature a little bit.

- [she sighs] - Fine, then that's a no-go.

Well, how about we hang on and party in Warsaw?

Drink, dance...

Some of the theater guys are going there.

- That means we can go and see my parents,

or get wasted with your theater group.

Is there any other alternative?

- Yeah, so obviously you have one. What is it?

- How about an option where we're alone?

Or do we always have to have witnesses there?

- You're oblivious to what I'm saying?

- You know what?

Yes, I'm oblivious as to what's been going on

in your mind lately.

Lena, Lena, Lena, honey... Don't run away.

Come here! Maybe we could...

Let's go to the beach. Would you like that?

- That might be nice.

- I want to have the baby naturally, I told you,

I want to be able to feel it all. - OK, listen.

Do you think we cut women open just for the hell of it?

Sveta...

Now, in your case, doing a C-section

is the safest option that we have.

You can trust me. - OK, once again...

Turn the baby?

Or maybe you don't want to.

- Let's turn. - Very good.

So...

The baby's bottom is... right here.

And its head is here.

Normally, the head is where the bottom is.

I'm going to press here, carefully.

And now I'm gonna turn.

- The baby doesn't feel it? - No.

And you? - It's OK.

[she breathes heavily]

- So...

Polina, let's take a look again.

- Now it's perfect. The baby's where it should be.

- Oh, thank God! I'm so grateful, thank you.

- You're very welcome.

[water splashing]

- That is the same way I was born.

They had to perform an EVC

from the transverse to the podalic.

Thanks to an anonymous Soviet midwife.

- Jelena Jurjevna! Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon. - Ivan Borissovitch!

We have an appointment. - Could you wait by my office please?

- Is everything OK? - Yes.

- And are you happy? - Very...

Being pregnant is the most gratifying thing,

and all of a sudden, my belly is full of meaning.

The emotions involved are overwhelming, you know?

Let me introduce you

to the future father-to-be, Vadim.

- Ivan. Nice to meet you. - Hello.

- I haven't forgotten, Ivan Borissovitch.

I'll stop by later.

- Nice meeting you, Jelena Jurjevna. - Do come by for a chat!

He's a special one, Nikiforova's husband.

- What did you say?

[door opens]

- How are you?

- What can I do for you?

- Oh, nothing. - Why are you here?

- Erm, I... I'm...

I'm sorry.

I didn't think. It was a reflex, I got scared, and...

and just freaked out and ran.

I... I made a mistake, what more can I say?

[he sighs]

- No, don't! - Come on!

Relax, relax. Relax!

[locks door]

Take it easy, don't be scared. - Go away!

- Please...

Lena... - Just go, I mean it!

- I can't stop thinking about you.

I only want you.

- Please, I want you. - Get off!

[she shrieks]

- Lena!

[panting, she unlocks the door]

Lena!

[door locks]

[panting]

[weeping]

[she sobs]

[panting]

- A ride?

- Lada Priora. Black. Eight-three-two.

Will be here in seven minutes.

- Or a black BMW... Six-three-six. Right away.

[phone buzzes and pings]

[SERGEY: THE SUBSCRIBER CAN NOW BE REACHED AGAIN.]

- The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.

Please try again later.

- Do you think we could drive by Vagonka?

- Mm-hm.

[dog barking]

- Stop there. Over there.

[Lena] Mm-hm.

- What are we doing here? - We'll just sit here for a few minutes.

- Long... enough to smoke a cigarette?

- You might smoke in here.

- You're right.

[phone ringing]

- Hello? - [Sergey] Hello?

- Yeah... I just need to know when you'll be at home.

- Not sure, we're moving Katya's closet right now.

We'll probably need about ten minutes.

- What? A closet? You're moving a closet?

- Yeah, we took it apart

so it's easier to take to the dumpster.

We're carrying it out now.

- Hello? Hello? - I'll call you back.

- Can we wait for two minutes?

- It's not a problem.

[she sighs]

- Come on, please drive.

Come on!

[fire crackling] - I mean, did you ever ask him,

if he had an affair or not?

If he says "yes' when I ask him, what should I do?

I know myself.

I couldn't stay with him any more.

- Is he smart...

...your husband?

- He's a clever one, yeah.

- Then I think he's clever enough.

- Why even bother asking the question?

[pouring drink] - And you've never done anything?

- No.

- Maybe now's a good time to start.

Cheers.

[classes clink]

- And your girlfriends?

Have they ever betrayed you? - What do you mean betray?

They were pretty open about cheating.

I sat with my girlfriend...

...just like I'm sitting beside you.

Talking about...

I don't know, silly, irrelevant stuff.

Sweet.

And then she says,

"What would you do If I cheated on you?"

I said, "I'd probably kill you!"

[he chuckles]

Then she was like,

"Now it's time to kill me."

And I didn't believe her...

...for about 40 minutes.

She tried her best, but...

...I just kept on shaking my head.

Then she convinced me. I packed my things and left.

I went back to her. I was 20.

- The first romance is such a special thing.

- After that, it's just everyday, regular chicks.

Like every other normal man, I too became a cheater.

- But why?

- In my opinion, saying that you won't cheat

is a childish, romantic thing.

Not everyone enjoys sex.

Sex... is the forbidden fruit,

not just what's there.

So, it's important no-one gets hurt in the process.

- You're saying he sees me as a normal woman,

nothing special. - [he sighs]

- According to your classification.

- Or it could be that he's nothing special to you.

[she chuckles]

- Yeah, maybe.

[she sighs slowly]

[he pours another drink]

OK?

I should probably go home now, Ivan.

[rock guitars rumbling quietly] ♪♪

["We're On Fire" by Oliver Price & Ben Ferrari] ♪♪

♪ When she told me that she was going

♪ We're on fire I don't mind

♪ Told me that she wants to be alone

♪ We're on fire I don't mind

♪ We're on fire... ♪

SVETLOGORSK - ZELENOGRADSK

- Svetlogorsk? - Gone there too often.

It's time...

for a different town.

[he chuckles]

[she laughs]

[phone pings]

- [chuckling] Sounds interesting!

VADIM NIKIFOROV: VADIM SENT A PHOTO.

DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME.

[phone pings]

An emergency?

- They'll have to manage the situation without me.

- You look so serious, lighten up!

- [she chuckles] - What's going on?

- Yeah, that's true,

because I'm the one who's driving.

[bottle cap pops off]

[waves crashing]

Sergey.

What's going on with our sex life?

- No clue.

- I mean, what's happened to it?

- I don't know.

Why? Because of the last time?

- No.

It's because of my...

For example, why aren't we sprawled out on the beach

making love in this very second?

- Hang on.

You don't wanna have sex.

- Really? How do you know what I want?

- I feel it.

Actually, it's just the opposite,

I don't feel anything coming from you no real desire,

no vibrations, no attraction.

I mean, even when you get home you're stressed.

- Oh, and you're the sex god?

Your sex vibes are so hot

they're burning up inside for me?

- Lena, I...

I just think that no sex is better than passionless sex.

When it's like, "You have to do what you have to do, so do it."

- So you're saying our sex isn't passionate?

Was that... all the time? Or is it just now?

- That's not at all what I'm saying.

I don't want you... ...or my friends

to think that I'm completely impotent or something.

If there's a problem, let me know. - Are you having an affair?

- What kind of an affair do you mean?

- I don't know. At work, maybe.

- You mean... - You know who she is.

- No...

I don't know. I'm not having an affair.

- And what about the frickin' car ride?

- What car ride are you talking about?

- Two weeks ago, I offered to drive you but you said "no."

- Ah...

OK...

Yeah, who was in the car?

I was walking and I heard a horn,

I bent down, and looked inside the car.

It was my friend Vovka. "Hey, Sergey..."

Then he dropped me off at work.

We said our goodbyes, and that was the end of it.

- And what about the 20 messages every day?

Were they from Vovka?

- OK, now I see what you're getting at...

Katya, right?

- Katya.

- Well, if you're already reading my texts, Lena...

...then you would be aware that they're irrelevant.

There's only normal work texts.

Jokes about the director,

what time are we meeting for morning and evening rehearsal,

everyday things like that. I'm know you can read, right?

- It's because... because I saw there were a lot.

But I didn't bother to read.

- You know what? If I had anything to hide from you,

then I would have probably set a passcode and be done with it.

That wouldn't have been a problem. - [she starts to cry]

- Or I would just erase all the messages.

- Then there was the one about the night...

- I don't get it, why are you crying?

You were there! It's a line from our play.

That's what Katya says at the end.

You watched it, didn't you?

[she sobs]

- I'm sorry...

I'm sorry. - What's wrong with you, Lena?

Why are you crying?

[she weeps convulsively]

Lena...

- Are you coming home late?

- Nah, at about seven... At the latest, eight.

So, if you need anything, I'm yours to boss around.

Should I buy groceries or anything?

- It's OK, I don't really want to take up

too much of your time.

Although...

...you could...

You could maybe take care of paying the rent.

- Oh, and check the mail,

you got something from the court.

What is it?

Is it a traffic ticket?

- [nervous laugh] Yeah.

A ticket, um...

'cause of the accident that I was in.

- Or was it something else?

- I guess they want me to call some number.

- Be careful!

Maybe you ran someone over with the car.

An act of jealousy.

[keys jangle]

[phone buzzes]

- OK, bye, then.

- Bye-bye.

[phone buzzes]

[she sighs]

[she sighs]

[phone buzzes]

VADIM NIKIFOROV: I WANT TO FUCK YOU HARD.

LENA, LENA... I'M BEGGING YOU.

BLOCK VADIM NIKIFOROV?

[door opening]

- What's up? Forgot your charger?

- What's wrong?

[he breathes deeply]

I love you...

...you know that?

That's good. - [she chuckles]

- That's enough...

[they chuckle]

All right, then. And I won't be back. - Yeah, go ahead.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

[water trickling]

[shower splashing]

[she moans quietly]

[mobile ringing]

Hello? - [Sergey] Hello, Lena.

It's taking longer than expected.

Till about... 11:30.

- Mm, that's fine.

- Are you already home?

- No, not yet...

I'm... just about to finish up here.

- Could you please make some eggplant?

With meat and garlic? - Mm-hm.

OK, I will.

- Only if it's not too much work for you.

- Yeah, yeah, sure, I'd love to do it.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

[rain dripping gently]

- [man] On the phone, huh?

How are you? How's the family?

Uh-huh.

All right. I just called to wish you happy birthday!

OK.

[he chuckles] OK, good.

OK, well, goodnight.

[doorbell ringing]

[door closes]

[she titters]

- Boy, that was an eventful...

[laughing] It... It was so weird!

[clattering]

[she giggles]

So first of all...

I lost my keys. - What happened to your phone?

- [chuckling] Yeah... I forgot my phone at work.

- Did... you go to work? - Wait, why?

- My jacket? - No, Sergey...

Come on!

I came home and changed my clothes!

This is...

What the hell?! I bought everything.

[laughing]

Look, here's...

the meat and the eggplant...

Bring me everything!

Exactly! Hand me the bag!

Or else the meat will spoil... [she giggles]

I don't know, it's just one of those days...

[laughing]

OK, so I come home...

Yep, and then I... begin to look for the keys.

There's nothing. In my handbag,

in the shopping bag, no keys.

And, then I just snapped, you know.

The... best alternative was to go the bar.

Like being on a speeding train.

That's what I feel like right now.

It's in my inner ear!

What did I wanna say?

Oh, yeah, I came directly here--

- Why didn't you come to the theater to pick up the keys?

You know I'm always there. - I told you, I flipped out because of...

What was I supposed to do?

And then I thought, "I'll get drunk!"

- Well, you definitely managed that.

- You were worried about me!

I'm sorry.

- Are you watching yourself in the mirror? - So what?

- It's annoying. - Ohh...

Is it really?

[chuckling]

[laughing]

I just tried to take a sip, and...

The cover! I guess I forgot...

...how to unscrew the cap!

No, no, no, I... I'm not hungry.

Thanks.

[she chuckles]

- Polina said that you didn't go to work at all today.

- What's up?

- I found this little piece of yours.

- So?

- Tell me, when did you wear it? [water stops]

The timing's been off...

so I put it in the drawer.

- Put it in the drawer?

It was definitely cleverly hidden.

- Not cleverly enough. You found it.

Could you please hand me the towel?

- Get dressed.

Come out.

Now sit down.

[she sighs gently]

[they both gasp softly]

[she moans rhythmically]

- Sergey...

Slower. Slower.

Yeah like that... Right there.

- Come here!

[panting]

[both panting]

- Good morning.

- Jelena Jurjevna?

Sadly, we couldn't reach you yesterday.

Mrs. Slyusarenko was given to Nazarova.

- But why?

- And Mrs. Chazova has also switched. - Good morning.

- What? She left?

- Would you mind filling this out, please? - Left me, too?

- Yeah, she'd... like to go to a different doctor.

- OK. Bye, then.

Good morning.

One second.

- [she sniffs] Jelena...

Are you married?

- Yes.

- Well, I'm no longer married.

- What do you mean?

- Due to the fact that I won't want him

after a slut like you has been with him.

Why aren't you looking at me?

- I didn't know he was your husband.

I've only seen him twice in my entire life.

The second time was when I met you.

- It's because you screw first, right?

First you screw him, and then after that you ask his name?

- Why bother asking?

- You're telling me that despicable filth

that he's been texting to you,

that's all after a fucking one-night stand?

What is it? What did you do to him?

I want to know every dirty detail.

Tell me. You have my full attention.

Come on, tell us. What do you do best?

Squeezing or tensing some muscles down there?

Are you known as the best cocksucker in town? - Get out of here!

- No, you're gonna move your ass out of here.

From now on, you'll be working where you belong,

the street corner!

I put it on the net, you know what that means?

I wrote down everything,

so the world knows who and what you are!

I hope you know you'll never have another patient,

do you understand?

Why aren't you saying anything?!

You can spread your fucking legs for a married man,

and that's the extent of it?

- You don't even love your husband.

- And of course you love your husband, right?

[post-punk rock thundering] ♪♪

["Obsessed" by Lactic Acid] ♪♪

♪ I'm suffocating in this dump

♪ You're not hippy I'm not punk

♪ I'm so jealous cause I'm numb

♪ We'll die together on my mark... ♪

- Oopsie! [he laughs]

What is that? What would you say to that?

[laughing] Would you look at that?!

It's password protected.

- Sergey.

- A telephone... [he laughs] with so many secrets.

What is that?! Hey...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just relax. Take it easy, Lena!

Hey, come here!

Come to me!

Come to me!

Oh, yeah! What is that, Lena?

Come on, give me your leg!

What's wrong with you!

- You're plastered!

- What? - Plastered.

- What? - Plastered!

- Tell me...

was he sober, the guy that you were banging?

- Who? - The man who's your patient's husband...

Or were there many more?

Ahh... Yeah, I knew it!

[turns music up]

[slap]

What?

- It all happened so fast.

- Oh, come on, Lena.

I'm begging you, please don't try make to excuses,

it'll only get worse. - I told you everything, exactly like it was.

I was angry when I left the repair shop.

- Yeah, yeah. You were angry. I get it. Yeah.

Yeah... - I was really mad at you,

that you had visited the museum with Katya and not me...

...who you're not attracted to.

And then I thought...

it would be better if you meant less.

- Was he at least the kind of man you like?

- [she sighs] But I had such a bad conscience afterwards.

- Lena, I don't give a shit about your goddamn conscience.

That's not what this is about.

Did you put his dick in your mouth?

Did you suck his dick or not?

- I don't think we need to talk about that.

- What a load of bullshit! We need to talk about it!

Details, please!

You're pretending as if it never happened,

you don't wanna deal with it.

- That's not true. - But you know it's the truth!

- Why the details? What difference does it make?

[he sighs brokenly]

- Lena, there is a huge difference

between a lay-me-down-in-the-bed fuck

and a quick fuck!

What's wrong? Why aren't you speaking?

You don't wanna talk to me at all? - It's hard for me.

- Yeah? And why is it hard?

- Well, it could be damaging.

- Damaging? Are you serious?!

Lena, don't you think enough has been damaged already?

And it's not just about sex or a blow job now, is it?

Damn it, no, it's because we've grown apart

like two strangers!

Do you seriously think that I think, "What a nasty slut?"

And then say, "Kiss my ass and go to hell!"

- No, I think subconsciously you thought it could be--

- Well that's because you're always judging yourself, Lena!

- No. - Yes!

Would it be painful for you

to hear details like that about me, Lena?

- Yes.

- It isn't painful for me.

It turns me on to know that you're a fucking whore.

Yeah, because as a matter of fact,

it does really turn me on.

The thought, that you, Lena...

Because my wife...

Because you're a fucking whore.

Maybe I'm a pervert! I don't know.

I don't know.

Get your fucking hand off me!

I want to know how your lover came.

Did he come inside of you, Lena?

- In a condom.

[he sighs in exasperation]

- So you didn't give him a luxurious fuck, now, did you?

In a condom. That's like a third-class train ticket.

[he laughs]

Mmm.... beh!

[he cackles]

So why didn't you let him come in your mouth? Why?

But when you were hot and horny,

I'm sure that you really enjoyed it, didn't you, Lena?

- No.

- But it was different when you lost your keys,

there you were horny, right?

Wait, are you saying that you only sucked his dick

to feel good about yourself?

Huh?

[she sobs quietly]

Sad.

- Don't go, Sergey!

- Enough.

Get the fuck out!

[car bleeps happily]

[engine chokes]

[engine turns over, rumbling]

[she sighs]

- Oh, shit!

Could it be true? - Yeah.

- If it's not true, let's fight them,

let's take them to the courts, I don't know...

- But it's true.

- Congratulations.

Welcome to the cheaters club.

- You don't understand.

- Oh, actually I do.

I understand it very well. I am even...

[he laughs]

...pretty impressed.

That's a real strong debut.

Wait a minute, did this start before

or after your consultation with her?

- It began after.

- My God.

Would you say it's...

...real love?

- [wry chuckle] An unfortunate accident.

- Huh. Unfortunate, that's true.

- You know what?

It'll all be forgotten in a week.

You don't have to worry about your reputation.

- Reputation doesn't matter to me.

It's just that I don't want you to go.

[long, deep sigh]

- There are so many things that we don't want, hm?

Come on, now, Ivan, please sign.

- Hi, Ivan.

Lena, just a minute.

- I think we're done. Have a good one.

[waves crashing]

[she cries softly]

- I love you.

[she sobs]

[Lena] I love you.

[bird tweeting]

["Back Together" by Metronomy] ♪♪

♪ You and I Have got to get

♪ Back to-ge-ther... ♪

- We'll move to Moscow, or... St. Petersburg.

- To move isn't the best choice.

Um... I could take your family name,

and start to work in a different clinic.

- That's a good idea.

♪ Hey girl Who, me?

♪ Yeah, you

♪ I've been loving what I see you do at grad school

♪ Perhaps you'd come to lunch with me

♪ I'm sure I'll find some time inside my diary ♪

And the man, the husband. Would you do it again?

I mean, would you fuck another stranger?

- We made an agreement, Sergey, that we--

- I didn't say anything. I'm just curious.

It might just be who you are, it's in your nature.

I'm not trying to be mean, or accuse you of anything.

[synth drums get louder] ♪♪

♪ You and I

♪ Have got to

♪ Get back to-ge-ther

♪ You and I

♪ Have got to

♪ Get back to-ge-ther

♪ Ooh! And even when I'm low on time

♪ I swear, I'll spend it with you boy

♪ You needn't worry, it's all right

♪ I swear, I'll spend it with you

♪ And even when I'm low on time

♪ I swear, I'll spend it with you, boy

♪ You needn't worry, it's all right

♪ I swear, I'll spend it with you... ♪

[music fades]

[digital pop music] ♪♪