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-Lesha, I can't anymore.

Lesha, stop.

Lesha, stop it! It hurts.

My stomach!

SUBTITLES BY: S.GUSHCHINA, N.PETRULEVICH, A.KNYAZEVA, E.KOVRIGHNYKH, A.TOLOKEVIH,

K.FREGER, E.FIRSOVA, I.CHISTYAKOVA

My stomach hurts.

-Something's always hurting you. -Sorry.

Lesha?

I really do have a splitting headache.

-But your stomach was hurting just now.

What else?

Heart? Kidneys?

Spleen, leg... -No, don't start.

Please. -What?

I feel like a sadistic rapist.

-Not now.

Let's just get some sleep now.

-'Not now'... Hmm.

When will 'now' be?

EXPRESSIVE SONG IN ENGLISH

-Motya, we're under observation, so take the sign off the door,

before our committee makes an early decision.

-I'll do it. -Greetings to the temporarily unemployed!

-Hello! -Greetings.

-Chief, your coffee. -Let's go, we need to talk.

-Well done!

-Maybe this committee can be persuaded to work?

Who's their disco king? I think 500-600 will solve the problem.

-Good suggestion. I'm not your daddy.

-Got it.

Temych, do you like it here or what? Let me rent you an apartment,

a decent one. Why are you sleeping on a cot here like a bum?

-That's funny coming from a guy who lives in hotels.

-So what? Got tired of it, switched. Imagine, the bar refills itself.

Where are you off to? -The committee's in an hour.

-Oh, it's in an hour already... Well, good luck!

-Excuse me, is Streletsky seeing patients? -Unfortunately, not at the moment.

Call back in a couple of days. -Great! Let's go.

-Wait. -Sorry.

-We need your help. -I'm sorry, I'm not a psychologist,

but he is. -Come on.

-Good luck. -We were recommended to you by friends.

Maybe you'll take us on?

-The thing is, I've been temporarily banned from practicing.

And it seems the help is needed not by you, but by your wife.

You dragged her here against her will. You can't help someone

who doesn't want it. -She does. She really does!

I'm begging you, please. Let's do it off the record. I'll pay.

Come to our salon on Malaya Gruzinskaya, 20.

We work there every day until evening.

-I'll think about it. -Thank you.

-Please, don't treat this like a kangaroo court.

Our task is to determine whether the method

used by Streletsky Jr. poses a danger to clients.

-Esteemed colleagues, we haven't been idle either, so to speak.

We spoke with some clients who were previously treated

by Streletsky. The methods that Mr. Streletsky uses

are unjustifiably risky. -That's right. In essence,

I suggested one client cut his wrists, another to have sex

in a public place, and locked the third in a shed and set it on fire.

-And you consider these methods justified?

-Absolutely. I solved the problems they came to me with.

-I believe if he helps people and it works,

then there's nothing to discuss. -I had a client

prone to anorexia, whom Artem Alexandrovich pulled out of it

in a single session. -Each individual problem requires

an individual approach and length of therapy.

And the young man is setting records. This isn't a sport, after all.

-You're already buried in your standards. The question is, does this method work

or not. -Yes, it's a radical method,

but it worked. -But open his criminal case,

it describes in detail for innovators like you...

-What the defendant did was a mistake based on the belief

in the uniqueness of his own method. And the price of such a mistake could be

a person's death.

-...This method is dangerous not only for people who turn

to Artem for help, but it can also be...

-Then all psychology is dangerous.

-Even if this scum is shot, no one will bring my son back.

-You're putting the dubious healing of one anorexic on the same level

as the death of a client...

MURMURING IN THE COURTROOM -These are my children!

-It's unknown how far he can go in his delusions of grandeur

and omnipotence. -What delusions of grandeur! Then any...

MURMURING IN THE COURTROOM

...you don't hear...

-Comrade!

-Enough! Sergey Borisovich is actually right in many ways.

After all, Streletsky's client died precisely because of the method.

-Allow me to say a few words. Artem is my son, it's in some ways

my responsibility. The provocative method, which I personally consider

charlatanism, has led to irreparable consequences. And our

task is very simple - to make sure this tragedy doesn't happen again.

-Hello? Matvey, I'll wait for you in half an hour at the shopping center on Polezhaevskaya.

OMINOUS MUSIC

Come here.

Stay here.

-In short, there were no pirozhki. Only sausage rolls.

And those are almost gone.

- Thanks. - I got you coffee.

- What are you doing here? - Sorry, a boy got lost...

- Leave the premises! - ...a hairy little boy.

- Leave the premises. - There he is!

Thank you very much!

- So, you came after all? - And you really didn't want that, did you?

Where's your husband?

What did he want to talk about?

The husband wants to solve a problem. The wife doesn't. In 90% of cases,

these problems are about sexual relations.

What are you afraid of?

- I'm not afraid of anything. And I have nothing to hide.

Yes, we have some minor problems in bed, but I'm not interested in that.

There are many other amazing, wonderful things to do.

- Of course. The main thing is that your partner thinks the same way.

- That's for dogs.

- So, she's not giving it up?

- Well, basically it rarely happens at all.

- For some, even three times a day is rare. Be specific.

- Once every two months. - How does she explain that?

Tiredness? - Well, yes, mostly tiredness.

Well, the classics: stomach ache, headache...

- Has it always been like this? - Uh-huh. From the very beginning.

She's never been interested in sex. - How long have you been married?

- Four years. And at first I thought that somehow it would all

get better, work out. - Don't you think she's cheating on you?

- No, come on! No. Alina... No, well...

Firstly, we're always together - at work, at home. Physically too.

Why would she do that if she doesn't get any pleasure from it?

pleasure? - Does she have any hobbies?

What does she do in her free time? - Salsa. I don't know, is that a hobby?

- Do you go with her? - No, what kind of dancer am I!

- You should. Next time, go with her. Let's see what happens.

Good luck.

We need to talk.

No, I won't come. It won't work in the office either. If they catch us,

they'll think I'm working, and they'll kick me out of the union.

Let's meet... at the shopping center at "Polezhaevskaya" in half an hour.

Hi, Dad. - Hi.

Strange place for a meeting. Maybe we should sit down?

- No thanks, I've done enough sitting. - Can we skip the illusions?

- Sorry. Actually, I... wanted to apologize.

Maybe I really was wrong about something.

But you can't do that either, Dad. I'm still your son.

You understand what this commission will lead to.

They'll ask the police to investigate. Any violation and I'm back in jail.

- But you have a way out - you can stop at any moment.

- Why are you saying that? You understand that I have nothing,

except this job.

- Listen, don't try to con me. I'm not your client, you don't need to

Stop playing games. I see right through you.

-And what do you see? -I see a man

who never learned to simply enjoy life.

To feel happy, you need to keep everyone

under control, manipulate them, provoke them.

That's what makes you happy. And that's all you do.

-Well, I wasn't born this way. You raised me like this.

-Yes, I didn't give you enough time.

And I don't deny that's partly my fault.

But you're not a boy anymore, and you should understand the nature of your problems.

-Dad, what can I do to get you to stop putting me down?

Why are you doing this to me? We're family.

Do you want me to get down on my knees in front of you right now?

-Listen, stop clowning around. It's time you learned to admit your mistakes.

-And then I can be just like you? And torture clients with empty chatter,

making thirty grand an hour?

-Why have you become like this? Don't you see that everything

around you is falling apart? Everything you touch crumbles.

You don't know how to build relationships. You couldn't even make

anything work with Dasha.

-Maybe. But maybe it's a copied behavioral pattern?

-Copied? -You also drove Mom

crazy, in a way. -Me?!

-Let's not argue about this right now. Or are we going to figure out

why she's gone? -Are you saying I was involved

in your mother's death? -I think it's obvious.

We never talked about it, to avoid bringing the problem out into the open.

-What are you talking about! -Dad, she got sick because

she felt like you didn't care about her. You always treated her

like a servant. Your brilliant career came first,

and then, far away, there was Mom and me. -Do I have to listen to this

from someone who hasn't visited her grave once?

-I have nothing to do there. I'm not trying to take care

of a non-existent person to get rid of a guilt complex.

-Stop it! -You need to hear this

for therapeutic purposes. -Shut your mouth!

-In a way, you killed her! Killed her, Dad, killed her! We both know it!

-Sorry. -Feel better?

-There's nothing sacred about you.

But I have to give you credit, you know how to provoke.

But that's all you're capable of.

-If you want to confess, two free sessions for you.

-Hello! Artem, this is Alexey from the pet salon. She doesn't want to go

salsa dancing with me. I don't know what to do anymore.

-Hold on with the whining. What was her reasoning?

-She said we're together all the time, that we need to take a break

from each other. -Let's call each other later.

-Wait, do I need to do something?

-Try masturbation, it helps.

Hi. Come in.

Matyush, get us some tea.

So. -We missed kindergarten yesterday,

and today we came, and they told us that some maniac came,

who introduced himself as my ex-husband, and now he's trying

to kidnap Kiryusha. Streletsky, are you out of your mind?

-Ugh, your vocabulary has changed, and not for the better.

-Why are you doing this? -You don't answer calls,

you refuse to meet. I had to resort to drastic measures.

-Hello. -Hello! I brought the money

for the previous session. -Thank you, give it to me.

CONVERSATION IS INAUDIBLE

-I can feel it. I want to be with you, with our son.

-How many times do I have to say it, he's not your son.

-Then whose is he? -Is this an interrogation? I'm not your client.

-He appeared exactly 8.5 months ago...

-Listen up, when you went to prison, I had many men,

I slept with everyone left and right. Got it? If you come near

me or the child, you'll go back to jail! I promise you! Got it?!

-A client? -Ex-wife.

-Ooh... Intense relationship. -Sorry, but it's not my business anymore.

And probably not yours either. -Yes?

-Yes. -Too bad. And I thought we'd gossip.

-No. -Okay, tell him,

tell him I'm here.

-Artem Alexandrovich, Valeria is here to see you.

Boss, can you hear me?

Boss...

Are you alright?

-Tell her I'll be right there. -Okay.

-Hi! -What happened?

-No, nothing happened, I just came to thank you.

And to apologize. I don't always express myself correctly.

-Correct expressions aren't needed, they're camouflage for emotions,

they only drive the problem inward. -Yes, you truly are a master.

I sincerely admire you. -Likewise, but there will be no sex.

-We're past that! But that doesn't mean we can't go out for a drink!

To celebrate my healing.

-Book us a table at a restaurant for eight in the evening.

-You just got back from vacation! -What do you mean, just got back?

It's been a month already! Besides, I'm not asking for vacation pay,

just at my own expense. And the tickets are already bought, the dates are set.

-Natasha, this is work! You understand?! You can't just pack up and leave

in an unknown direction! How could you, Natasha!

-Why unknown? It's very well known, to Bali.

-Fabulous?

-Oh please, you're the best boss in the world...

I promise, I'll make up for everything.

Can I?..

Please... -Alright, what can you do with you.

-Streletsky, unfortunately, is temporarily unavailable. No,

No exceptions. Goodbye!

-Today at 5 p.m., be at 20 Malaya Gruzinskaya Street,

near the pet salon. Keep an eye on the girl who came in this morning. She tells me

she goes to salsa, but I doubt it.

-Okay. Though, I'm not very good at tailing people.

-You'll learn.

And, uh... Get us some blinds. -What am I gonna get them with?..

-Maybe caviar, maybe a thigh.

You can get a discount, if you know what I mean...

Bro, check out the website, pick a tattoo, I won't be

taking anyone else today. -I'd rather wait.

-What's the point in waiting? I'm telling you, I'm not working today.

Okay. -Mobilis in...

-In constant motion. From 'Captain Nemo', I'll tell you later.

-Changing in motion, to be exact.

Mobilis in mobile.

-You know Latin? -Yes. And spiritual practices too.

-Good for you. -You, as I understand,

are also a great expert. -Suppose so.

-And do you know how to properly mess with an 18-year-old girl's head?

-Listen, sweetie, let's continue this tomorrow.

Come around four o'clock, we'll pick everything out and start working.

-Too bad. -I'll text you!

I'll text you. -See you tomorrow!

-Bye. -Bye!

-Well, who are you? -Your girlfriend's brother.

Katya Streletskaya.

-So what? So, Katya Streletskaya's brother. What's next? What do you want?

-The older you get, the more you're interested in

girls significantly younger than you. First it was 25-year-olds,

then 20-year-olds, now they're... 18.

And they're a little old too, right?

An article is looming ahead.

-What are you talking about? I... don't understand you at all.

-A couple of guesses. Did your mother die early?

Or did she leave for good when you were little? And your dad was constantly changing

new partners, and quite young ones. And as soon as you got used

to a new mommy, he'd throw her out. You're copying his behavior pattern.

But there's also some kind of... traumatic event.

Did he screw your girlfriend?..

Or you, your next mommy?

-Are you a telepath or something? -Almost... A psychologist.

If you want to get treated, come see me. I'll take you.

With a discount, if you know what I mean.

And you better not go near Katya, I'll turn you inside out!

GREEK MUSIC

TENSE MUSIC

-Have a good evening!

-Not bad here, huh?

Better than the cemetery.

-This isn't a session anymore. You don't need my help anymore.

You've burned everything that was holding you back.

-Honestly, if... if you don't count the moment I was told

that he died, it was the worst night of my life.

But I have to admit, you did it, Artyom Alexandrovich.

-You did it.

You let him go.

-Okay, you've convinced me.

I'll write a positive review.

What about you? -What?

-Well, you need help yourself. Don't you?

Maybe you don't realize it yet, but you really need it.

-Now is a good time to start a new relationship.

But not with me.

-What makes you think I need a new relationship?

Especially with you. -You got rid of old

attachments and instinctively looking for new ones.

Just believe me: you need another target.

-I see.

What does modern science say about friendship between men and women?

-You and I both know very well how that usually ends.

-Who are you saving yourself for?

-It may sound strange, but I don't sleep with everyone who invites me

to a restaurant.

-So insightful, so imperturbable.

You must feel like God sometimes, right?

-I'm just correcting His mistakes.

-And we're all one big mistake.

CAR HONKING

-Next time, don't let Charlie run like that.

-I'll try. -Please. And sign up right now,

or you might not get in again later.

Is that you again?

Katya.

-One question. Why the group for the elderly?

I have a theory. They move slower.

And that's convenient for a tired woman. Or what other options are there?

-There's just a very good teacher there. A real Cuban.

What's it to you anyway? -What do you do after dancing?

-What do you mean?

-I asked my assistant to follow you.

I know it's not right, but... what can you do.

And here you go into... a hotel.

Okay. After all, what's wrong with sleeping with old men.

As long as they're alive, no one should have any complaints.

-Wait.

Are you going to tell him everything now?

-No, I won't tell him.

-Every time I tell myself that this will never happen again.

Every time it happens again and again.

I'm really scared that Lyosha will find out about this.

-I understand. If I were attracted to grandmothers, I'd be worried too.

-Am I sick? -You have a very deep trauma,

that you don't want to heal.

-I do.

-Someone significantly older than you seduced you as a child.

Father?

-I was taken to my grandfather's for the summer. He had his own house.

-Look, you as a little girl.

-It started when I was about eight years old, I guess.

I begged my mom not to leave me with him.

She would say, 'Grandpa loves you.

Grandpa loves you very much.'

She had no idea what she was talking about.

And I was afraid to tell her the truth.

Afraid.

I dreamed he would die.

I hated him.

I felt bad, ashamed, disgusted.

Only at 15 was I able to escape from this hell.

I moved to another city, went to college, and met Lyosha.

I never saw my grandfather again. He died five years ago. I didn't even go to

his funeral.

And then a man appeared... Igor Vladlenovich.

-Elderly? -Well... he was 65.

We accidentally slept together.

And then it all started.

I couldn't stop. I found those dances...

I don't like old men. -Of course, you don't.

And subconsciously you want them to die.

And that thought excites you a lot.

One can argue a lot about the effectiveness and legitimacy

of one or another method of psychotherapy, but the real reason we are

gathered here today is completely different. It's about a banal settling

of scores. The fact is that this commission was initiated by one person.

This same person regularly gave interviews to tabloid publications

about my arrest, fueling interest in the community's problems.

This same person attacked me in a public place

in the presence of witnesses.

And this same person can't forgive me for helping a client,

whom he couldn't help for several months.

So please tell me, what are we discussing here today: issues

of professional ethics concerning the entire community, or a family quarrel,

that for some reason has gone beyond the home?

That's all I have.

Dad...

Dad, wait!

I hope you're a professional, you understand me. I didn't mean what I said about Mom.

So relax, I don't blame you.

-It's probably hard for you to understand, but everything I do, I do

For you, so you don't destroy yourself. I love you.

And I will always love you, no matter what.

SAD MUSIC

PHONE RINGING

VIBRATING TONE

PHONE RINGING

-Aren't you tired of bothering me? -Pash, what's wrong? It's me...

You were supposed to pick me up 20 minutes ago.

-I don't owe anyone anything, got it? -What happened?

Did I do something? Ask your brother.

-What do you mean? Can you at least explain it to me?

-That's it, forget this number.

SAD MUSIC

-Hello. -Hello.

-We have an appointment with Alina for a haircut.

-Okay, I'll call her now. -Uh-huh.

-Alina, you have a client.

-Hello. -Hi.

We'd like to give him a nice haircut.

-Oh, you're such a good boy!

-What's your name? -Gladiator.

-Gladiator? What an unusual name. I meant you.

-Evgeny Vasilyevich. -Nice to meet you. I'm Alina.

-Nice to meet you too.

STREET NOISE

-Tell me, can we do this simply, without words?

Just like that, and that's it, no need for anything... DOOR OPENS

Sorry, I'll call you back. What did you say to him?

-First of all, hello. Secondly, what an older brother should say

to a scumbag who's messing with his sister's head.

-Pasha is not a scumbag! And I need to think about you.

-I understand, because of your age, you don't understand very well

people, but believe me, he's not the best option for you.

-For me, exactly! Not for you. Leave us alone! Just get lost.

-If I'm wrong, go to your Pavel's tattoo parlor tomorrow at 4 PM

and see for yourself...

At 4 PM tomorrow!

-Now... Now, Alina, wait. What, what?

What happened? -It's... it'll pass.

My heart skipped a beat. It'll pass, it'll pass.

Phew. Yes, it'll pass.

-Do you have any medicine? -No. Better...

-Maybe you have some pills?

-Better call this number. I have special insurance.

It'll pass, don't worry. Are you sure I should call?..

Hello! Someone here is feeling sick... Alina!..

TENSE MUSIC

-Evgeny Vasilyevich! Evgeny Vasilyevich!

SUPPRESSING A SCREAM

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

-Sorry to interrupt. -What are you doing here? Are you following

me? Can you help? It's like this...

-Of course, I can, that's why I came. -Please, help me!

-Evgeny Vasilyevich! Bravo! -What 'bravo'? He's dead. Huh?!

-Bravo!

Whoa! Very convincing performance. Talent!

-What is this, a show? -Alina, don't be angry with me,

don't be angry. -Are you making fun of me?

Are you making fun of me? -Calm down! Quiet, calm down!

There's a concept called creative therapy. Let's consider this a variation on the theme.

A wonderful actor, right? -I'll tell Lesha everything!

-Yeah?

Don't worry, we won't tell Lesha anything.

But you and I need to take a walk. [SOBBING]

-This is very cruel. -I understand. But you've experienced a very

severe trauma. We had two treatment options: either talk about it long and tediously,

or provoke another stress to quickly remove

the painful symptoms. You subconsciously wished your

partners dead. You've now felt what it would be like if

your wish came true. Is that pleasant?

-Pleasant?! -Well, that means everything's fine.

-Wait. What am I supposed to do now?

-Go back to your husband, live long and happily. Everything will be fine.

And periodically with orgasms.

Say hi to your husband.

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