All language subtitles for Nelyubov

Alexander Rodnyansky & Gleb Fetisov

present

a film by ANDREY ZVYAGINTSEV

LOVELESS

- Guys! Wait for me!

- They're here, to check the flat.

Clean your mess.

- Hello!
- Good evening. - Please come in.

- I'll give the shoe-covers right away.

- No no, please, for heaven's sake.

- It's a nice district here.

Good environment.

There will be a new metro station soon,
and a mall is nearby.

- A church was build there recently.

- A church is good.

What about the neighbours?

- They're quiet.

- Why are you selling the flat?

- We're divorcing.

- Oh... I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- Alright, what's there?

- Here's a bathroom.

- Mhm.

- And a toilet there.

- And what's here?

- It's a bedroom.

- How many square meters?

-18.

- And here?

- A living room.

- How many square meters over here?

-25.

-25?

-25.

- What's next?

- Well... Here we have a children-room.

- I see.

- Say hello to the people!

- Hello.

- He's 12 but what a wild man.

- You've got a real man growing, what do you expect.

- A real man... Cries for no reason.

- Mom...
- Don't "Mom" me, how many times must tell you!

- Could you remind me how many
square meters in total?

-85.4.
- Right.

- Mm, I see.

[TV, indistinct]

- Hi.

Relaxing?

- What do you care?

- I don't.

So? Did they come?

- They said they'd think.

- I see.

- And what about you?

Have you thought?

- About what?

- What do you mean? You're the mother.

- I'm so tired of you...

- He really needs a mother.

- At this age he needs a father more.

On the other hand,
knowing what kind of father you are...

He likes it in the camp,
he'll like it in the boarding school as well. Very similar.

He'll join the army one day,
so why not start getting used to.

And what did you want?

You wanted it to be the usual way?

You hit it and quit it, you shit here, shit there,
and she'll clean up the mess, right?

No no, it won't happen that way.

I'm gonna move on as well.

Heard of equality?

- Do you even understand that they'll get to us?

Who's gonna get to you?
You can get to anybody yourself.

- Juvenals.

Social workers, I don't know, some child psychologists...

Fucking ombudsmen!

- Then keep him, don't torture yourself.

- You'll have more problems, you're the mother!

- You decided to care about me?

Oh thank you.

Juvenals...

Juvenals will be only too happy.

It's like saving a newborn out of a fire.

House's burnt, family's ruined, and a baby got saved.

Ombudsman's act of bravery.

- Well maybe... We should talk with your mother again?

- Talk to yours, at a seance.

I've talked to mine already,
I don't want to do it again, thank you.

- And the Beard is going to find out...

- Oh now I get it!

How stupid I was to think
that you're worrying about the kid!

How funny would it be if you get fired
from your precious work, huh?

Of course, sending his own son
to an orphanage!

That's so un-Christian, so un-Orthodox, right?
The Beard won't approve, right?

Oh my, oh my... What are you gonna do?
That's when I'll be laughing at you...

- Enough!

- Look how decisive he is!

- What?

What are you looking at?

Stop gritting your teeth.

- I've fucking had it with you.

- Bastard.

- So when are we gonna tell him about it?

- We?

What do you mean "we"?

You're gonna tell!

Yeah, you'll tell whenever you want,
if you want you can wake him up now and tell!

Come on! Go ahead.

Bastard.

Enough, stop it, don't talk anymore to me about it.

Don't talk to me at all!
I can't stand you anymore, literally!

Move out already, how long can you be waiting!

If you're so greedy, I can hire the movers for you!

So that they move away your goddamned junk.

Get the fuck out!
What are you hanging around here? It's long over!

- I have the same rights as you!

- Yeah, yeah, you do! You'll get what's yours anyway!

Dammit.

Piece of shit.

[TV, indistinct]

- I'm not hungry anymore.

- Eat it up. Why should I throw it away?

- I'm not hungry anymore!

- Drink your hot chocolate.

Why so groggy? Are you sick?

- I'm not groggy.

- Okay, leave it, I'll put it away.

And where is a "Thank you"?

- Thank you.

The Parliament members require that the Governor Poltavchenko

as well as the Press Committee of the Smolny, quote:

"Take measures to counteract the media increasing

mass hysteria", and now the punch line:

"and to overlook the issue of indictment

of the end-of-the-world propaganda." end of quote.

In case you didn't know,

according to the 9th century Mayan calendar,

the end of the world should happen

on the planet Earth - and Leningrad region is no exception -

on December, 21 of this year

after the widely celebrated

day of the KGB serviceman.

The deputy Gorshechnikov believes that

eschatological moods are prevailing in our society

while the journalists in pursue of ratings

are, another quote: "Feeding into

mass hysteria." end of quote.

And while it's fall...

- Watch where you're going,

asshole.

...many in Petersburg are suffering from depression

and the end-of-world predictions may

encourage certain compatriots of Pushkin and Putin

to seek solace in drugs and alcohol

and others to more drastic ways of self-medication

like crime or suicide.

Sorry.

Fifth, please.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

Hey there.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Bon appetit.
- Thank you.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

-215 roubles.

- Hey, in case the family status
of an employee of the company changes,

will they find out up there?

- Sooner or later.

During some team-building or company party.

Because everybody has to be
with a family, with children.

And why do you ask?

- Just curious.

During all this time I've been working here,
I've never seen anybody divorce.

- That's because it's our corporate policy.

You know it.

People divorce only due to
some natural reasons.

Death and so on.

- So you mean nobody ever got divorced?

Last New year's, on a corporate party

one of the IT guys

brought a fake wife

with two daughters.
- No way.

- Because he got divorced with his real wife.

This is how he dealt with the situation.

- Wow.

- Where he found a fake wife -

I don't know.

Maybe hired.

Looks like nobody found out about it yet.

He still works here.

Maybe he remarried.

- I see.

So, if you divorce and then quickly remarry,
no one will notice?

- If your families aren't too close friends.

- My family isn't.

- Then who cares.

- Well, yeah.

Look, and where from do you know about this IT guy?

- Well, first of all,

he's not an IT guy.

I said it on purpose.

He's from a different department,

don't ask from which.

Second of all,

I know it from the source.

Well, you got it.

By the way,
I haven't talked to him for a long time,

no time.

Just

saying hello to each other, sometimes.

- You won't tell anybody, right?

- Just like during a confession, don't worry.

- What do you think,
will there be the end of the world?

- For sure.

Will you hand me some material to work with?

Have anything?

God said we must share.

- Maybe I'll get something in the evening.

- This will be mutually beneficial, don't worry.

- Mhm.

- Oh my...

- He's worrying a lot.

- Good, let him worry.

- He's suffering, poor guy.

- Good. They are all great at messing things up,
how about cleaning up their mess?

- You think he's worrying about the kid?

Yeah, right.

Ha has loans from the bank, he's afraid of getting fired.

You know, his boss is all so Orthodox, to the bone.

- A fundamentalist?

- Mhm.

Has a huge beard and wears a Brioni suit.

- A glamorous guy?

- Indeed.

He started an Orthodox shariah there.

You get a job only if you're married.

And baptized, of course.

And during our vacations we had a pilgrimage
all around the temples.

- Yeah, I remember. On the other hand,

it's kind of cool. Exotic.

- Oh come on, it's so boring.

- Bend your leg.

- But they pay him well.

So, as I see, he's really getting nervous.

- You think he can really get fired?

- The hell I know.

I really hope.

- And what about the alimony?

- Ouch!

Are you kidding me?

- Hey, there's very little left, relax.

My friend told me once

that her boss is fond of extreme sports.

- Really?
- Yes.

So he's taking them sky-diving or canoeing

or skiing.

- Skiing is cool.

- Well...

My friend broke her knee,

so she had to wear a cast for half a year.

Goodbye to the ligament.

- That's brutal...

- So some of them started buying
certificates on the internet

about the heart condition
or the blood-pressure.

- And?
- They got fired.

- If you're ill, go to a hospital.
- Holy crap.

- So, thes temples of yours,

those prayers - all that is still bearable.
Turn over.

- Well, I don't know. I think...

Vacations mean summer, sunshine, a beach,

an all-inclusive hotel...

- And what does your new boyfriend say about this?

- He's fine with it.

He's so, you know, current.

- Well, he has the money,

he's healthy. Why not be current?

- Knock on the wood...

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna jinx it.

- I'm not superstitious, too, it was just a reflex.

- So, is he divorced? Any kids?

- Yeah. Divorced 3 years ago.

The daughter is grown-up, she's studying abroad,

in Portugal, I think.

And works there, too.

- And how old is he?

-47.

- He's looking good.

- He does tai chi.

Doesn't smoke, almost doesn't drink.

- I'm even jealous.

- So, shall I trim it?
- Just a bit.

- And how does he feel about your boy?

- Nothing in particular.

Looks like this boy of mine hates me.

He's just like his father.

Even starts to smell like him.

- Secondary sexual characteristics,
he's growing up.

And did you want him to stay an angel
all the time?

- He may look like an angel,
- Oh, hi, will you wait?

- But he's actually all so spiky,

he almost tore me during childbirth -
didn't want to get out.

I was in labor for almost 24-hours.

- Yeah, the life is hard...

Just like my tyke.

Everytime I look at her I realize a sad fact

that she's just like her father.

I hope he died there in his Kapotnya.

- Look.

- Yeah...

But you know, she doesn't drink.

I told her I'd kill her right away.

She's a girl of a character.

But not like her father, more like his mother.

She's such a bitch.

- I forgot, how old is your daughter?

-19, but she's real stupid.

Well no, she's smart,

she finished the school, exams,

but doesn't want to study anymore,
no matter what you do.

All she wants is to roam around.

I tell her: "If you get pregnant, your life is ruined.

Don't count on me".
And she says: "I have safe sex".

- Well, at least that.

- I don't know how she's going to live her life.

No profession, no desire whatsoever.

I tell her: "Who do you want to be?"
"A member of Parliament".

I say: "Study while you still have time".

She says: "You don't need to study to be an MP".

What can I say.

- So your daughter is clever!

- It's because she's just like me.

- Yes?

- Zhenya, come downstairs, please.

- Mhm.

- Why you aren't you telling me anything?

- What do you mean?

- How did it go with the flat yesterday,
what did the buyers say?

- They said they'd think.

Eh, Masha,

if there was any progress,
I would have certainly told you.

- Why can't you sell it for so long?

Aren't you working in the Sales Department?

- You realize that those are
different things, don't you?

- No, I don't.

Don't take the pelmeni,
my mom said no pelmeni.

- Where's she tonight? At home?

- Oh,

she left for her auntie.

I got tired of her myself.

Tonight we're alone.

- Thank God.

- How can you say that? She's my mother!

Hey, go take the broccoli.

-1275, please.

- Borya.

Wait.

Everything is going to be alright with us, right?

You won't leave us, right?

- What?

Masha...

Are you crazy?

Where is this coming from?

- I just get so scared sometimes...

- I'm with you.

- You must have said that to your ex-wife, too.

- Me and you, we are a completely
different story.

No one's ever made me feel so happy.

- And how many were there?

More than 10?

- I'm quite hungry, what about you?

- I'm always hungry these days.

By the way, I feel offended.

- I'll go cook something.

- Bring me an apple.

- Catch it.

Boiled chicken and broccoli, huh?

- I don't want.

I want a salad with cucumbers and tomatoes.

- Wow, a salad with cucumbers and tomatoes...

- "Got a tooth pulled in a dream. What does it mean?"

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Why are you so early?

I was expecting you later,
I barely managed to get off work.

My girls didn't want me to leave.

There are still lots of customers.

So, where are we going?

Mmm?

Why aren't you saying?

Come on, tell me where we are going
this time!

Look, can we first get a watermelon on the way?

- Young lady,

do you have a second to tell me your number?

8-900...?

-25 160

78 88.

- And your name?

- Sofia.

- I can't eat when I'm being observed like that.

- Sorry.

- Okay, I was kidding.

- You got new hair cut, or is it just me?

- You noticed.

- Of course.

I'm looking closely at you.

- You still are?

After all we've done?

- Especially after all we've done.

- After what we've done
the day before yesterday?

Or the day before
the day before yesterday?

- Zhenya...

- What?

What's the matter?

Something's wrong?

[Voices in the background, suggesting to have a drink]

- Girls, let's drink for love!

For love!

- You my beauties!

Let's take a selfie!

- For love and selfie!

- Hey?

You're asleep?

It's not fair.

I love you.

Do you hear?

I've never loved anyone.

Only my mother when I was a child.

And she was so strict with me.

Never caressed.

Never said a kind word.

Only the discipline, the order, the studying.

Wicked and lonely wretch.

- She is alive and well, I hope?

- Alive.

And actually quite healthy.

We don't talk much.

Every time I call we end up fighting.

Afterwards, I cannot understand why.

Who started it.

Only with you I realized what love is.

I've never loved my husband.

And before him I had no one.

And even with him, I got knocked up by mistake.

He was so happy, suggested to get married.

"Everything is fine, we're together".

But I didn't want that.

I was so scared.

I was afraid to do the abortion,
I was afraid to keep it.

Didn't want it so much.

In labor I thought I would die.

They had to take me to ICU.

And then, when they brought him,

I couldn't even look at him.

Like some kind of repulsion.

I didn't even have milk.

Later, somehow it got better,

some kind of life started.

Some kind.

- Lovelessess.

- You can't live in lovessness.

- Even now, when I look at him or think about him,

like right now,

it seems like I have made
some unforgivable mistake.

I blame him and I blame myself.

How much do I want to be happy!

I'm a bitch, ain't I?

- Of course.

You're the loveliest bitch in the world.

- You really love me?

- Come to me.

- Yeah, hello.

- Did you see Alyosha yesterday evening?

- No, I didn't come home last night. Why?

- The school just called,

they said he wasn't there
neither today not yesterday.

- What do you mean?

And who called?

- The head teacher.

- The head teacher?

And what did she say?

- That he wasn't there!

Neither today, not yesterday! Are you deaf or what?

- Had he been at home?

- I don't know!

I came home last night,
I thought he was asleep.

Woke up late today.

I thought he'd already left, as usual.

His phone is off, has he called you?

- No.

- Dear God...

- Don't panic, he'll come back,
what else can he do.

We need to call that...

the friend of his.

- I already have, he hadn't seen him either.

Neither today, not yesterday.

- I see.

And where are you now?

- At home, where else.

- And you fucking cannot understand if he
had been home or not?

- I damn cannot!

- Why?

It's easy.

- Then come and see yourself!

- I'm at work, in case you didn't know.

- We haven't heard of him
for more than 24 hours,

do you get this or not?

- Maybe he's in the elevator
right now, for example.

I think you're exaggerating.

He must have done something

and is afraid now that
you'll give him a beating.

That's why he's roaming around somewhere...

- So, it's my fault now?

- You even...

You don't even know if he had been at home or not.

He probably had.

Hello?

Hello?

- Listen.

I'm calling the police right now,

and you can keep sitting at your work

and speculate what may have been
and what may not.

Got it?

Blockhead!

- Dasha, listen,

one office worker

says to another office worker:

"What car do you have?"

"Volkswagen Passat"

"And I have Volkswagen Loan"

- So funny.

- Look,

one office worker...

- Wait wait wait, Seryozha...

- It was funny.

- I'm done.

- Good, thank you.

Take that.

Wait for me in the car,
we have one more call.

- Okay.

- What can I say.

I see no crime here.

- What crime?

- You know, sometimes

the parents finish off their child

and then claim that the child got lost.

- You thought that way about me?

- That's the version we check the first.

Here we have a runaway, the usual case.

12 years old, a rebel-heart,

full of hormones.

He'll roam around for a couple of days
and will come back.

Well, we can, of course, go to the Department,

spend a couple of hours filling a detailed form -

and probably not today.

Also because your husband
must be present as well.

And even then,

I think this case won't go further
than the fact checking.

- You're saying there's no crime.

And what if he was kidnapped?

Cause I can't even imagine

where he can be now.

- He must be roaming somewhere around the block.

He won't last long.

He's used to the comfort, and you have it.

Kids come back to families
far worse, you can't even imagine.

Cause the street is not a home,
no matter how shitty the latter is.

As for potential kidnapping,

This is how it goes:

First, there's the fact checking. It means:

Questioning the parents, relatives,

friends, possible witnesses and so on.

We don't have enough manpower for it.

Plus, there are a lot of other cases -

robberies, murders, burglaries, thuggery.

Thus, collecting materials can last
a couple of days.

If by then the runaway doesn't come back,

the searching operations begin.

And if in the meantime we find reasons,

i.e. factual evidence of murder or kidnapping,

then criminal proceedings are initiated.

But it is initiated by
the investigating committee.

You know well enough how long it can take.

The writing alone takes forever.

During this time they usually

come back and run away again.

- So, you won't do anything, right?

- Ma'am, I'm explaining the real situation.

We must react and we will.

But in this particular case

we physically don't have time or staff
to keep chasing every teenager.

- I got it.

The case will be thrown to a trash-bin, right?

And what do I do?

Just sit and wait till he returns?

And what if he doesn't return?

- Facts are stubborn things...

In most cases

the teenage runaways come back
in a week's time,

in 10 days at most.

What I can advise is,

If you really want to start looking for him,

go to the internet,

to the web-page of the search-and-rescue squad,

call them, give them all the information,

they'll tell you what information they need.

They are volunteers, not a government service.

They work 24/7, for free,

without any red-tape,

A well-developed highly-efficient
algorithm of actions.

Where do I know that from?
We have been collaborating, productively.

Look, here's my card.

Your phone number

has already been written down,
we'll stay in touch.

- Is that it?

- For now, yes.

- I can't believe this.

- Listen.

If it were any other officer,

it would have been
much harsher and less informative.

And it's not because I'm so kind.

It's because I save my time, yours
and volunteers'.

Who will start searching

the sooner you contact them.

And they will find your fool
somewhere in the streets or in a mall.

And most probably, at some place of his friend's,

whose parents went away for a day or two
so that he's alone now.

So, take actions.

Or keep waiting, it's up to you.

- When did you speak to him last?

- I just saw him leaving for school.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- I'm sorry, traffic was bad.

- Take a seat, engage yourself,
my name's Ivan,

I'm the coordinator
of the search-and-rescue squad.

- Yes, my wife told me on the phone.

- Great. Then, let's start. I mean, continue.

So, I say it one more time
so that there are fewer questions.

Now I'm going to carefully ask you
about your son, Alyosha,

while other searchers are questioning
the neighbours, possible witnesses,

on the streets, in the shops,
everywhere where he could have been seen.

Yes, Lena?

- The neighbours got nothing.

- Nothing at all?

- Nobody has seen him, neither yesterday, not today.

They can't recall seeing him.

There are more of us now, in the parking place.

- Good.
- And we have the posters now.

- Oh, you got them printed? Good job.

- I'll continue with the neighbours.

- Carry on.

Right.

Pending the results of the survey,

we'll focus on particular objects and tasks.

We finish with you now
and go to the police department.

Your detective officer promised

to help out with the CCTV footage.

It's very important and it may help us a lot.

Next.

Since the night is closing in,
the guy needs to sleep somewhere.

It's cold outside.

We'll search the stairwells.

We'll ask the same officer for the door-codes,
hopefully he won't refuse.

So. From the very beginning.

Alyosha Sleptsov.

12 years old,

around 1 m 50 cm tall.

Healthy, no specific marks.

Blond hair.

was wearing blue jeans,
a red jacket with a hoodie,

blue sneakers.

Had a blue schoolbag.

Left home yesterday, as usual.
Hasn't come back since, it appears.

The mobile phone is off
but we'll keep calling nevertheless.

Got it. Next.

Tell me, what kind of hobbies does the boy have?

Any sport clubs, maybe planning to go
building a spaceport,

traveling around the world and so on.

- No, nothing like that,
he doesn't do sports.

I think, he sits at home usually.

- "You think"? I see.

If so, then he has a computer?

Is that his laptop on the table?
- Yes.

- Yeah, we're trying to limit the...
- You do in particular.

- Look, you can discuss your relations later, okay?
- Yes, sorry.

- Do you have access to the computer?
- Yes.

- Access his e-mail, the accounts
in the social networks,

addresses of his friends, girlfriends, buddies.

- He has only one friend.

Kuznetsov, I think.

- Mhm.

"You think", again? Alright.

- I have all his logins and passwords,

he really has only one friend - Kuznetsov,

in real life, I mean.

In the social networks...
- Yeah, I got it.

Okay. The closest relatives where he could go to?

Grannies, grandpas, uncles, ants, cousins?

- My husband has none, my mother
lives in the Moscow region.

- We haven't been there for 3 years,
I don't think the brat remembers.

- "The brat"? I see.

I hope you called the granny
and she said he's not there?

- No, I can't reach her.

You know, our relations are very...

- What do you mean, you can't reach her?

- She wasn't answering at first
then turned the phone off.

The coverage is quite bad there.

- The coverage is fine, it is the woman who is quite insane.

- Mm. A moody granny?
- Mhm.

- Did you call the neighbours?

- No, I don't have their phone number.

- It's her house, her area, the neighbours...

It's better to stay away, or else...
- What if she's hiding him?

what if Alyosha is there,
and he asked her to do so, for example.

- No, I don't think so.

- She can do anything,
she's a Stalin in a skirt.

- Enough!

We went there only by car,
How is he gonna get there?

- What if she'd been secretly
communicating with him?

- Isn't it possible?
- She doesn't love him!

- Whatever. She used him
as a tool against me.

- Look, we must go to your granny urgently.

Where exactly does she live?

- In a summer house, all the time.

Kiev direction.

It's not easy to explain,

there's a small side-road from the highway.

- But you're with a car?
- Yes.

- How long till there?

- About 3 hours, maybe 2,5.

- Here's what we do.

You give me all the contacts
of his friends and fellows,

including the phone of the head teacher.

I hope you have it?

- We do...
- Great, also all the logins and passwords.

I take the computer with me to the headquarters.
After that, we act according to the situation.

Meanwhile you... Is it the head teacher's?

Good.

Meanwhile, you two jump in the car

and head to your wonderful granny.

Lena joins you, you saw her.
She's our experienced searcher.

She'll be behind you, she has a car.

On your way there, try reaching the granny nevertheless.

When you arrive, inspect everything carefully,
don't miss anything.

Report me the results immediately,
no matter what they are.

Understood?
- Yes.

- Will you manage?

Any questions?

We'll leave someone here at the flat,
in case the boy comes back.

So, shall we start?

Let's go!

- Damn you...

Can you turn that off, it gives me a headache!

- There's a pill in the glove compartment.

- Turn it off! Please!

You think he's at her place?

- Where else? Think about it.

What a mess has he made...

Chose a good time, little shit.

- What if something horrible happened to him?
- Let's not even think that.

He's totally fine.

Just wait, he'll get what he deserves.

You can't smoke here.

- How could I forget.

- I'll smoke out of the window.
- I said don't!

- What will you do? Throw me onto the road?

- So, your head stopped aching, right?

- Raise the windows.

Raise the windows!

Bitch!

Raise the goddamned windows!

Aaaaaaargh!

- Wow.

They've put the gates.

What are we supposed to do?
Ram into them?

She must be constructing barricades there.

- Stop making a monster out of her.

- Is there another way in?

- Except over the fence.

- We don't have the keys.

- Got it.

- Where did she...

- Thanks...

- Mom!

Mom, open up, it's me!

Mom!

Mom!

- She's inside.

- Mom, open up, Alyosha is missing.

- Dear Lord,

Almost had a heart attack.

First they call

in the middle of the night,
like there's a fire,

then I see them climbing over the fence!

Oh Lord, God save us all...

That can drive anyone crazy!

And most importantly,
I cannot find my phone.

How can I survive!

You could have warned, at least!

- I kept calling all day, don't tell me you didn't hear.

- I swear!

- First, you didn't answer, then switched it off.

- I'm telling you, I don't know where it is!
Must have lost it somewhere.

Cannot find it since morning. Well, screw it!

You better tell me, my dear,

why have you decided
that your kiddo is at my place, huh?

- He's not here. Feels like he has never been.

- We'll check everything.

- Where is he wandering?

Your goddamned dickwad. God bless us all...

You said you're divorcing, didn't you?

- Your curse and pray all rolled into one...

- What? Rolled into what?

Into what?

What are you blabbering?!

Are you completely nuts?

Gotten so clever, huh?

Don't shake your head at me!

You're talking to you mother, by the way!
Have respect!

And if you don't like something -
be off!

I didn't invite you here.

Look at her...

Why did I even give birth?

Just look at yourself, how do you look?

- How?
- Like a whore!

- Mom...
- Mom what? Want a tit? Here!

"Mommy, oh mommy"...

Oh? Oh?

What, have you searched everywhere? He's not here?

How could you even think about this.

Battery is dead. Of course.

Of course battery is dead, where was it?

- Was lying under you bed.

- Must have fallen, then.

Thank God, it was found.

Well, let's have some tea, then.

Although I don't have anything sweet,
just the honey.

- Has gotten crystallized though...
- No thanks, mom.

- We'll go.
- Oh how polite she is, just look at her.

You two don't even seem very upset.

"Alyosha is missing!"

You're lying, aren't you?

To make me sympathize?

You chose the wrong person.

I see right through you.

You said you're divorcing.

Decided to drop your bastard off to me?

Did you see this?

I told you back then and am telling right now:
I won't babysit him!

- You ever talk to anyone except the TV?

- And when you were big-bellied,
do you remember what I was telling you?

"Change you mind, dear, change your mind!"

And what did you tell me to do, remember?
Well, I remember.

I told you'd come back crawling to me

but it would be too late. And here you go.

Now it's your problem.

- A good lesson for you.
- Mom, what are you talking about?

Have shame, there's a stranger in the room...

- Don't teach me. Why did you start teaching me?

Why should I be ashamed?
I'm in my house, by the way.

Look at them! Trying to make a fool of me!

Brought their asses in the middle of the night,

just like thieves,
brought some appraiser with them -

and I won't leave my house to you!

Do you hear me? Don't even think about it!

I'll give everything to God! That's it!

I have nothing to offer to eat,

all I have is a pension...
- Okay, let's go.

- ...you don't even care about me...

- Okay, mom, we'll go.
- ...and I don't need your care!

- Let's go...
- Oh dear Lord...

Won't even come to my funerals...
- We'll come, worry not.

Get the fuck out!

- Where are we? How much longer?

- Around 40 minutes, I think.

Her paranoia is only progressing with time...

So much hate... It's crazy.

- You think you're full of love?

- Why do you defend her?

- Cause she's right.
- In what?

In saying that you can't wait till she dies?

- Watch your tongue.

She's right in saying
that I shouldn't have gotten involved with you,

shouldn't have given birth, shouldn't have been so foolish.

But I listened to you.

"Everything's fine, we're together."
Explain to me now,

how did it happen that you were promising love

and happiness,

and as a result I've had
only pain and disappointment.

An unbearable heap of shit.

I've never even loved you.

I just couldn't live with her any longer.

And couldn't get unstuck from her either.

I could with you.

I used you.

That's what I thought.

Whereas you used me.

You needed a family, not I.

I could have managed without it, really.

I just should have lived
on my own somewhere.

But I got pregnant.

That's when I got depressed.

I shouldn't have listened to you,
should have made an abortion.

- Yeah, you should have.

It would have been better for all of us.

- Oh really? And what would have changed?

Would you have changed?

Haven't you gotten another young fool knocked up,
and dragging her into your hell?

In 10-12 years, if you still can get a boner,

you'll do this trick once more, I'm sure.

Poor girl, I even feel sorry her.

You ruined my life, do you get this?

Thank God, I met a decent man,

who doesn't need anything from me,

except for myself.

- What happened? We broke down?
- Yeah, we broke down.

- Get out.
- No, seriously.

- I'm serious. Get the fuck out!

Get out before I kick you out.

- Go on, what else haven't you done with me, asshole!

Don't forget that your son is missing, jerk!

- Let's keep the line!

Stay close!

- Fox 1, calling out for the boy.

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

Fox 1, calling finished.

Let's go, guys.

- This is it.

- Can you rewind it one more time?

- He's not there on the other cameras.

Neither on the way to school, nor to the mall,

to which they all are drawn to.

- Well, there's food and it looks nice.

- not on the way to the bus or the taxi.

If he wanted to go to the metro
and then to the train station, for example,

the options are:

either he turned
where there are no street cameras -

and there are a lot of such places -

or he chose to walk so that he avoids them,

which is unlikely.

Or he was taken.

- What do you mean, taken?

- Kidnapped.

- Are you serious?

- You don't joke about such things.

- It is impossible.

- Unfortunately, sometimes it is.
And what do you have?

- Yesterday's survey was useless.

We think it's been too long.

You should initiate an investigation.

- Maybe even a criminal one.
- Excuse me.

- We handed out the posters,
to emergencies and shops,

to the kiosks...
- Hello?

- Darling, I missed you.

Will you come tonight? You promised.

- I don't think so, I must participate in the search.

- And what about me?

What about your work? You said it's so strict there...

- I took a day off.

- And a day off of me, too?

- Don't be ridiculous.

You perfectly understand everything.

- I just feel so lonely.

You're there, I'm here...

It won't be always like this, will it?

- Sure it won't.

Okay, goodbye, I really have to go.

- No, wait, wait!

Don't hang up, I want to listen
to what you're doing there.

- What are you talking about?

It's not appropriate.

- Why?

Are you hiding something?

- Of course, not.

- You're definitely hiding something.

Is your ex also there?

- Masha,

don't be silly.

I love you.

- Really?

- Of course.

- I love you, too.

- We love you.
- Okay, bye.

- Bye. Kiss you and I'm waiting for you!

- Oh, oh, how gentle she is, like a kitty!
- Mom...

Let me do things myself, okay?

- Sure, for God's sake!

Of course, you do it yourself.

It's just that my mother taught me
and I taught you:

Those men, Masha, you know,

are like babies.

You're such a beauty, my dear!

Check this one, I showed you as you walked by,
you didn't even notice.

- Mm, no...

- Hi, dad.

- Hello, my dear.

- So, how are you?

- Fine.

It's autumn.

- And we're having summer,
by the way, all year long.

- Are you coming to Moscow some time?

- What for?

- Well, to see me.

- I can see you right now.

Obrigado.

Okay, dad,

I have to go, I have a meeting, I told you.

Don't be sad without me, please!

Kisses.

- Okay, bye, kisses back at you.

- Kiss you! Bye bye bye!

- Get up.

It's time to go.

- What time is it?

- Look, I'll go with you, if it's okay.

- Yeah, sure.

- Don't you need to go to work?
- The work will wait.

- Right.

I need to call that guy, what's his name,

the coordinator.

God, how late it is. I did set the alarm clock...

- I switched it off,

you had to rest.

- Hello.

- Hello, Ivan?
- Yes.

- Hello, this is Alyosha Sleptsov's mother.

- Yeah, do you have any news?

- No, do you?
- Haven't found him yet, we keep searching.

- Okay.
- Anything else?

- You see, I came back very late yesterday,

so I couldn't...
- I'm sorry, I have absolutely no time right now,

I'm sorry.

- Yes, yes, I understand, just tell me

what I can do.

I cannot just sit here and wait
- Take the phone

and start calling all the hospitals in the district,
without exceptions.

Any unidentified boy aged 10-13,

brought by the police or ambulance,

no matter if he fits the description,
is our case

and must be checked.

If you find one,
inform me immediately,

preferably by text. I'll send a group there.

- We can go there ourselves, we have a car.

- Great. But inform me nevertheless.

In any case, there will be an experienced searcher
who knows how to behave in this situation.

If there are multiple cases,
it's better if there is

more that one group.
That's it, I cannot talk anymore, we'll be in touch.

When did you see him last?

- Well, two days ago, I think.

- On the 9th?

On Tuesday?

- Yeah.
- Where?

- Here, at school.

- And what did you do after school?

- Nothing, we went home.

- And where do you hang out usually?

- In the yard, I don't know.

- Okay, in the yard, and where else?

- Nowhere, really.

- Oh come on.

At the mall, probably?

- No, our parents don't let us go there.

- Are you some babies? Do you stay in the yard?
Playing in a sand-box, or something?

- Why "babies"? We play football
on a hockey playground.

- And do you have a bike?

- Yes.

- So, where do you usually ride with Alyosha?

- Well, nowhere in particular.

In the neighborhood, around the buildings.

- Look, young man.

If you know where he is
but you're not telling because he asked you -

fine, don't tell.

I understand it, really.

The main thing is that you are sure
that your friend is safe, alive and well.

We are the grown-ups,
we'll run, and do the searching, it's not a problem.

Just like the hide-and-seek, right?

Are you playing a game with us?

- I really don't know where he is.

- Okay, I believe you.

And where can he be?

I know, you have a camp.

To be honest, I don't know where it is,
but I really know that it exists.

You chatted about it online.

If you really don't know where Alyosha is,
but you assume he could be there,

you have to tell us where this place is.

Because you friend might be in danger now.

Look, bro, we'll find him anyway.

But it can be too late, and it will be sad.

What's more important for you,
a friend or some place?

You'll find plenty of other places like that!

And if you gave some oath,

believe me, you aren't breaking it now,

because you're saving your friend,

and he really needs your help.

- It's in the forest,

the camp.

- Okay, good.

What is it? A dugout? A hut?

- No, it's an abandoned building.

It's in the basement.

- Is it better to go there on foot or by bike?

- It quite far, better by bike.

- Will you show?

You helped us a lot, thank you.

The boy of yours is a fine fellow.

Tell me, do you have some more time?

- Yes, I do.

- Good. Will you go with us?
Would you help?

- Okay.

- Thank you, good bye!
- Good bye!

- So? Shall we go?

- Yeah, let's go.

One moment.

- It's there.

- That's his jacket.

- Grandpa Blue to Ivan, over.

We found a jacket, the father is sure it's his.
Do you copy?

- Copy.

In this case we search
all the complex of buildings and surroundings.

I repeat:

Mark dangerous, strange places

report about them but don't go inside.

There are professionals for that.

Don't increase the suffering, don't get hurt.

If something like this happens
we stop the search

and focus our efforts
on helping the partner.

First, contact the coordinator,
that is, me.

Medical assistance is provided
by the doctor only. He's there.

Until he comes,

the runaway, in case he's physically restrained,

stays untouched, we talk to him,

we comfort him verbally,

wait for the doctor.

Okay, let's get on it.

That is a metaphor, don't take it literally.

Okay, let's go!

- Dawn to Ivan.

First floor and basement checked.

What are our further actions? Do you copy?

- Copy, Dawn. Roger that.

You can help Fox 1 in the neighbour building.

Over.

- Copy. Roger.

- Granpda Blue to Ivan.

Roof and all rooms of the 2nd floor examined.

No traces.

Do you copy? Over.

- Copy. Message for everybody.

Object searched, both buildings.

The boy's not found, we search the forest next.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- We need you help.
- I'm listening.

- We're from the search-and-rescue squad,
we're looking for a boy,

Alyosha Sleptsov, 12 years old, this is his mother.

He ran away and could have called himself
by different name.

We know there was a boy here
who fits the description.

Can we see him?

- You two, take a seat here, please.

And you go with me.

- Is he okay?

- He's fine, just tired and scared.

- Scared by what?

- Well, the police picked him up in the street
yesterday at night.

They kept him till morning somewhere,
then brought him here.

- How could they do that? They know about him,
I filed a report.

- They know nothing.

Another shift came, that's it.

Some random kid,

who says nothing. They took him to the hospital.

A usual procedure.

Come in.

Hey... Wake up.

- Don't rush!

Keep up!

Maintain the visual contact.

Keep together.

- No, we didn't see him here.

You cannot get inside
without a pass or a special permit.

It's a secure area.

- May I leave the posters?

Maybe the other shift saw him?

- No problem.
- Thanks a lot.

- Thank you!

- Fox 1, calling out for the boy.

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

Aaa-lyooo-shaaa!

- Grandpa Blue to Ivan.

Came up to the river. No traces.

Do you copy?

- Copy. Come back.

- Roger.
- What about in the river?

- We don't look for the dead.

It's done by the Emergency Committee forces,
if there are reasons.

Crew! Go back!

Return to the base.

- Fox 1, we're going back.

- Without any positive result

in the search of a runaway and
a worsening of weather conditions

I make a decision
to change the status of the search.

We initiate a major public call

about a child gone missing.

We start putting posters everywhere:

bus stops, underpasses,

doorways, light poles,

benches, information boards,

fences, shops, with permission.

As usual.

Now, I need 2 groups of 5 people

to check the stairwells.

Great, we'll sort it out.

The others are on the poster detail.

Okay, let's go!

- The info sheets are here.

- Thanks.

- Dawn to Ivan. The elevator stopped
at the 3rd floor. Do you copy?

- Copy. We wait.

- It's going down.

- Oh. Good evening.
- Howdy...

- Dawn to Ivan. It's not him.

- Roger. Keep the surveillance.

- Young man...
- Let's go...

- ...are you?
- Excuse us, please...

You silly.

- I almost fixed your love life...

- Yeah, right.

- Wow, the little green men...

What planet are you from, boys?.

- Young lady, please, go.

- How polite!

- Wait here.

Hello!

Here we are.

Anton, can you...

It'll be hard.

- I am ready.

It's not him...

Alyosha had a birthmark here, on the chest...

A birthmark, on a chest...

Not him...

- Are you sure?.

No, no, it's not him...

These hands and fingers...

Hair, everything... No, it's not him...

Please, put that away...

Please, put that away...

- In fact, we should perform

a comparative DNA analysis
so that we're sure that...

- It's not him, isn't it clear?

- You know, sometimes people
just refuse to believe that...

- It's not him, how many times
must I repeat?

- Listen to me,

this analysis can be done only by you.

The cops haven't opened a case yet,
it'll drag forever...

- God, you must be kidding me. You don't hear me?
It's not him, how many times must I repeat?

I'm talking to you in plain Russian - it's not him!

- Zhenya...
- It's not him!

Why aren't you saying anything?

Why aren't you saying anything?

- Zhenya!
- I would have never given him away!

You hear me, bastard?
- Zhenya!

- I would have never given him to anybody!

No way in the world! God...

To no one in the...

- Take her.

...the towns in Donbass are still under deadly fire
by the Ukrainian artillery.

-What was it, a mine or a shell?

- When will there be an end to this war?

This week it has become finally clear that

that a full-scale war started in the East Ukraine.

We start with the hot topic...

- Well, we have discussed everything
with your auntie.

Generally speaking, she likes this option.

- Want some?
- Mhm.

What about you guys? Are you ready?

Have you talked to him?

- I have. He said he'd think.

- There's nothing to think about.

A great option, I think.

Masha, you can see for yourself,
we're quite packed in here.

Thousands of people killed.
Dozens thousands people wounded

no end to refugees fleeing

horrible living conditions

in the devastated towns and settlements.

Ukraine has fallen apart

and continues falling apart.

The Ukrainian forces are uncontrollable

deceived and demoralized.

The active government in Kiev

consists of either foreign nationals

or those whose interests in the West

are more important than
the needs of Ukraine.

Close behind the window are explosions

death is very close by.

People are dying every day.

-Let Poroshenko, in the Supreme Council, see

...seven generations...

...to the grandchildren, great-grandchildren, the mothers...

...to their families...

...let them live like that...

...for half a year, in fear...

What are we dying for?

We're the coal miners...

...the construction workers, the drivers...

We're the working class.

Why are you torturing us?

The bodies are lining up in the streets

after every artillery attack

Within a week, there have been over 50 killed

in Donetsk alone.

- Alright, get them on a gurney...

The shells fell near the leisure center

of the Kuybyishevsk region.

People came to get the bread,

there were food rations handed out here

along with humanitarian aid.

When the large crowds of civilians formed here

either a bomb or a shell landed nearby

destroying some of the vehicles parked here

immediately killing 5 people on the spot.

Few more are left wounded.

People came here for the free food.

Where bread is still lying there

amongst the torn-up bodies.

Donetsk and Gorlovka are now

partially underground.

Ukrainian artillery

has driven people into bomb shelters.

People are hiding in large communities,

or just in single families.

In a cramped basement in Donetsk

lonely Rodina (Motherland) is residing.

Here's Elena Rodina:

-1, 2, 3...

...4, under 4 blankets

Because there's no other way.

- Is it cold at night?

-It is. Takes about 2 hours to get warm.

Only after that can you fall asleep.

Only 3 km away from her home,

bombing hardly ever happens.

People see the sun here more often.

But you can see right away

that this is in Donetsk.

Missing child - Alyosha Sleptsov, born in 2000

Missing since October 12, 2012

Left his home on Svetlogorsky prospect

Whereabouts unknown

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