All language subtitles for Kukhnya02.08

"KITCHEN"

Kostik, let's go to the movies tonight.

Let's go.

Kostya, if I wanted to talk
to your back, I would say:

"Kostya's back
let's go to the movies"

Nastya, actually I'm trying
to be faithful to you.

Do you see the woman
by the table?

She's making eyes at me.

And I don't pay attention.

I'll talk to her now.

Mama, what are you doing here?

"Restaurants of the capital".

Vitya, have you seen this?

This cow from "Arcobaleno"

is on the cover of the most popular
restaurant magazine.

And then a two-page interview.
Why her and not you?

Most probably because
I'm not photogenic.

You know what?

So far modesty hasn't helped
anyone to succeed.

- Believe me.
- I believe you.

I really trust you on this one.

Well, well, well.

While someone's here sitting
and trying to be smart

some nag gets on the cover
of the magazine, by the way.

You are a nag.

And this is a real woman.

Beautiful and smart.

I agree with you,
it's a cool pic. I like it too.

Shoot!

Chicken-butt!

When you were a kid,
they didn't teach you to knock.

Chef, I knocked,

but you were so deeply
immersed in contemplation, that...

By the way, when you'll be
inviting her for a date,

tell her that Hippo85 is moron,

and doesn't know
anything about hairstyles.

Has the draught
blown out your brain? What hippo?

What date?!

None of your goddamn business.
Get out!

Chef, I want to help.

Get out, I said!

Kostya, it's my mom.

Mom,

it's my Kostya.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

Despite the fact
that you beat up my husband.

Mom! First of all,
it's not Kostya's fault.

And secondly,
he's ashamed anyway. Right Kostya?

- Tell her, that you're ashamed.
- I'm ashamed.

- Nastya, may I go?
- Sit down.

You are my boyfriend and
I don't have any secrets from you.

Nastya, I really want you
to make peace with your father.

Come home this Saturday.

And we'll end this silly conflict.

It's not normal that you're not talking

to your dad the whole year.

So come to me and Kostya,

and we'll finish this silly conflict.

I'm afraid your dad won't be
so happy to see Kostya.

Exactly.

Nastya, dear, you go
and I'll come later, some other time.

So, listen...

If dad wants to make peace,

he has to accept me in full.

With my ideology, with my principles

and my boyfriend. Is it clear?

I'm afraid it'll be very difficult
to explain it to your dad.

Good afternoon, Viktor Petrovich.

You've seen it already.
How do you find it?

It's ok. Here you are even slimmer
then in real life.

I wanted to say that in real life

you're not fat,
but here you're even b-better.

I got it, thank you.

Though I've heard better
compliments.

And actually I was asking you
about the interview.

Ahh... this gibberish
I don't read at all.

Right thing to do.

All the best to you.

- Wait...
- What?

I wanted to say that...

Hippo85 is a moron

and he doesn't know...

anything about hairstyles.

Don't listen to me.

Thank you.

It's unexpected.

Vey unexpected.

So chicken-butt...
and now let's talk about the hippo

and the rest of the zoo
slowly and in details.

I knew that she would like it.

It's just... some hippo wrote
on her timeline in Friendbook that...

on the photo...
her hairstyle is old-fashioned.

I told you slowly and in details.

No problem.

Well..

This is Friendbook.

It's a social network.

This is Elena's page.

And here are the comments to her photo.

You see... Hippo85 wrote...

"My granny did this hairstyle
for dance parties in her village."

Moron!

Actually it's a hippo,

-...but you right, he is a moron.
- Moron!

Chef!

Do you want...

I'll register you?

You'll be chatting with Elena.

You'll invite her
for a date in the net, ah?

Get out.

Chef, there's an obvious stagnation
in our relations.

Second "get out" for today.

A real man doesn't need hippos
or social networks

woman has to be invited
for a date

in a proved old-fashioned way.

Talking to her.

Yes, but Chef, civilization
is moving forward, everything ...

- Should I get out?
- Exactly.

Did you get upset?

Not really.

Do you know that approximately
60 percent of dolphins dies in the capture?

Everything is clear.

You've got upset.

It's my dad after all.

Why did you fight?

- Because of the sausage.
- Why?

I told you before, my dad has
a sausage production factory.

Thousands of animals are dying
because of your sausages

These are cows and pigs.

It's their destiny to die
for my sausages.

These are bloody money, I hate it.

Seriously? Why do you live off
these money then?

Stepa, she's just a child.

Mama! I'm not a child,
I'm an individual with a civil stand.

You know what, individual?

Everything that you have,

even your civil stand,

you have thanks to my cows and pigs.

Or to be precise,
thanks to their timely demise.

Alright.

Then I...

don't need anything.

You can shower
with your bloody money yourself.

He thought I wouldn't survive
without his money.

And I left the house.

And he ...

got offended.

He has never understood me,
and then...

you have beaten him up.

Nastya, listen...

give me his...

phone number.

Tomorrow is my off,
so I'll give him a call

and fix everything.

Nastya, the guest is waiting 40 minutes
for his entrecote.

Stupid meat! There are only problems
because of you.

Fair Elena,
may I have you for a minute

and then for the whole evening?

I didn't understand.

What can't you understand?

You're beautiful,
and I don't lack appeal.

Why don't we go for a date

to make our hormones happy?

For a date with you?!

With old fat alcoholic

that lives with Lyova and his mom?

That's too funny.

Never ever.

Ne-ver ever.

Vitya, Vitya!

You're shaking
like a pimply school teenager.

Chicken-butt,

come in.

I didn't even have time to get out,

and I'm already being called
to come back.

Shut up and make a bet with me,

that I won't ask Elena for a date.

What are we betting on?

5 thousand.

No, I'm tight on money now.

Here, take it.

- Alright.
- Bet now.

Let's bet, that you won't dare to ask
Elena for a date.

Let's bet.

- I lost the bet.
- Thanks.

- Good afternoon.
- What did you want?

To talk, well... to be precise...

to apologize that last time I...

beat you up.

What are you saying, puppy?
Who'd you beat up?

He has just taken me by surprise.

If you want, you can say so.

I didn't get it,
is you family name is Tyson?

- Klitschko?
- No.

I was a boxing champion
in military squad.

Ok, hit me, I'll show you now.

No, no, I won't fight you.

So I will.

- What are you? You?!
- I'm so sorry, forgive me, please.

Get out, puppy! Get out of here!

I think he has broken my nose.

Chef. Good afternoon.

Or depends on how you feel.

I wanted to ask you...

Add me to your friends.

Where do you want me
to add you, invalid?

Well... to your friends on Friendbook.

I'll add you to mince now!

I'll make meatballs out of you
and your Friendbook!

"Elena Pavlovna"

Hello.

Hello, Viktor Petrovich.
Good afternoon.

I just wanted to thank you
for flowers.

You are always welcome.

For the flowers...

How did you know
that I love orchids?

Me?

Well... how?

Intuition.

A woman like you,
would definitely love orchids.

One more time, thanks a lot.

By the way I haven't expected
to see you on Friendbook.

Chicken-butt!

So? Did you talk to dad?

And what did you tell him?

Did he talk to you normally?

Will they come over tomorrow?

Kostya, so?
Don't be silent. Speak.

Nastya, please, just don't worry.

I'm not worried.

I really wanted to help you
to make peace with your dad,

but it happened that...

I slightly hit him again,

and it looks like I broke his nose.

Did you fight again?

He almost didn't fight, I did mostly.

But he suggested.

And you agreed?

And you beat up a man
who is twice older than you.

Nastya, but he asked for it himself and...

Kostya...

Maybe you'll beat up my mom too?

I didn't know that...

you are so aggressive.

And it looks like I don't know you well.

Hey, mom. What's up with dad?

Alright, I'll come now.

So I decided to create a profile
for you on Friendbook.

And send Elena flowers from you.

Virtual flowers.

Orchids.

I have always thought
that you are just an idiot.

But you're not an idiot.

You are mentally retarded.

And totally.

Why the hell did you decide

that you can interfere
with my personal life with this internet?

- Chef, I thought...
- Mentally retarded are not able to think straight.

Remove my profile
from this sewer right now.

One more time good afternoon.

How are you?

Do you have lots of guests?

What is it?

It's a message from Elena.

Chef, don't worry,
I'll delete your profile now.

Wait.

It's not really polite.

I need to answer something.

Write the following.

So?

Thanks, everything is fine.

There are not so many guests.

And what about you?

She answered that she is tired.

Chef, it's the right time
to invite her somewhere.

What? Right now?
You've lost your mind.

We need to text each other some time.

You can't do it like this.

What are you doing?

I've asked her for a date
on your behalf. Tomorrow.

Today you aren't in the best shape.

Chicken-butt,

do you want me dead?

Look, if she says no now,

I'll...

burn this restaurant
and tell that you did this.

She answered.

Do you want to read?

No, I can't. You do.

Alright.

Read, don't take too long.

I read it, she said "Alright".

Al-right.

It's great that she said alright.

Yea, it's great.

- It's great, right?
- Right.

Oh, God, please forgive me

poverty of my speech and loss for words.

Chef, invite her to the club.

- I'll text her now.
- Stop.

Now daddy will take over.

Club? Club is for kids.

It depends.

How ...

about the movies?

Movies is a great idea.

I haven't been ages at the movies.

Learn from the best.

I do.

Nastya.

Answer the phone.

Answer the phone.

Nastya.

Are you out of...?

Hey, guys, what's wrong?

HELP!

Do you know
that kidnapping people is illegal?

Do you want to scare me?

It doesn't work.
I'm not scared of you.

You can do with me whatever you want,

but I'll stay with Nastya anyway.

Where are you taking me?

In the woods?

For a dinner.

I don't like you,

and in general I hardly like people
that hit me in the face.

But the whole year I couldn't make peace
with my daughter

And you hit me once
in the nose and she came.

- I'm sorry again.
- I highly doubt it.

Red...

Nice.

Or blue?

Nice as well.

Well, yea...

Or red?!

Well...

Or blue?

Viktor Petrovich, are you
a bridegroom or a sapper?

Lyova, it's a first date,

to blow yourself up there is easier
than on the minesfield.

But wait... is she at least
from a good family?

She is from a good restaurant.

She's magical.

And I still can't choose
this bloody tie!

One moment.

Take r-r-r-r-red.

It makes me look fat.

How a tie can make you look fat?

Lyova, when your weight is 120 kg,

everything can make you look fat.

Here.

Here.

Lyova's dad was wearing this tie when...

he proposed me.

Lyova, you convinced me.

Give me the red one.

Nastya is such a good girl.

She has cook everything herself.
Right, Styopa?

Yea, but... We should have got
a bottle of champagne, I don't know.

Papa, birch sap is way healthier.

Nastya, can you get
for me these cutlets?

By the way, what are they made of?

These are cabbage cutlets.

And these are beetroot cutlets,

it goes well with celery as a side dish.

- Who wants?
- Me. Me.

Sorry.

It's alright.

Firstly my nose, then my crockery.

What's next will you break?

Styopa, don't embarrass the boy.

Crockery is nothing,
breaking crockery is for luck.

- Is everything alright, dad?
- Everything is fine, fine.

We eat grass for an appetiser
and for a main course.

Everything is great.

I suggest a toast.

To the gathering of the whole family.

I would even say
there's someone extra.

I wanted to say
that the cutlets are delicious.

Maybe I should start
a production of cutlets

made of anything
that grows from the ground.

In any case...

it's better then killing animals.

Nastya, I think no one kills anyone.

There is no meat
in sausages nowadays.

There's only soya, chemicals.
Right, Stepan Andreevich?

There's no chemicals in my sausages.

And there's no soya.

I produce good sausages.

And it's good because...

it's made of dead bodies of poor animals.

Yes, I produce delicious sausages,

that people eat.

People love meat!

I love meat!

And I'm sick because of your cutlets.

It's good cutlets.

And if someone doesn't like them,
it's his own problem.

And don't shout at Nastya.

What?

Styopa, stop it.

Nastya and Kostya, stop it.

Who are you to open
your mouth in my house?

Let's go and have a talk.

Easy.

So you think you'll agree
with all Nastya's nonsense...

- ...she'll love you more?
- Dad, open up!

First of all, it's not nonsense,
it's her principles...

- And I respect it, and you have to.
- Open up, Dad!

- She's a little dummy! Dummy!
- Open up, dad!

- It's better if you stop talking.
- And if not, you'll hit me?

For Nastya, I will,
you won't need to wait long.

- Will you drink cognac?
- Dad, we don't drink.

I will.

But we won't be
eating grass with it.

Understood?

Understood.

It's a nice movie.

Touching.

I've almost cried at the end.

I would never think that you can cry.

Why is that?

You are a Chef,
and Chefs are strong guys.

Listen, Viktor Petrovich,
actually, I'm a woman.

Yea, if you still haven't noticed.

And sometimes women
feel very lonely and scared

with strong guys like you.

I wanted to ask long time ago.

Why Arcobaleno?
Is it a name for a restaurant?

Arcobaleno is a rainbow in italian.

One line is just a color.

But when they come all together,

it's a magical phenomenon of nature.

- Is it clear?
- Yea.

The same is with our restaurant.

We unite different cuisines,

and create the world of taste.

Got it. Buckwheat with crawfish,

cabbage soup with artichokes.

And that's it, we're the kings
of the restaurant business.

Viktor Petrovich, do you really want to talk
about our restaurants now?

No, now I don't want.

And what do you want now?

Oh, God, strong guys
but why are they so stupid?

What?

Happiness doesn't have
a clear definition.

For some it's a first kiss.

And some need to do
something nasty to get happy.

What's an ugly dress on her!

As if she's got it on a chinese market.
I'll write it now.

Wait. Why do you have
this weird nickname?

Hippo85? Kristina?

But you can write anything you want,
and no one will ever guess.

I'll also write this:
"Your size wasn't available, fat cow?"

How do I spell it "cAw or cOw?

You can write it with "A".

And sometimes it comes unexpectedly,

though difficult and complicated relations

- To Nastya!
- To Nastya.

Papa, don't you feel ashamed?

It wasn't enough,
that you were killing poor animals,

you dragged Kostya into this.

And you wanted us
to drink cognac with celery?

Ah, so!

Then I'm leaving.

Tomorrow.

Just because there are
no more trains today.

She has a pride!

It's my breed!

- To Nastya!
- To Nastya!

The most important is to be happy.

The animal is probably poor...

but very delicious.

Well said!

That's why,
when we start every new day,

we always believe
that it'll brings us happiness.

SUBTITLES : OLGA Y