You know...
you can doubt anything.
�It is harmful to smoke,
or is it inevitable global warming?
You may even wonder...
if two times two are four.
Or live in fear, waiting for wars,
infections and the end of the world.
But, whatever you do...
dream about what you dream,
don't hesitate...
of course you will die.
This is kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.
Beautiful city.
Nineteen cemeteries,
not including the ancient burials.
The city is so historic...
that all the earth under it It is full of dead.
Even if you don't realize it,
there is also many on the streets.
This is Sasha.
Sasha is barely alive.
Don't be fooled by its capacity to open your eyes and sit upright.
He's grumpy, as always...
because there is a whole day ahead that It must be lived in some way.
And he doesn't feel like doing anything.
Everything bothers Sasha.
People bother him, all of them,
good weather, any news,
bad movies and, of course, social networks.
He also hates sports.
But, as you can see, She is running and suffering.
Hello.
According to the contract, you have You have to finish your work to...
Now I'm busy.
- What are you doing there? - Does it matter what I'm doing?
Fuck you!
But, above all, Sasha He hates himself.
A year and a half ago, Sasha I found a job for her soul.
A job like any other, but there is a problem,
daily communication with people.
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Hello.
Shit...
�What? I'm sorry.
Sorry. It was not for you.
Hello! Good afternoon!
I would like to make a reservation.
Calm down!
But only with good views please.
Not in the center.
Excuse me, but what? are you going to look there?
I mean I don't I would like to look at the wall.
Well, we'll find something for you.
For six people, please.
That is a problem. we only have one single and one double.
Maybe... It can add more seats?
Nobody sits here. They are all lying down. One by one or two by two.
Why are they lying down?
Well... Normally, it's done in lines.
Is it a restaurant?
This is a cemetery.
Holy shit.
hello?
WORK IN THE CEMETERY
BASED ON STORIES OF PAVLO "PASHTET" BELYANSKY
And this is Petrovych.
When I was a child and someone I asked him what he wanted to be,
he didn't take long to answer.
Petrovych is the director from the cemetery,
and has been working here since that he has the use of reason.
Petrovych begins every day in a simple way:
send an envelope with money to some good people...
so that no one, in the sense literal of the word,
led him to a premature death...
and nothing changes here.
�And you know what?
Nothing changes. Nothing.
To be honest, Petrovych He is an intelligent man.
he told Sasha immediately:
"You better get to work or you will end up buried here."
Mikhalivna!
So Sasha got Let's get to work.
Darling.
Wake up.
He is, so to speak, an architect.
I studied, you know, science of spatial organization.
Here you have four portraits.
And also some inscriptions.
Sasha, look here.
Is he happy?
Damn, how did he say?
Jubilant!
"Is the child jubilant enough?
Does not matter. You'll redo it anyway.
He has already called. It will appear today anyway.
Damn.
You have forgotten about "life."
Yes.
TRUE. I've missed "life."
This is how they live, among the tombs.
Petrovych buries.
Sasha puts up the tombstones.
And no one can change that.
That's a lifetime.
YAROSLAV SERHIYOVYCH PANKOV
Hello.
Excuse me. My husband died.
He is wonderful!
Happens.
My husband...
He hasn't left.
Keep walking around the apartment.
You may slam the door or spill salt on the kitchen table.
Please sign here and here.
- Near the brands? - Yes, near the marks.
And I say, "Listen, you should go.
Why are you here?
"What have you forgotten here?"
No, she's not leaving.
- The polishing will be like this. - Aha.
I tell him: "They are waiting up there.
So go there, please."
Font: Allegretto, italics.
OK.
I tell him, but he doesn't listen to me.
So I think to myself.
"It's worse there than in a one bedroom apartment?
And I think: "In heaven, I guess,
the bathrooms will be probably separated.
It's great.
You can stay there all the time you want".
And she calms down.
Everything may not be everything rainbows and unicorns.
Maybe.
Good afternoon.
What is this?
Is...
an order...
of dismissal.
And this is a decree to name me new director of the cemetery.
- Oh. - Yes.
Astrophytum?
No-fucking-idea-phytum.
Blooms beautifully.
If so, deal with it...
until I come back.
I made this portrait as for myself.
With millimeter precision.
Fits true to size.
But she nailed her damn heels.
Here is Lena; she is one of the Sasha's biggest problems.
They have been here for so long like in your office.
Fuck you!
It's okay, we don't get angry with our clients.
They are sorry, while we have a framework.
Mrs. Olena, please, check it out.
Everything is true to size:
pedestals, arches, borders...
Joyful, as she wished.
Where did you get it from? to these smartasses?
In reality, we work in the cemetery.
I won't accept your job. It's not him.
- But who? - This is not my son.
Of course, this is not his daughter.
This is a piece of granite. His son is dead.
You think you know all about death?
You don't know shit.
I have seen lots from clients like her.
I will never take the job.
Without a tombstone there is no end point.
Well, Sasha, what do I do now?
Marcel Proust once said:
"We only heal from suffering experiencing it fully."
Who is this know-it-all?
It's a classic.
However, Ihor, you are somewhat right.
All parts are made to scale.
�You know what is the most annoying thing when Does someone important to you die?
Should we make it out of granite?
While he lives, it seems to you that It is impossible to be without him.
It is here, as it is, for example, a leg.
And suddenly he dies,
and you continue living, A new day arrives,
everyone is busy with something,
and you also have to be somewhere.
But how can you go there? if you're missing a leg?
If we include the installation...
sixty-eight thousand.
Sixty-eight thousand.
We can do it cheaper...
if you don't have enough money.
Petrovych got used to the fact that many Applicants will try to take his place.
This is a cemetery, not a hipster coffee shop,
there are always clients,
so there is always money.
A lot of money.
An order at site No. 120; a single burial.
A multiple burial in place no. 53.
And one more at number 140.
And this one is for me.
What is it about?
Play loyalty to the death?
Hlib, are you making him the bed to Petrovych?
I don't give a shit who is the boss.
Whether Petrovych or someone else, Same shit for me.
Give it to me.
What?
Money is what moves you.
Even from the hands of such an idiot.
And you are, of course, a man of principle.
Start bragging and you'll go to hell hell with Petrovych. Understood?
Your Petrovych will suck his shit now. The shit of him.
Shit!
You're screwed, assholes!
Petrovych, what will we do? with a new director?
There is still no order burial for him.
That's all, get to work.
Eight thousand.
Your order will be ready in two weeks.
I've been working for five days in this project.
Sasha has been attending for a long time to her clients as patients.
Oh.
Eight thousand anyway.
Do you see it?
He doesn't remember Suvorov,
although last year I ordered a monument for his wife.
Could you open the window?
No.
If for any reason the product It doesn't match the drawing...
and you have to redo it,
it may be that there is not no one to sell it to.
Makes sense.
That's why the price is eight thousand,
with four thousand advance.
A big upfront payment...
It's a bad omen.
So what? Shall we take a portrait?
Every time they try to replace to Petrovych for someone,
�he moves calmly to the bench near the warehouse...
and from there it continues running the cemetery.
Lao Tzu said: "If someone It hurts, don't take revenge.
Sit on the shore of the river and soon you will see...
float past the corpse of your enemy."
Hello.
Petrovych knows how to wait.
Tomorrow you will have guests.
The same as last year?
No,
new.
New,
ancient.
Grab it.
Give it to me.
Take.
We'll deal with it tomorrow.
Come on, keep going.
And?
- And now what? - Unleash it.
I don't know.
There was a lot of love.
I want to bury him like It's due, you know?
Put a tombstone.
Maybe it's better to cremate it?
Today the ashes of those cremated They are added to the seeds of the tree,
They are planted in a park and you can become a tree in your next life.
A flower.
Well, a flower too. Maybe.
- Well... - Hello.
We have already discussed this.
Out.
- Out? - You are not.
- And a flower? - What flower?
Her employee promised that she can make a flower from my Senia.
OK.
Who is Senia?
My Senia.
I want to bury him like a human.
A cat?
First of all, Senia is more than a cat.
- And in second place... - This is nonsense.
This is not nonsense.
This cute girl suggested make a Senia flower.
-If we incinerate him... - I have another plan.
Do you know what we will do?
We will take Senia from him,
we will burn it and we will become...
a sand clock.
This is very practical.
For example, you are cooking borsch.
How long does it have to be cooked?
Half of the cat Senia!
Cool, right?
You...
you are a bad person.
He can't work with people.
That's true.
In 800 meters turn left.
Lost connection.
I have to die to that you notice me?
Can't you bring me closer?
Alice, where have you been?
I have called you. Where have you been?
Alice, I'm talking to you!
Sasha!
Hello, I'm Zhenya.
Goodbye, Zhenya.
I've asked you to talk to Alice.
Do you know that she misses school?
Do you want to ruin your life? OK.
But I can't lose also to my daughter!
You must talk to her. At least as long as she wants to talk to you.
Shall I punch him?
Zhenya!
Good. Our flowers They are always fresh.
Please come see us and You won't be disappointed.
- One hundred hryvnias. - Thank you.
See you soon.
One hundred hryvnias, one hundred, two hundred...
As usual.
I have already prepared it.
Wait, I'll give you the change.
Okay, one hundred...
Lady, your change! Lady!
Ma'am, take your change!
Are you stupid?
If you are not worth selling, switch to transportation.
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I know almost everything about old Suvorov.
And now I learned the greatest secret of his life.
It turns out that he took the last name of his wife,
next to the one I wanted be buried.
When they met, she was Suvorova, and he was Kurochka, "little chicken",
a cadet of the Institute of Kharkiv Aviation.
You can't even imagine what It's for a boy, a cadet,
have the surname Kurochka. (little chicken)
Everyone made fun of him all possible ways.
I wouldn't be surprised.
Where did she put it?
"It was you again who screwed up." a light bulb on the first floor?
You smile. Why are you smiling?
You've probably already spent almost all your pension.
You better buy a pair of socks.
Go to the housing office, to the neighbours.
Is better.
They need it even more.
You are a fool.
That's all. I'll go.
Honestly, you're a fool.
Are you coming to order a tombstone?
Don't pretend you don't you know who I am.
I know.
That's good.
A third part.
A third... that's fair.
I have paid a quarter leaves for Petrovych.
Well then works with Petrovych.
It's about to be taken your well-deserved rest.
You can retire with him.
Due to disability.
I'll think about it.
Think about it. Think about it.
It seems that this He's still alive, right?
This is the portrait of a famous astronaut...
who died saving the Earth from an asteroid.
They showed it on television.
A hero.
Just like you.
See you tomorrow.
For a year now, Lena has wanted call the person...
more directly involved in He visits her at the cemetery.
This man was called Wojciech.
One day, in Warsaw,
he entertained her with white wine dry throughout the evening...
and introduced him to the big dogs of her,
about five or so.
Lena wanted to leave all the time,
but for some reason she wouldn't leave.
That night she she got pregnant,
but she didn't tell him nothing to Wojciech.
Since then, she hates dogs...
and try not to go to Warsaw anymore.
But he had a son...
and for a short period Lena believed...
that she was not alone in this world.
Zero level. Millimeter precision.
I tell you it's crooked.
How can you say that?
I made it like for me.
- Hello. - Hello.
- How's it going? - What do you think.
The second team always leaves any visible defect on purpose.
An unfilled joint or stain of cement on a stone plate.
- And? Does that help? - Of course.
A customer notices a defect,
he adopts a posture like that of a dog ready to attack. He starts screaming.
The boys fill out the meeting quickly or clean the cement.
And that's it.
It is level. Ask anyone!
You should not deceive customers.
Clients do not forgive.
Our clients are nice and calm.
But those who pay...
They are idiots.
Allow me.
Do you see a bubble of air in the tube?
It is level.
Straight as an arrow!
And I say it's crooked!
Lady!
And now?
What do you draw?
A tombstone.
Why do you need a tombstone?
And you?
What the hell...
I should get used to it to close the door.
You are welcome.
One by one, please.
What do you have?
How much can it cost?
Listen.
It's okay for the elderly think about death.
It may be the only real adventure interesting that they have left in life.
Today...
I found some glasses and a note in the closet,
"Don't be afraid of anything...
and be handsome."
One hundred forty-two thousand.
As I've said before, it may be cheaper.
Ciao.
Next!
I have a question for you.
He has ordered a tombstone...
and has indicated the date of death.
And this appointment is in a week.
It's the first time I see this temporary planning.
Tell me, do you have any connection there?
�Do you have someone to write the date of death on the tombstone?
Why do you ask it?
I brought a portrait like he told me.
Is that all?
What do I look like?
It's great!
It's my turn now.
There are no shifts.
Two.
I've finished.
We have checked everything here. We can install it tomorrow.
Let's go.
Sasha.
How are things going at the office?
I work as always.
Let's go?
I'll take a walk.
Let's go.
Are these okay?
Look for the fresh ones, the ones of today.
OK.
Look!
Do not run. Look.
Have you heard that?
You should fear the alive, not the dead.
Keep collecting.
I'm sorry.
Have you ever seen a real ghost?
How?
A real ghost.
Yes, I have seen it.
Really?
In a movie.
There was a scary girl, with her hair long, wet and coming out of a TV set...
Cut now!
Why do you ask? Look for flowers.
I have tons of problems, any horror movie is no match for them.
He's a horror like your ex.
Damn, there's nothing here.
No flowers, no money.
Children, cuckoo!
Fuck, fuck that bitch!
Mykhailyk.
Why are you screaming?
- Pasha. Where are you, my children? - Do you see her?
It's Mikhailivna.
Natalochka.
Her entire family died. in a car accident.
He sold his apartment and now he lives here.
Children, my dears children, my sweetnesses.
- To be closer to your family. - Cuc!
Let's go.
Children, my dear children.
I'm dying for a drink.
Now I know.
Do we have something?
We always have.
That's great.
- Shit. - What's wrong?
- Someone comes. - Fuck!
Who is it?
Petrovych, damn it.
- What a disaster! - What are you doing? Petrovych? Who is he?
Fuck you! Do something!
Hello, Zhenya.
We kindly ask you to You will talk to your daughter.
That's none of your business.
This is your business.
If you don't talk to her...
I'll break your fucking face.
Guys,
let us go, please.
Shut up.
Damn!
Are you new?
Yes.
Do you know what's so special about her? an open urban cemetery?
In an open cemetery, unlike of closed and semi-closed ones,
up to dozens of people are buried every day unknown or unclaimed bodies.
Lonely old people, people without home, all kinds of scum.
Nobody prays for them.
They put them in a plastic bag, They throw them into a grave and bury them.
So what?
So what? Bury them.
Guys, please, no!
No!
Don't do it, please!
Stop, stop!
Who gave you permission to pick the flowers?
It was our initiative. We jump over the fence.
-Bury them. - No no. � he was a new director!
- Shut up. - Shit, am I going to die here?
We must pay a thousand to the week, the rest is ours.
This is my cemetery.
Go ahead!
Damn!
Sasha already knows that usual life...
that she had so much trouble creating for almost two years...
is falling apart little by little.
I'm sorry!
Something is happening.
I told you it was a tough nut to crack. Stubborn as a damn goat.
So, do you want get a promotion...
and solve the problem yourself?
Petrovych.
This idiot doesn't I understood the first time.
Okay, solve it.
We need a beautiful tombstone.
What do you think?
Is this good?
Who cares? They're all the same.
We need a solid one.
Which is the most solid?
Where did you learn to sell tombstones?
Yulia!
At the Academy of Art, Architectural department.
It's not polite to do that questions. What's wrong with you?
And this one, isn't it too striking?
Who do you want to look at? in the cemetery?
Here, simple and direct.
Do you like your job?
And you like that you Grandpa is dead?
No, I do not like.
This is better,
the wave, on cubes,
It is important and elegant.
Yes, like you.
Do what you want.
But when your tombstone comes down the cubes, don't bother me.
Whatever you want.
Who died in your family?
Sweets are bad for your health.
TOMBSTONES
Well, have you thought about it?
Everything continues as always.
Damn, catch him!
Excuse me, I'm sorry. My condolences.
Sorry.
Don't worry, miss. Everything will be fine.
Who are you, sir?
Shit, excuse me, father.
Are you crazy? Why do you shoot?
I did it automatically!
To the right!
THAT'S ALL
Well... he seemed to live on according to the "rules".
But his tombstone is very rare.
I would say more like "glamorous."
Fuck this.
Look, she wakes up.
Hey, brother?
It is not personal. Are Greetings from the new director.
But why 5S?
It's old shit.
When I kicked the bucket, The 5S was a great phone.
Boys can't change it for a new model every year.
They are crazy in the USA
As soon as you buy a phone, a new one comes out.
Damn true.
And this shit costs like a car.
Of course.
I was wondering what kind I could be an idiot.
But it turns out that I know this idiot.
How is your contract going?
Are you going to cancel it again?
I was going to do it.
However, you are a great comedian. I want to see what you are going to show.
Do you really want to see it?
Here you can see.
Not as well as he thought.
It's cold outside.
Get in the car.
There is a blanket in the back part. Catch it.
What has happened?
Thank you.
Well, a typical meeting with a dissatisfied customer.
Mikhailivna!
Hello.
Come on guys.
Bastard.
Take it away from me!
Son of a bitch!
So you have shined,
old cock?
Enough.
Take the shovels.
Come on, you fucking chicken.
Goodbye,
old fart
God, my dear children.
Natasha! Pasha!
Wake up, wake up.
You're going to be late for school!
Natasha! Pasha!
Wake up!
Get up!
God, help me!
My God!
God.
Thank you.
You can keep making fun from me if you wish.
Give me the photo back that I left here.
The portrait for the tombstone.
Yes,
of course.
I don't know anything.
How?
The last time you said what I believe...
I know everything about death.
I don't know anything about death.
I don't know anything about life either.
Sasha.
Don't repeat the nonsense that someone told you desperate.
How much can it cost?
What have you forgotten here?
Five days left, young, five days.
It seems like he's still alive, right?
He shouldn't work with people.
This is not my son.
The guests will come tomorrow.
Sasha!
Sasha! Are you okay?
Hello.
Sorry, I didn't hear when you woke up.
Do you want dumplings?
Despite all my efforts,
They seem to have been cooked.
Do you know what happens next?
Well, the dumplings will appear and we will eat them.
First, you will fall in love of a stupid boy.
girls like them hooligans, right?
You will get drunk and you will have sex.
Both things will be fun, fast and clumsy.
Then there will be some dramatic shit.
You will cry for a long time.
You'll meet another guy, then to another, and so on.
Until you meet the chosen one.
Handsome and intelligent.
You will want to live together.
You will buy a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city,
with a small bathroom, It will look like a soccer field to you.
It will be your life.
And I will become a grandfather,
unnecessary old,
who will sit all day to fight with the TV.
You will receive calls twice a month.
The first time for check the counters,
and the second...
because someone I got the wrong number.
I will be waiting for your call. Do you understand it?
Because I will fall in love with you.
You will have your own life.
And wait, wait, wait...
until the police officer from the district call you and tell you...
that died.
You've never been in my life.
�It is incorrigible!
You try to correct a mistake that is not yours.
When he talks to you, he sees me.
When he sees you,
remember the past of who tries to escape.
Enough, Alice.
Do not torture him or yourself.
Sometimes bad things happen,
and you can't change it.
The only thing you can to do is to continue living.
Just live.
SCHOOL N� 283
Each part of the memorial complex It is manufactured according to the dimensions...
specified in the contract.
The work is carried out in accordance with technical standards and without defects.
All your wishes, all comments are accepted,
and the necessary corrections are made.
Firm.
Until the work is finished, You may think there is still hope...
we can remake everything, We can make another tombstone.
All this can last for years.
But this is a one-way road.
And it will only get worse.
Olena!
Here is your well-deserved final payment.
Damn...
So when is revenge?
You already know,
when things seemed to go wrong,
I have always told myself,
"It doesn't matter, it could have been worse."
And it really got worse.
How much?
Ask for a third.
You should accept their conditions.
We'll see.
What is there to see?
You can only see,
It's time to look elsewhere.
Many years ago,
the director of the cemetery It was Yakiv V. Kolyvan.
The young Petrovych made They will burn Kolyvan's car,
and the director himself was hospitalized with ribs and broken teeth.
After that, Petrovych I accepted his job.
I wonder if Sasha know this story.
But Petrovych remembers.
After all, he makes some years I buried Kolyvan here,
he even put a tombstone at his coast.
With a large cross.
And he uttered a speech at the grave.
He said that once that you came to the cemetery,
you never left him.
Hello.
She has thought many times how to do it.
You can put your head in the oven and turn on the gas.
Or cut your wrists.
You can throw yourself under a train.
She is very, very tired.
But something happened at that time.
It seems that Lena suddenly felt...
that she could no longer cry and that She couldn't commit suicide either.
Good night.
Sorry, it's closed.
Tell me,
It's not something common, but...
You can make a tombstone for someone, who is still alive?
Some people do it.
You see, mom.
People do it. Although it is not frequent.
Tell me,
�it is cheaper to make a tombstone for two people at the same time?
Yes, it will be cheaper make it for two.
�Different a tombstone for a child from that of an adult?
It may not differ.
You see, mom,
nothing special.
I can't take it anymore!
I want to die!
Die! I can't stand it!
Forgive me!
He didn't take care of my son.
I didn't take care of him.
Now he is killing himself with guilt...
But this won't do May my son come back.
He wants a tombstone for lie next to my son.
You can make a tombstone. But how to forgive?
How to forgive?
Forgive me.
That's my fault.
I know.
It's very scary.
Forgive me.
I can not stand it.
Please!
Forgive me!
Tell me, how long does it take in making a tombstone for two?
Two weeks.
You see, mom,
two weeks.
Do you have ice?
No.
Okay, screw the ice.
Hello.
It's Alice...
my daughter.
I won't bother you.
Wait.
Where are you going to go like this?
Take off your jacket, she's soaked.
Do you have a towel?
Are you cold?
Please do you.
Go ahead!
Get out!
Sasha.
Sasha!
Get out!
Damn bastard!
Damn!
-Sasha! - Fuck! Listen!
Sasha.
- You'll grab your things now. - Let me go!
You will call a taxi and You're going home, understand?
I don't want to go back See you here!
I haven't come to see you!
When did you visit him last time? When?
You're just afraid.
You are a chicken of shit.
What are you doing?
- It is none of your business. - Alice!
Paint it, it's cold.
She worked too much.
I thought everything was going well.
I thought it was just a virus.
Children always get sick.
She had a fever for a couple of days. What is the problem?
Three days later, Yaryk died.
Her heart gave way.
He just didn't close the window.
Could you open the window?
Died.
How did he die?
Just like that, he died.
Where is he buried?
God knows.
The municipal car the meat took him away.
Damn Prometheus.
Hello.
Get off the fucking tombstone! Don't you have banks?
- Where is the Suvorov stone? - From whom?
Anton M. Suvorov. He commissioned a tombstone for himself.
Here it is.
Prepared and ready.
Tomorrow morning,
you take the tools,
you load the tombstone into a van...
and install it next to the tombstone of his wife.
Are you completely crazy? He is not buried there.
Where is the death certificate? Where is the death certificate?
I said turn it up.
Petrovych is screwed. The company is screwed.
What damn tombstone?
For the grave.
Are you open?
Yes, we are. Forward.
Sit down.
It will be there in half an hour.
How much can it cost?
Three hundred and fifty. Not less.
Three hundred and fifty thousand.
This is not what we need.
Check it out.
This complex costs 66 thousand.
- This one costs forty. - We need more expensive.
We need one that costs one million two hundred thousand.
We have the money. We were saving it for our son's apartment.
The house was even sold.
And now our son is gone.
But we will still get him an apartment for this money.
My wife wants Kostia have an apartment.
Does she understand it?
Yes.
Good afternoon.
Welcome.
Here is the money.
After all, I decided to install a fire safety system.
A smart decision.
I want everything to be as before.
It will never be like this.
I'll be glad to see you again.
Good luck.
For you too.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
- Are you Victor Fedorenko? - Yes. How can I help you?
Sir, wait!
What's going on here?
Yevheniy Boyko, officer detective, police captain.
What do you have in your briefcase?
Wait! On what basis?
Here's a search warrant.
Witnesses, please come here.
Please bear witness that there are an envelope with marked bills.
That's not mine. Someone must have planted it.
Show me your hands.
Witnesses, please pay attention.
There are traces of special paint in the hands of the suspect.
Same as in the tickets.
A smart decision.
I'll be back in a moment.
Thank you.
Don't give them. Now you owe me.
Stop, you fucking idiot!
Don't worry.
"I'll kill you!"
These are our local customs.
So what?
Is there life after death?
Depends.
Well, guys, I have to go.
Duty calls me.
Where are you going?
I have to finish something.
Come back when you finish it.
And if you fail, come anyway.
Well, for me there is no other.
I don't remember how I fell out of the window.
I died because my mother and my father They gave birth to save their marriage.
But I couldn't save their marriage.
They gnaw...
and I reminded them that no They could change nothing.
Hello.
I guess I showed up to highlight something.
And then I saw you, my father.
At one point you sat on the apartment staring.
And speaking to me all the time,
explaining to me that you wanted to close the window,
but you didn't have time.
That's why I couldn't leave,
and you wouldn't let me go.
Look at me.
Someday we will see each other.
Nothing dies.
�Don't you feel it?
Hello.
Alice.
I have visited Artem.
Please give me a chance.
Shit, it's not working.
You were right.
I'm a chicken shit.
You really were to visit Artem?
I'm...
After two hundred meters turn right.
Damn, I don't know what to say.
Well, while you were away,
we had a rich selection of things to discuss.
For example, let's talk about how hide my breasts in a bra...
so that my stupid Comrades, don't look at them.
Or we can talk about hair.
What is better to do with Him in the bikini area?
Shave or wax?
�Podemos...
start with something simpler?
I don't know.
I don't know how to ride a bicycle.
I can teach you...
if you like.
I don't know.
They do not have clear limits...
the ones you loved so much.
rules or demands.
you troubled life.
with such different men.
Gracias.
Hola.
Are you running again?
I'm running.
I'm running the second lap.
Alice managed to ride a bicycle.
and I'm running the second round.
See you tomorrow?
Be in the office.
Then I will come to see you.
You already know where I work.
Don't run away from what you feel.
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