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One, two, three...

TV Channel Russia in cooperation
with VERA movie company

and the Federal Agency for
Culture and cinematography present

A Gleb Panfilov TV series

THE FIRST CIRCLE

Based on Alexander
Solzhenitsyin's epic novel

A VERA movie company production

Screenplay Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Director Gleb Panfilov

Producers-in-chief Anion
Zlatopolsky and Maxim Panfilov

Producers Sergei Shumakov
and Marina Osmolovskaya

Camera Mikhail Agranovich

Set design Anatoly Panfilov
and Konstantion Zoubrylin

Music Vadim Beebergan
Sound Yury Motorkin

Starring

Yevgeny Mironov
as Gleb Nerzhin

Dmitry Pyevtsov
as Innokenty Volodin

Sergei Karyakin as Dmitry Sologdin
Alexei Koloubkov as Lev Roubin

Yana Esipovich as Simochka
Yevgeny Stychkin as Pryanchikov

Igor Kvasha as Stalin
Roman Madyanov as Abakumov

Alexander Tyutin as Yakonov
Vladimir Konkin as Verenev

Igor Ugolnikov as Ryumin
Vyacheslav Bogachev as Selivanovsky

Voiceover narration
Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Action time
December 24-27, 1949.

The Marfino Sharashka
(Prison and Research Institute)

Episode 1

These Special Scientific
Research Institutions

were known in the popular
lore as "sharashkas"

since they were first
organized in 1930

when the first wave of engineer
convicts hit the prisons.

The first sharashka, set up in
Moscow in the Furkasovsky Lane.

churned out the engineering
design of the Belomorkanal.

The Ramzino Thermal Power
Generation Institute followed suit.

The first results
pleased the authorities.

Outside prison walls it
is impossible to couple

two prominent engineers
or acclaimed scientists.

They are sure to start
fighting for the pecking order

or the Stalin Awards.

The sharashka confinement quickly
extinguishes all these illusions.

Both a Nikolai Nikolaevich gets
his half a glass of sourcream

and a Petr Petrovich does.

Well, won't it be exciting
to invent something?

Many scientific breakthroughs
stemmed from such sharashka chats.

In fact that's what these
sharashkas were created for.

Should I call them, or not?

It is Christmas eve
on Western calendars.

Two weeks vacation.

Trusting babes! Stupid donkeys!

Should I call now?

Or should I wait with this
call until Thursday or Friday?

It will be too late!

Too little time to think it over
and no one to seek counsel from...

Is there a way to trace a
public phone booth call?

What if it would be a
Russian-only narrative

that would end with
my abrupt departure?

Will they identify a muffled
voice over the telephone?

There are no such technical gadgets.

In three or four days
I'll fly out there myself.

Procrastinating will be more
reasonable and more logical.

But soon it will be
too late for anything.

Damn! I wish I had never
earned anything about that.

But in fact does this really matter?

Oh God! Let the fate toss its coin...

It was so stupid to have
been chasing around in a taxi

and making the driver a witness.

It was a moron decision,
but there were no other options.

A call from a stand-alone booth
would be more conspicuous.

Wouldn't it be better to pick
one in the thick of it all.

A booth near a subway station
would be a good choice.

Could you pull down right here?
Keep the change.

Thanks.

The emphasis is

with not uttering a word
in English or in French.

There mustn't be a single feather
or another cue for these hounds.

Gena!

I'm about to get
through with this paper.

Come on! I'm always off my feet.

I have a Party History workshop
tomorrow. Try standing with it.

Attention!

The US Embassy.
Good afternoon. Hello!

Is that the secretariat?
- Yes.

Put me through to the
Ambassador at once.

I can't switch you to his phone.
What is your business?

Then put me through to the
charge or the defense attache.

This is urgent!

All right. I'm switching you
to the attache. Stand by.

Hello. What's up?

Mr. Military Attache!
-Yes?

Sir, I beg you to write down...

And pass to the
Ambassador at once...

Hold on.
I'll summon an interpreter here.

I can't wait.

I won't talk to any of the Soviets!

Don't hang up! Don't!

Who are you? Identify yourself.
- The fate of your country

is at stake. Other countries
will be affected as well.

During the next few days
the Soviet spy Koval

is to pick up in a New
York radio shack...

I hardly follow you.
Call the Canadian Embassy.

Listen!
-Yes.

Within the next few days
the Soviet spy Koval

is to receive important
technological data

on the A-bomb production.
The exchange will take place

in a radio shack at the
following address...

Gena! We have an emergency!

The A-word! Call the Operations!

Can you trace the call?

Arbatskaya subway station.
They might be able to seize him yet.

Hello! Operations?
The B1 Post calling.

This is Lieutenant Tyutin.

We've just screened a
call to the US Embassy

from a public phone booth at
the Arbatskaya subway station.

Salute!

Good afternoon, Nikolai Nikolaevich!

Just a minute!

Viktor Semenovich?
-Yes?

Selivanovsky, Oskoloupov
and Yakonov came to see you.

Bring them all in.
- Yes, sir!

Come in.

Good evening!
- Salute, comrade colonel!

Good evening.

Who are you?

Me?
- No man. You!

Me?
- You.

Are you running the
Marfino installation?

Exactly.

Take a chair and join us.

Now listen...

How long have you
been fooling me around

with your tales of secret telephony?

It's been dragging on for two years.

The schedule assigned
15 months to the task.

When will first two devices be ready?

And cut down your lies!

I hate lies.

Comrade Minister!
Comrade Colonel General!

The personnel of our dpt
won't spare a single effort...

Are we at a Party meeting or what?

I'm asking you about the exact date.

Comrade Minister!

The frequency range below 2400 Hz

and the average level of the signal

being at...
-Herz, herz...

at 0.9 Hz...

I don't give a damn
about your decimals here!

Provide me only with two phones,
decimals or no decimals.

When?
- What exactly do you mean?

We can't scramble only
bilateral phone talks so far

Are you kidding?

No scrambling?

Who in the hell needs your
devices that can't scramble?

Good afternoon, comrades!

Viktor Semenovich,
in my opinion this is the task

that Nikolai Selivanovsky
is to deal with.

The special equipment dpt is
to really run for their money.

Can't they identify the voices

off the tape?

If they can not,
the department should be disbanded.

They're in for it even without that.

I'll disband them
to pieces all right.

But I don't follow you either.

How can a person be identified
by his voice in a phone?

I'll give them a tape
of the conversation.

Let them rewind it over and
over again seeking for matches.

What matches?

I'll tape a better half
of the Foreign Affairs.

Ministry staff right now.

No problem.
But it is too much for them.

There's only 4 or 5
people who had access

to these bits of info.
- Arrest the traitors!

Why all this fuss?

No big deal for the country.
- I can't.

This is no Ministry of Agriculture.

We risk losing valuable contacts.

And some foreign embassy staffers

may jump over the fence.

We need to find out who it
was as soon as possible.

There always comes the time
for a test run of your devices.

Selivanovsky,
are you up to this task?

Viktor Semenovich,
I still can't grasp

the gist of it.

Some scoundrel

or even a vermin

from the diplomatic corps who
had the top secret clearance

called to the US Embassy from
a public phone booth tonight.

He's just blown up

two of our spies

of superb importance.

They worked on the A-bomb project.

And now we have to
identify the traitor.

If you do,
you'll be awarded lavishly.

Viktor Semenovich.
We could do it as well.

And what facility will you employ?

What lab?
-I mean the Marfino phone facility.

The Marfino spot is charged
with a more important task.

Hold back. Go on.

They have 300 people.
No big deal for such a crowd.

Good idea, Foma Gourianovich.
Your approach is right.

The state interests always
have the upper hand.

Do you see the folks I
employ in the ministry?

I must be off then.
- Have a good day.

I'll rush the tape over to you.
- Very well.

Abakoumov speaking.

What?

Tell them

I've signed the order
to have him executed

at 7 o'clock in the morning!

That's it!

It happens every time again.

They always make the buck stop here.

There must be some law
on capital punishment.

There must be some law

for an open and public
execution of criminals.

So, when?

You've been luring me with
October or New Year prospects.

We need another month.

Just one more month,
Viktor Semenovich.

So what?
- February 1 is an absolute deadline.

Are you taking an honest month?

Or is that another lame excuse?
- No. That's for sure.

The anniversary of Lenin's
death will be on January 21.

In case you make it there would be
the Stalin Prizes for all of you.

Foma, otherwise I'll
tear your head off.

February 1.
- What if February 1 sees nothing?

Think it over.

Are you cheating on me or not?

We'll make it, comrade minister.

Here is my word on that.

All right. I take your word on that.

Word taken and written down.

I haven't forced you on that.

I'll forgive everything

except for cheating.

Everybody dismissed.

Are you still singing
the Top Ten hits?

There won't be the second one.

Are you telling this to me,
Lev Grigorievich?

Yes, I'm.
- I'll rub it in. Thanks.

Yes, I'm.
- I'll rub it in. Thanks.

Valya, would you mind moving
your hinderparts a little bit?

What are you doing here,
Lev Grigorievich?

What do we need your
linguistics here for?

Are you a good engineer?

Where is your affidavit
from a Belgian company?

What affidavit?

As you all know I'm mad about women.

In order to love different women

a man needs plenty of money.

Therefore he must be a pro.

Am I right, Serafima Vitalyevna?

I knew I was right.

I finally identified the voice.

He's got the tremble of a bell.

Yeah, that's how I'll
mark it down here.

Such a voice is
recognizable over any phone.

Gleb, we seem to have advanced a lot.

Soon we'll be able to relate
a voice to certain parameters.

Listening to three radio stations
at once, is a real nightmare.

Would you mind turning off your set.

Serafima Vitalyevna,
but this is bizarre!

How can a person

in the bloom of his life
dislike the jazz beat?

The beats don't go down
well with the authorities.

Lev Grigorich, who gave
you the right to do so?

Engineer Pryanchnikov,
you still have managed

to bring back the
Atlantic mien from Europe?

Damn!

Don't prison walls host
real freedom for a man?

Where does it dwell then?

It dwells in the soul.

Semen Grigorievich,
this is the second Top Ten.

Yeah, this is the second one.

How do you like my new gadget?

It's even better than
the previous one.

Great job!

Now what?
- Gleb...

What?
- I'm in such a lyrical mood.

Come on.
- Have I told you about Milka?

What Milka?
- A graduate of the Institute

of Foreign Languages.
She was a translator at our unit.

No, you didn't.

Remember the woods
towards Novo-Svinukhdvo?

What side of the river?
- This side.

Right, got it.

Well, she and I went
rambling in those woods.

I'd been aching for her all day.
So we found an empty bunker.

The floor inside was
strewn with pine branches.

A smell of resin from the walls.
It was all this March and so on.

That's living.

This is happiness.

Is that all?
- Yes.

You really look bad.

Listen!
Happiness is just an abstract notion.

The word happiness comes
from 'this moment'.

'Linger, still linger,
oh beautiful moment!'

In comes from 'participation'. Look
it up in Dahl's Russian Dictionary.

Do it. It denotes a part,
some share of the fate

a person wrests from life...

I don't know.
Milka and I were happy then.

Lev, you make me laugh!

I like you the way you are now

and not when you label people
with your poetic names.

By the way I've long wanted
to ask you a question.

It is a question in the
course of our musings

about women...

When I was outside
and read what wise men

had to say about the meaning
of life or happiness.

I thought: they were sages doing
what they were supposed to do.

Happiness?
When life is very good to us -

that's happiness everybody knows.

Prison made me think.
- Where does prison come in?

I need to illustrate my
point with an example.

I think to understand
the nature of happiness

we need to pry into the
nature of repletion. Look!

Remember the Lubyanka or your
time in counter-intelligence.

Remember that thin watery porridge

without a single sparkle of fat.
Do you just eat it?

Just dine on it?
No - it's holy communion!

You receive it with awed reverence.
You eat it from the tip of a spoon

utterly absorbed in
the process of eating

and the pleasurable feeling
suffuses your whole body.

And - lo and behold!

you live six months on a
diet of next to nothing!

Pigging it on choice chops

can't compare! No!

This is happiness.

It is never related to
your overall welfare

we've wrested from life.

As the Taoist ethic has it:

He who knows how to be content
will always be content.

Right. Milka and I
were extremely content.

What Milka?
- The one I was with in this bunker.

I've just told you the story.

Well, what do great
Ayurvedic minds say about it?

Forget about the Vedic minds.
Take this directly from me.

I've been in this con
harness for five years.

Most people never understand
their proper goals.

They die like ignoramuses,
like you will die,

without ever knowing
spiritual values.

Harken child!

You put your own experience ahead
of the experience of mankind.

How do your personal disasters

make us change our convictions?

Of all the pigheadedness!
You struggle to hoist your faith

in the triumph of your communism

without actually believing in it.

It's no faith! It's scientific
knowledge, you dunderhead!

Who's a dunderhead here?
- You are.

How can historical materialism
stop being objectively true

because of two of us being in prison?

Try to understand,
it was the clarion call

the ruling passion of my youth,
you see?

Since that time I've received
so many kicks from this life

my skepticism may be a
shelter by the wayside

to sit out the storm.

You'll never make a real skeptic!

Why so?
- There's a good reason to that.

Skeptics are supposed
to cultivate ataraxia

or imperturbability, and you boil
over at the slightest excuse!

Yes, you're right.

Ataraxia. I always train my mind...

What do I train it to do?

To soar above it all.
- Yeah...

I cultivate this intellectual
soaring in myself.

And still I'm getting
indignant all the time.

And you're at my throat because

there's a shortage of potable
water at Dzhezkazgan camp.

I wish you had ever been there.

You might have gone
out a different man.

You are the only man here considering

the MGB methods appropriate.
- Yes I do.

I think so because

I'm well aware of

the fact that only the
surface is rotting.

The tree should be
cured and not axed down.

What's next then?

The next step is the
inevitable moment of choice.

We have two major global forces.
Which side would you take?

Shrug the spell off!
You're talking in an alien voice.

It just suits the Bozo
to reason that way.

Listen! He's the supreme man.

He is the Robespierre and
the Napoleon of our revolution.

You'll grasp it one day.
He sees much further than...

Than both of us can see.
- Much further...

And he's the only visionary around?

Prisoner Nerzhin reporting

to the director of
the institute Yakonov.

Come on in.

Come in. Gleb Vikentievich.
Take a seat.

Half an hour ago I thought
of you and wondered

what winds had brought
you to the Acoustics Lab.

I highly value your
achievements here.

But you could give a better credit

to the results yielded
by the 7th Lab.

Your lab considers them
'a half-goner',

albeit a precious one.

I'd like to have

a little more profit from
the activities of your lab.

Why in the hell do you deal

with this mumbo-jumbo?
Why should you care

about all these styr
and smyr syllables

getting through the interferences?

Gleb Vikentievich,
you're a mathematician.

And your knowledge is universal.

Turn around.

Indeed

the math fraternity developed

an enviable ritual of restraint.

Mathematicians have
always seemed to me

to be some kind of a
Rozenkreutzer-like order.

And I've always wished to be
initiated into their mysteries.

Don't be shy. Shake hands.

Now I'm leaving you
alone for half an hour.

Have some tea and indulge
in fond reminiscences.

I hope that Professor
Yerenev will brief you

on the goals that the 6th
Directorate has set forth.

Hello!

Petr Trofimich.

I haven't seen you
for 9 years already.

I went through the war - Poland,
Byelorussia, Eastern Prussia.

All this was followed by
prisons and cold transit camps.

And how have you been here?
Take a seat.

I went through the evacuation.
Then I defended my doctorate.

How have you got into
this establishment?

It was an ordered assignment.

I could have refused

but they pay double salaries
here and I have four children.

And our class lost many
people to wounds and death.

But I defended my candidate's thesis.

And what about our professors?
How is our Dmitry Dmitrievich?

He was shell-shocked in an air-raid

and evacuated half-dead to Kirghizia.

Do you remember his son?
He used to be a lecturer too.

Do you remember him?
I mean this handsome Stepan.

He turned over to the Germans.
High treason.

Thanks a lot.

What were you given
a prison term for?

I have wrong thoughts.

The Japanese have a law that

a man can be put on trial
for his unspoken thoughts.

But we have no such law, do we?

We have such a law too. Article 58,
paragraph 10 of the Criminal Code.

Well, cheers to our encounter.

You are still the same hooligan
as you used to be. Cheers.

Ye evening snow!

Three dust the trees and branches.

I walk along the prison yard alone...

Well, tell.

Now what are you going to do here?
In a sharashka?

The assignment is related

to the phone signal encryption.

I'm to intensify and systematize
the cryptographic work here,

to give a fresh look to
some formulas and methods.

But these objectives need
a lot of mathematicians.

And I'm glad that I have my
best student at hand here.

A lot of work ahead.
- Do you know the craft

of high boot making?

What did you say?
- Will you teach me this craft?

I still don't get you.

You seem to live in a shell.

When I finish serving
this sentence here

I'll be dispatched to
the heart of the taiga

to the lifetime exile. And I've
no knack with any handiwork.

So how am I going to survive there?

There will be another
three Mesozoic eras

before they need any
Eulerian functions there.

What are you talking about?
If we succeed

you as a prominent cryptographer
will be released early.

Your criminal record will be
cleared and you'll return to Moscow.

Let me answer you with a proverb.

It comes from a good
friend of mine here.

The same kicks both for
catching fish or smaller fry.

I can guess.
- Gratitude.

I don't want their forgiveness.

I'm not interested in
catching tiddlers for them.

Well, Gleb Vikentievich,
have you made up your mind?

I consider that my work

in the Acoustic Lab
is not yet complete.

Is this your final decision?
- Yes.

It's a pity.

You've traded

the divine food

for a ration of bean pottage.

Only time can show.

You may go, Gleb Vikentievich.

Good bye.
- Good bye.

Gleb grew up without ever having
read a single book by Mayne Reid.

Nerzhin is to be written off.

But at the age of 12 he
already took to reading

through enormous leafs of
the Izvestia Daily issues

that could completely cover him
and through detailed reports

on the trials of
villainous engineers.

The boy didn't believe

in the ingenuity of
that very first trial.

Gleb didn't understand why.

He couldn't reason it in.

But he distinctly saw
all the lies behind it.

Many engineers were
friends of his family.

He couldn't imagine these people

being not builders but villains.

This inveterate ability to sense

historical lies arrived to him early

and burst out very
acutely in his soul.

During all his youth a
muted bell rang inside him

and the urge to learn more

to discover

and to unearth the truth
grew ever stronger.

And in the evenings in the
boulevards of his native city

that were more becoming
for dreams about girls

Gleb strolled around dreaming

about the day when he
would penetrate the biggest

central prison of the country

and find the traces of the dead

and the key to that mystery.

He was a provincial boy
and didn't know then

that this prison was
called the Great Lubyanka

and that the great aspirations

are sure to be fulfilled.

Gleb Vikentyevich, I might
address you at an improper moment?

I wanted to do a test reading
of the following table.

Could you listen in and check me?
I mean as a mathematician.

Surely. Go ahead.

Now what?

He's about to send me out soon.

Why?

I wish I could stay.

Probability theory,
the theory of error...

It would be brain death.
Desiccation of the soul.

Living for the sake of welfare only.
I can't.

What room would here
be for meditation?

We still wouldn't be together.

Tell me what you're writing about?

What are you thinking of?
What are you hiding from me?

I'll tell you.

I'm writing a book on the history
of the Russian revolution,

about the real events
that happened back then.

Nobody knows it yet.

It will be a unique survey.

But anyway it will
never be published.

So I'll have to burn it.
- Don't burn it. Hand it over to me.

I'll take it outside and preserve it.
I'll hide it.

Yes.

The snowflakes fell onto your collar

shining there like stars.

They melted on your cheeks,

glistening on your palms

an eyelashes...

The evening snow...

Howe come you know?

I read them off the
paper on your desk.

What?

Are you spying on me?

How could such an idea occur to you?

I simply was very curious to
learn more about your writings.

Forgive me.

I do love you.

I swear I'll never tell
anything about all that.

Do forgive me.

Forget it.

I'm sorry too. Forget it.

Where is Serafima Vitalyevna?

Is she alone in there?
- She's with Nerzhin.

Der... vskob... shtob...

I need a diode/triode combined lamp.

A double diode/triode?

Yes, 6TD2 model.
Let me finish with the table.

Gven... Zhen...
- OK. I'll wait here.

It's all right.

Monday... I shall be on duty.

Come in the evening, when there
is no one else left in the lab.

I shall heave a shoe at that
blue bulb one of these days!

The light gets on my nerves.

What, the blue light?

For one thing it has a short
wave length and so more quanta.

Why is it so dark in this room?

Why do they switch the
white light off so early?

Val my lad.

Twits like you would be swanning
around till one o'clock.

Who needs light at midnight?

Who's smoking again?

Bastards...

Damn! The teapot's cold as well.

When will I get to the privilege
of having some hot water?

We'd rather stop it.
Lights out has sounded!

I dare say you'll sleep
when you're ready.

Never mind lights out

I think I hear the
national anthem somewhere.

They have no sense of humor.

They've been blaring out that
anthem for five solid minutes.

It's gut-wrenching!
When will it ever end?

Why on earth couldn't they
make do with one verse?

There's an island in the
Arctic Ocean. Makhotkin Island.

It's named after the
polar aviator Makhotkin

who is now doing a stretch
for anti-Soviet agitation.

So it is.
- Listen Mikhailovich!

She puts some bed clothes
on the floor for me

and lies on the bed herself.

She was a juicy piece I can tell you.

I beg you -
talk about anything except women.

Our hearty meat rations turn

all this small talk
into an anti-social act.

Mikhail Kuzmich why do you
keep tossing and turning?

Can't I turn over if I want to?
- Of course you can

but remember that
every move down below

is heavily amplified up here.

You've managed to
miss the camps so far.

They sleep four to a bunk there.

When one man turns over the
other three are seasick.

Sometimes a man down
below rigs up a curtain

and brings a woman in.
And when he's shagging her...

Haven't you heard my plea?

You get a magnitude 12 earthquake!
People still managed to sleep.

There are so many pretty lassies...

There so many sweety smiles...

But there is just one
that really troubles me...

She steals your sleep
and shreds your calmness.

You're in love...

Lev Borissovich,
you're singing off the tune.

I'm so sorry.

It is a spell.

I've got news for you, pals!
Bobynin's been

driven off somewhere!
- What do you mean?

I dunno.
The lieutenant came in and told him

to put on...
- Handcuffs?

Just his coat and his hat.
- Did he take his gear?

No gear.

Some big shot must have sent for him.

Foma?

Foma would have come here -
aim a bit higher!

The tea's gone cold. How sordid!

You're always rattling
that spoon in your glass

after lights out!

I'm sick and tired of it!
- Be quiet.

So how am I supposed to stir my tea?

Noiselessly.

Only cosmic catastrophes

are noiseless.

Because the sound doesn't
travel in the outer space.

Even if we had a nova outburst

right behind our backs

we wouldn't have heard it.

Rusik, your blanket is
about to fall to the floor.

Why don't you tuck it in?

Do you realize that our Sun is

a nova

and that the Earth is
doomed to destruction

in the very near future?

I refuse to believe it.

I'm so young and I want to live!

Compared with a star you're so green.

Can you make jokes
from the other side?

Pryanchikov! Where are you?

I'm on my bed.
- Get dressed quickly.

With my garb?
- No garb.

The car is waiting downstairs.
- A Black Maria?

A Pobeda.

Who's summoning me?
- Get dressed quickly!

Valya, drop a word for
all of us up there.

Tell them about section 58
prisoners get one visit a year.

Give a real earful to them.
- And about the letters, too.

Well, if I'm not back,
keep good remembrance of me.

Truly yours. Pryanchikov.

And don't forget about hot water,
Valya.

But I need a clean shirt and a tie.
- You'll get it all.

These bastards are
really running around.

Listen, what has happened?
This is the first time ever.

Might a war break out? Are they
taking us out to the firing squad?

Shut up, fool! Why would we
be picked out one by one then?

When it really starts we'll
be executed wholesale.

Or they'll infect us with bubonic
plague through our porridge

the way Germans did in camps in 1945.

Let's have some sleep, pals.
We'll learn more tomorrow.

It used to happen
that way in 1939-1940.

Beria used to summon Boris Stechkin.

And he always came back
with some new assignment.

We either had a new prison head
officer or extended outside walks.

Stechkin hated the bribing system.

He hated these rationing categories.

When academicians get
sour cream and eggs,

professors have a daily
allocation of 40 g of butter

and rank-and-file
personnel -20 grams.

Boris Stechkin was a good man.

Let his soul rest in peace.
- Did he die?

No. They released him.

He became a Stalin Prize winner.

Abramson has just finished serving
his first 10-year sentence.

Now he was one of the
few local dwellers

who lived through the full term

of these horrible 10-year stretches.

He knew that they were
not a folklore myth.

They were neither a
court martial nightmare

nor an anecdote that lasts
until the first general amnesty

that rookies are so
eager to believe in.

These were full-bodied
ten or 15 years

of a real human life.

Viktor Semenovich,

engineers Pryanchikov and
Bobynin are here at your request.

Start with Pryanchikov.

Engineer Pryanchikov, come on in.

Good evening.

Good evening.
Do you play lawn tennis?

Occasionally I do.

I'm sorry. Are these your prizes?

Mine.
- That's great.

Are you really the leading
engineer of the group?

Take a seat.

Are you working on the
artificial speech device?

What device? Artificial speech?
It is sheer nonsense.

I'm really sorry.
We simply don't call it that way.

It was a name given to it

during the anti-Western campaign.

In fact it is called a voice coder.

So you're the leading engineer,
aren't you?

Yes. Now what?
Don't I look like one?

I'd like to ask you
as a leading engineer

to tell me honestly

without fearing any repressions
from your superiors...

I'll do my best.

Tell me

when the vocoder will be ready?

But give me a straight answer.

Will it be completed in a month?

Or would it be more appropriate
to speak about two months?

Don't be afraid of giving
me a straight answer.

Our vocoder?

Completed? Forget it.

You might have a misconception
of what a vocoder really is.

I'll explain it to you.

I'll take this sheet
of paper and a pencil.

The thing is that the human voice

consists of multiple harmonics.

The idea of a vocoder

is in creating an artificial
model of a human voice.

I'm sorry. It broke.

The result is the sum
of almost all harmonics.

At least the most important
of them are included.

Each of these bits may be

transmitted by a separate path.

I assume you're well aware,
of the Decartian coordinate system.

It is high school stuff.

Do you know anything
about Fourier rows?

Wait...
- Let me explain...

Wait.

When will it be completed?

What?
- When will it be ready?

Completed?

I've never thought about this.

The interesting thing is that
the task becomes much easier

if we roughen the voice.
The number of the variables...

What might the completion date be?

What's the expected completion date?

Is it March 1 or April 1?

April?

It can't be April.

Without cryptographers
the process will take

no less than 3 months.
It might be up to 5 months.

Also, after the
encryption/decryption procedure

the quality will be even worse.

I wouldn't make a bet on that.

Let's say half a year.

Six months?

Yes. Six months.

Do you give your word on that?

Yes I do.

Please, don't get so upset.

I'll explain everything to you.

You'll see it for yourself.

The rush will be
harmful to our work.

Just a minute.
- Take him away.

Just a second.

I've made a drawing for you.
Here it is.

Look through the formulas
when you have more time.

I forgot about the
most important issue.

It concerns the hot water.

We finish working late
and there is no hot water.

We can't have tea.
Will you help us?

All right. There will be a
lot of hot water for you.

Thanks a lot.

Bring in the second one.

End of Episode 1

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