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Look at the the bills, we'll have to pay a lot.

Son of a bitch!

Oh Jeez, will you ever calm down?

Can you imagine the rates!

It's Ukraine, not even Europe!

Can I have one quiet morning please?

Bitch!

You are in my house

and I'm gonna fucking decide who gets to be quiet!

- You called me bitch?! - Oh, here they go again...

One morning! Just one morning, by God, please!

I broke my back for this government,

and they give me back a dick that big and wanna me to devour.

Don't go.

- Please, come back! Get together! - Coffee! Watch out!

I got 5 minutes. Late for work now.

Please, come over, you must!

Again? Wassup?

Again!

We're a family!

Sit down!

We're a building block of our young state.

Nadia, not now, this is not a good time!

It is! The time is just right! Sit here, I beg you!

Sometimes life hits hard, it's true…

Just make it short.

You know what...

I'm fed up with your "make it short" throughout our family life!

What?

Nothing!

I have always kept us afloat and I will now.

You're only good at whining.

And who's gonna work?

Who will cook, do the laundry and get us a bank loan, eh?

I'll do a man's job one last time,

and then we all split up!

Come on, ma… It's too early for this.

We don't sit at home, we do stuff...

You ain't do nothing!

Dad sits at Hrisha's with beers,

and you in your seedy garage.

What are you fixing there, tell me -

- whores' "bumpers" or what? - Nadia!

- And she calls herself a teacher... - I AM a teacher!

- There is no other way to make you learn your lesson... - Stop teaching me!

I know my thing.

That bank loan pops up a gazillion times.

I'll take a bank loan myself soon and open my car service. And I am fucking moving outta here.

Got it?

- Really? - Really!

Outta here? No such luck, dear.

Let her talk at last.

A minute of listening is better than hours of swearing.

Are you in a hurry?

No, mom, I'll be eating breakfast and listening to you forever.

Speak or we leave.

Sit down!

I said, take your sit!

Nadia!

Are you in a hurry to learn your nursery rhymes?

Your preschool years are over.

You're eighteen!

These rhymes, mama, are my entrance exam for Acting School!

Who cares about your exam?

You tried already, got told you were lousy.

Do something else, something useful.

Isn't acting useful?

Please, sit for a while, love.

Just sit down, please.

An actress of a never-existed theatre.

Shut up!

Have you even seen actresses? Now look at you?

And unbraid your hair!

Don't touch me!

- Nadia, you've gone too far... - Too far? I'm telling the truth…

Let me finish and then go as far as you want.

Go on, I'll stand here.

Our school is part of the Program on adapting pupils to LGBT community.

To what?

To what?

To fags, dykes, transgenders and these... bisexuals.

Right!

So kids know from their tender age that LGBTs are same as us and no threat.

There we go... Kids are being taught to fuck in the ass.

Shut up...

Gross!

How I ended up living with you for 25 years, ah?

What if it feels good?

All we tried was one position for two-three minutes...

You're nuts!

Let me finish!

It's an EU-sponsored adaptation program.

Suitable also for families...

Thanks.

LESSONS OF TOLERANCE

LESSON 1. "CAUSE SHE'S FUCKING TIRED"

Wassup, mom?

Don't you see?

Packing.

Packing, why?

'Cause I'm fucking tired!

Oh God... Mom! Mom, no!

Stop kidding. Take a chill pill.

Have you at least looked at the brochures?

I thought you were joking.

Yes, I was. So funny I can't stop laughing...

I ain't wanna hear a word about some fag bossing us in my apartment.

It's not funny, mama, I mean it...

Wassup, mom?

Whattya doing? Why are you pullin' it out? I have my tools there...

Look, what are you doing?

Why you throwing them away?

See, she's gone nuts!

What if I wanna take you out of this shit?

If only you bothered to read the brochures, you'd see I'm saving us.

Not only make normal people outta you brutes…

but also pay off our debts.

Calm down, mom, we are reading it now.

Here! Let's start...

Mom!

Page 2.

«STATE PROGRAM OF EQUALITY ...»

See below.

«By the Presidential Decree, the key objective of our state is to eliminate prejudice...

Can't you read what is says in the frame?

I see!

«the State guarantees to lower all taxes and fees for all citizens who volunteer to complete the Adaptation Program…»

«The overall housing and utility subsidy is 90% for all services and other fees».

Holy shit…

yeah, kinda deal.

That's what I'm saying.

What?

Selling oneself to fags sounds attractive?

Fuck off!

Damn - That's it!

Denys!

Nadia, listen!

If we agree to this, them folks will find out.

So what?

So what...

What will the neighbours say?

Relatives?

What about Hrisha?!

Just imagine how Hrisha will take it.

Do you even imagine how much we're in debt?

He gonna kill me...

Hands off, I say!

Give it to me, now!

Give me that!

Come on!

Let it go!

Let it go!

I'll get us the money, Nadia. I promise.

Fuck you, Hrisha, are you Denys's godfather or what?

So lend me some money, stop jawing, man...

No, no time for beers tonight...

Nor tomorrow...

Oh.

Nadia tied me up to her skirt?

What to talk about? Either you lend me money or you don't...

You have a good pension. Really fat one.

How can I retire? At fucking fifty?

Ok, Hrisha, I got it. You don't give a fuck about me and your godson...

Denys is too busy too...

What?

He is working his ass out in his garage...

Car repairs, don't tell me you don't know...

He does not! You are jerking off, Hrisha, not him.

He always has a car to fix...

Whatcha mean, he doesn't earn a dime?

He earns but a little, just enough to cover his cigs.

You know who his clients are...

Those old rags, pensioners...

Oh, fuck it!

What kind of a relative you are...

I ain't mean to tell you to fuck off, don't get mad!

What? You heard wrong!

I said "Fuck it!"...

Oh, come on!

I'm sorry...

Said without thinking, sorry...

I got it. Bye.

Children are still wide awake,

and I got headache.

I don't mean that.

By the way, it's been two weeks.

So I wouldn't mind if we..

Can you feel that?

Move away from me!

Nadia!

Away, I told ya!

I just... wanna talk about the LGTV.

LGBT.

That's it.

This program… from those brochures you brought.

Let's give it a try.

I only fear for kids.

God, what an idiot you are!

Don't turn away!

I said we could give it a try.

We aim for Europe…

so we must grow as people...

So?

So what?

I say, let's try.

You sure?

I am, for now.

But I do say, I got this fear for kids...

Enough!

We'll talk in the morning!

Okay…

I said I have a headache. Don't you get it?

I'll have a puff.

LESSON 2. WHERE IS THE HOMOSEXUAL?

Daughter! Come here!

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

My name is Vasyl Zayets.

I represent "Lessons of Tolerance" program.

The Naydiuks.

We're the Naydiuk family.

Where is your homosexual?

Is he coming tomorrow?

I am the homosexual.

Cool joke, Vasia!

I'm not at all joking.

Look here.

Please, welcome.

Come in, please.

Yes, course... come in...

Come here, to the room!

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Why you took your shoes off?

No need...! Come on!

I'll fetch the slippers.

It's ok.

I'm used to it.

Every house is a temple, so I took my shoes off.

Zinoviy, my husband.

Call me Zenyk.

My daughter Diana.

Son! Come here, son!

Denys, my son.

I am Nadiya but call me Nadia.

Oh, I almost forgot!

It's for your family.

Thanks.

What's that curio?

An LGBT globe, don't you see?

Interesting.

But no, it's a ball of unity and mutual understanding.

It's a prototype of our future planet.

I have my method of working with intolerant communities,

so I work out every detail.

Oh...

I see...

Time for lunch!

Welcome to the kitchen.

There!

I don't need this shit!

No, no!

Alcohol is banned during the project.

Fine!

Nadia!

So sorry we managed to start only on Sunday.

Everyone's at work...

Yeah, right...

Hmm, I mean I am.

We are fine.

Even better as I work Monday to Friday too.

Do have a job?

Well… I do. Why?

Ah, yeah... yeah..

What kind of a job, may I ask?

Of course.

I do plumbing for Public Utilities.

Plumbing?!

You are a plumber?!

Yes.

I'm on a paid leave for the time of our project.

But the camera?

I do photography as a hobby.

Ok, I see that.

If you don't mind we can talk on non-official terms.

Getting more casual will break useless "walls" in our communication.

Of course, we can.

Yeah, course...

Serve yourself a chop, Mr...

No Mr!

Yeah!

Try a chop. You're eating only salad.

Thank you. I'm a vegetarian.

How do you get your protein then?

Oh shit, excuse me. I spilled a little.

A little?

You spilled half a bowl of potatoes at me.

Excuse us, please... Just wipe it off.

I'll dry clean your suit later...

No worries, it's my office suit given by the Program.

They'll give it a good wash...

Your family is charming.

I think three weeks together will be mutually rewarding.

How many weeks?!

Plumbing... Uh, a gay plumber.

What a tall tale...

Why?

He does what he's been used to.

Whaddya mean?

I mean he deals with poop. Here and there too.

Ugh fuck!

What? Nothing strange about it.

True calling, so to say.

If he were a gay bulldozer operator, that'd be unusual.

Yeah. Or, say, a gay forging machine operator.

Yeah, sounds interesting.

Or a gay combine driver.

Combine driver, yeah.

Aha. Or gay... gay...

Gay dentist.

What's so strange about that?

Imagine, instead of dealing with your mouth, he starts searching for teeth in the ass...

Yuck! Just the image of it!

You are still wide awake.

Didn't want to wake you up.

We struggle to fall asleep...

Please, make yourself comfortable.

Wherever you wish, here or there.

Thanks, I have my own bed.

Sorry, I'm used to sleeping without underwear.

I hate tight-fitting stuff when I sleep.

Nice place you have here.

Feels like home.

I hope we'll get closer to each other.

How close?

He seems to have fallen asleep.

What if he's messing with us?

No, seems he's sleeping.

That fast?

You get to sleep on Diana's bed.

Mind you, if things go south - scream out loud.

Spit three times!

LESSON 3. MAN HUNT, WOMEN COOK

Now, by handing the ball of unity and mutual understanding, please, share what you expect from our teamwork.

The one with the ball talks.

It's compulsory to talk honestly and openly.

Deal?

Deal!

Why do I have to start?

You don't want?

Maybe I ain't.

Ain't not ok not to want?

It's ok.

If you're not ready, just pass the ball to someone else.

Come on.

May I start?

Of course, in any order.

Fine! I'll speak.

My expectation is that we will fuck your brain, especially I will.

You won't take it any longer and will run outta here in a week's time.

Three weeks later, you'll report to your management how fucking tolerant we've become

and that we love fags, lesbians and even trans!

What?

Is that honest enough?

What dog's bitten you, Denys?

Now you speak.

Well done!

Great for a start.

I like it.

Wtf is going on?! I don't want you to like me!

I am out!

Come back, Denys!

Denys, come back!

- Take your sit, I said! - Calm down and let him go.

It's ok.

Every community has its weak link. The sooner we find out who it is, the better we can build our teamwork.

What?

A weak link? Me?

You don't know me, dude.

I'll stay and you won't provoke me to lose my temper.

Even with this fucking lighting stupid dickhead.

Shame on you!

On this merry note, go on, Nadia.

Alrighty,

I'm expecting the best.

I am prepared to work 100%.

I've been dreaming for something new and special in my life for a long while...

Your turn, daughter… say something!

Me?

I don't know… what to say?

Your expectations from LGBT, you, stupid.

Shut up, moron!

You may want to focus on something special.

So we can work through a certain psychological aspect which has been bothering you.

She has no clue what these words mean. She needs a translator...

Don't behave like a baby in need of breastmilk!

We heard you, let others say.

Okay, go ahead. I'm not in the way.

Let me think.

Can I speak on that later, the words don't come.

Slowly shift your centre to the tailbone.

Keep the tailbone up. Good job, Zenyk!

It's a downward dog position.

Keep breathing.

Hmm... what centre?

Trade centre.

Stay focused.

I mean to centre your weight, Zenyk.

Got it...

Keep breathing. Bend your knees a little and breathe evenly.

Don't approach when I'm bent down...

Oh, pardon!

Shame on you!

Can you resist farting at least when we practice?

Sorry!

It's normal 'cause we've made our body work.

Releasing intestinal gas is a good sign.

Merci! At least someone understands me..

Ok, exercise's over.

Now, lay on your stomach first and roll onto your back.

The other way around!

Careful!

Shavasana is all about relaxation.

Hmm... Holy Mother of God!

Do people really do that everyday?

Not only daily. They've been doing it their entire life.

Keep breathing... Well done!

Now, it's over.

Namaste.

Perfect!

Uff, a surge of energy suffuses my whole body.

I feel it! Thank you so much! Namaste.

Let me take a shower first. I have a class at 8.30.

Get some rest. We can meet for individual sessions in the kitchen later.

Damn, I wanna eat in the kitchen!

Are you dumb?! Go do it!

Your aggression, Diana, is a signal of lacking love and attention.

Don't respond to aggression with aggression. Try to understand what the person wants.

I'll show you soon what I do want.

Namaste.

Fuck-aste.

Today we'll talk about gender discrimination.

About what?

Gender-based discrimination.

I've heard it well. Can you write it down for me in my copybook?

Dad, no!

Wha'?

I ain't hear what he said.

I left school after 9th grade to work at the factory,

It's okay not to know a coupla words.

I got my profession though.

And I never sat on my parents' neck...

Never sat on the parents', but took a seat later...

Don't even start, Nadia! We're having a class... and not a quarrel class.

Alright, relax.

Here, take it.

Thanks. At least someone here understands me.

So, tell me what you think - what have you heard on the topic and what's your attitude to it?

Personally I heard nothing. So I got zero attitudes.

It's okay to be unaware of the problem.

Problems like these have been silenced on purpose.

Heard nothing?

Gender means sex, dad, - male or female.

Discrimination is prejudice, violence and injustice.

I feel I'm being discriminated every day.

And mom feels so too.

Diana, gender is more about complementing the notion of sex.

It's rather your perception of sex, so to speak...

Who cares!

Both mom and you feel... injustice?

Yes!

Why are you surprised?

Why it's us always gotta be in the kitchen?

Whaddya mean?

To cook.

Exactly! Are we the cooks then?

What do you mean, "the cooks"?

So why do we always cook?

Every single day!

I mean, me and mom. From dawn till dusk! Eh?

Wait, who'll cook then?

Who?

You, dad.

Or Denys.

A man's got 'em hands, right?

Or mom and I have some special hands made for cooking?

And your hands are made for spoons, cups and cigs, and bottles of beer... Is that it?

Hold on a sec!

You're talking me round and I have no clue what you mean to say.

Mom and you are women, right?

Right.

So you cook. End of story.

Phew! That's your philosophy of life.

Why not make women plough fields...

What philosophy?

Zenyk, tell me, please. What stops you from cooking?

Well... I don't know... Nothing I guess.

Nothing?

I work all day, so why do I have to cook back home at night if you stay home all day?

Whattya mean "why"?

Because if you don't, we'll stay hungry.

Why don't you make us a dish if you stay home all day?

I imagined what dad's dish would look like...

Yeah!

I don't cook 'cause I don't know how.

And why don't you?

Well... stop asking strange questions!

It's not men's business. End of story.

What's men's business, dad?

Oh, fuck! You think I'm stupid or what!

Everyone knows that men have been on the hunt for prey for women to cook since prehistoric times.

To cook for herself, for her husband and kids.

You're talking bullshit.

What prey do you hunt?

I got a headache. Gimme some pills, daughter.

LESSON 4. SHE WANTS THE PINK SHOES

Let's finish with dumplings and reschedule our session for tomorrow.

I see you're tired.

Just a wee tired.

We rescheduled yesterday. Let's get it done tonight.

Okay.

How was your day?

I'll boil the water...

Well...

Like any other day.

For twenty-four years.

Twenty-four?

I've been tired for twenty-four years...

Vasia!

What happened?

Don't have a turnoff valve?

No turnoff valves at all.

You really have no turnoff valves.

Of course, everything is off here for such a long while...

Get me any kind of wrench.

Not only faucets leak.

It's like the entire life is... leaking through fingers.

I have a feeling like... nothing will ever happen in my life.

Nothing! And it terrifies me.

I am like a zombie, you know what I mean?

I keep going as if something's pushing me in my back.

As if I don't want to go but I keep going anyway

with my arms stretched, my mouth open, jaw curved... I go and go. Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat...

Is there something you want?

I don't know...

Nothing?

Nothing... Nothing anymore...

I want!

I want to go to the islands, fresh juices, massage.

I want to travel and stay in expensive hotels and go shopping.

I want just to spend money without saving, without choosing what to buy - just spend on things I see.

I see and I buy at least once in my life.

I want that pink shoes.

You know, I watch the travel shows and it is as I am traveling there with the host!

I want it all, Vasia, but I will never get any of it.

Never ever.

And it makes me so sad that I could hardly breath. As if a brick is stuck here in my chest.

Anahata is like a brick. It's Anahata, right?

That's right...

And I have no one to talk to.

Doesn't matter what I say 'cause I know nobody will hear me.

Nobody!

Nadia, you should give it a try.

I don't want.

I am so tired to carry everyone on my back...

I want someone to come to me first and ask me sincerely, and not...

Oh... sorry... I can't breathe...

Stay calm, you can count on me, right.

Calm down, right… spread your wings! Keep your spine straight!

Yes... yeah... I feel better...

Can you feel that?

Is it better?

Hold on, hold on!

That tickles!

Hold on, hold on!

What the?

Why the fuck you're touching my wife?!

I figured right from the beginning something's wrong here!

Why did you do it?! Why?

If he doesn't come back we won't complete the program...

Shut up! We WILL complete it...

I said «I'm sorry»...

Even asked Denys to text him.

Did you message him?

Yes, I did.

I wrote this on a piece of paper and asked Denys to send him by email.

You're sure you sent it?

Sure as heck I did! I did!

How come... To attack a person out of the blue...

How could I know?

What if he had perverted mind?

You were moaning so loud...

I was breathing.

Breathing with your breasts dancing.

And undressed, your shoulders naked...

God, what an idiot you are! It's called a massage.

Call yourself massage.

What was I supposed to think?

I come in and see him naked, touching her...

He was massaging my back!

And he wasn't naked. Just took his wet T-shirt off.

I was sad and wanted to spread my wings...

And you... classic you! It's because of you I can't breathe!

You ain't give me anything!

I ain't give you naught?

Why you're saying it?

So tell me, what exactly I don't give you...

Have you ever bothered to ask me?

Have you?

I surely asked once. That's for sure.

Don't you get at least one thing?

What do I have to understand?

I tell you what...

Why we are still together if there ain't nothing left between us?

Nothing!

We pass by each other every day in this apartment. Day after day, year after year...

Sometimes, once a month, when we feel a strong need we have a quick sex, and that's it...

Daughter, please, leave...

No, she stays!

Let her hear so she won't date anyone like you.

What do you mean "like me"?

I don't want any of this!

Not this, not what we have!

Hey, that's enough, calm down... I hear you...

You think your "calm down" really calms me down?!

Do you still feel something for me or have your feelings become stale?

Mom...

Mom...

Nobody...

Nobody asks me how I really feel,

nobody ever tells me "I love you",

no one hugs me, even on my birthday.

Mama!

Mama!

Why are you screaming?

I can't hear TV.

Damn it!

He'll be back...

Don't touch me!

LESSON 5. PUT YOUR AGGRESSION IN YOUR ASS

Good morning!

Good morning!

Thank you for coming back...'Cause I didn't know what to do.

I didn't figure out... My eyes deceive me without spectacles.

It's alright.

We were trained to deal with these situations.

I took my time but you need to write everything you've just said down in the diary of honesty.

I already did... and asked Denys to send you by email.

Good.

By the by, thanks for fixing the tap.

But for you, everything woulda been flooded...

Who else will deal with taps, if not a plumber?

Yeah... No, wait...

Listen… I mean… Nadia said you gave her a massage and she…

Well, she relaxed for the first time.

Yes, that's right.

Ah... Listen... I would like to learn...

how to do it right...

To give massage?

Yeah, massage.

I just wanna learn.

Is it included into our... adaptation course?

We'll try if you really want to.

Of course, I do. Thanks.

Sometime later, ok. Not today.

Sure, no problem.

Listen... But I ain't want anyone to know… nor to see. You know what I mean?

Yes, sure.

I'll call for Denys.

Denys! Come now!

You need a pen?

Cork would be better.

A cork?

What for?

What do you want to talk about?

Can we just stay silent?

We can, but why?

You don't care for your time?

Ok, you want honesty?!

Yes.

If it were my will, I would incarcerate you and everyone like you and build a concrete wall to keep you isolated.

And I would not ever let you fucking out.

I'd set a barbed wire on top of the fence so you couldn't even climb over.

Okay.

Yeah!

And I'd throw you some food from time to time for you not to die a hungry death.

And I'd keep you there till the rest of your life.

And you do what you want.

Fuck in the ass, in the mouth... I don't know... in the ears... wherever.

Got me?

Yes. I understand what you're talking about...

I tolerate you here only 'cause of mom, ok?!

We have money problems, and you can solve them.

So, I must tolerate you here... Got it?

Yes, I got it.

When this program is over, I'll find you. What a pleasure it would be to kick your fucking ass!

Got it?

I got it.

What you got, you sick fuck?! Ah?

Don't even look at me with your fucking faggy eyes, filthy cocksucker!

Fuck off, you got me?

I perfectly got you. Why so nervous? You can kick my ass right now.

What?

You heard me.

I know your type well.

You only know how to blah-blah-blah and bully. But you can't really do anything.

You say you'll kick my ass, and you do nothing. Am I right?

You have a family problem 'cause nobody works except Nadia.

And you keep telling me what a cool dude you are so you will incarcerate people like me...

Why so cool you can't just earn money for family? Ah?

You are like a cockerel with your wings flapping and you do nothing.

You're asking me to smash your fucking face for calling me "cockerel"?

I'll make a cockerel out of you!

And?

"And?" what, fucking queen?!

I'll smash your cam!

Oh fuck, it hurts!

Cool down a bit, cockerel.

Cool down.

Fuck, man, I have ear pain, You can't pour cold water in!

Cool down!

What the fuck are you doing?!

Let him go!

Let him ask me.

Fuck you!

Are you mad?! Let him go!

Look, his face turns blue!

You want me to let go? I can't hear you.

Fuck, let me go!

Okay.

What's going on? What the fuck are you doing?!

Dunno... I came in and saw them like this...

Nothing special.

We were practicing.

Specific cooperative skills.

Am I right?

Yeah...

Very specific...

You've seen?

What?

You noticed he took his suitcase?

He can take it. I put my tools elsewhere.

Are you going far?

It's all right. The farther the better.

You ain't going nowhere.

Why?

Because.

Someone gets out, they throw us outta program. You know it.

I know and I ain't give a shit. Let me out.

You ain't give a shit? On top of that they'll fine us.

We have no money to pay the fines!

Give us some, and then get out! Now!

You have zero money.

So put your aggression deep in the ass, and try to stomach Vasyl a little longer for the sake of our family...

I ain't care a flying fuck about him!

Just look what they're doing!

You think I am really aggressive to these dykes and fags?

Homosexuals.

Ok...

Homosexuals.

Let them fuck how and who they want.

So what's your problem?

Why are you driving Vasyl nuts? He didn't wrong you, did he?

No.

I'm the problem.

You? How?

I do not care!

Understand?

I don't give a shit about Vasia.

And my indifference really bothers me.

Cause it's not normal.

Is it normal to not care a thing about men like him?

You know what I mean?

I didn't get anything at all!

See... Maybe I'm so afraid of my indifference that I start to work myself up.

I double, triple my aggression on purpose to make me believe I really wanna kill Vasia.

So don't work yourself up, son...

Easier said than done.

Dudes always keep asking how I stomach this fag at home and when I gonna kill him at last.

Course, I say, like, I nearly bear with him and am ready to punch his face anytime...

But my inner feeling is that I really don't care.

And it scares the shit out of me...

That's why I attacked him.

Furthermore, he called me "cockerel"...

Oh, God!

What's wrong about it!

Take it easy.

Tell your dudes anything you want, but feel relaxed at home.

You ain't care a thing about him - fine, let it be so.

Otherwise we're out of the program.

As if it weren't bad enough.

Would you look at the time!?

I wanna have dinner.

LESSON 6. HE'S GAY, NOT A MARTIAN

And now, a new activity!

Everyone who has the ball shall say three compliments to everyone in the room.

Oh wow! A compliment for whom?

For everybody.

Everyone?

But personally, of course.

And for you too?

For me too.

Thanks, Vasia!

It is with you that we did something together, as a family, for the first time.

And I like it.

So this is my compliment No.1.

You took a good start!

My turn or what?

Say something to Nadia.

I say...

You're... my swallow, my fish... my bunny.

Those are not compliments but biological species.

No, Zenyk, don't stick with the first what comes to mind.

Look Nadia in the eyes.

See something in her eyes. Feel what her eyes tell you…

What's in there. And say it… Heartfelt...

Just a moment, ok... Let me focus...

Almost there...

Nadia, you are the wisest woman I've ever met.

You're noble.

You're so... so... sweet and kind to me

that sometimes it makes me think that I don't deserve you as my wife.

I mean it...

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and think... how did she have the courage to marry me?

To make it shorter, I think that I'm nobody without you.

It feels so, so good to be with you..

That's enough. Or you'll make me cry...

Ma, dad, I love you...

Oh, hearts melted.

Meanwhile I can compliment you.

What am I to say?

A compliment.

You look manly.

You have beautiful eyes.

And you're kind.

And you have a beautiful smile.

Why break in like that?!

And why sit here in the middle of the night?

Sit down so that mom won't see you.

She is sleeping.

Oh yeah, she is... She oversees all even while asleep.

Here, take that to sit on.

Care for a toke?

I'd like it, if it's something good, not some schwag.

You make me so fucking mad. Schwag?

Then what is this?

Just ordinary ganja.

Have you ever smoked?

I'm gay, not a Martian. I had.

Mom says you are very useful to our family.

And that we are already changing a wee for the better.

Because the society has made social freaks of you,

and everyone sees you as aliens.

So, you really look like a Martian.

And what do you think?

Come on, get off your fucking high horse!

Will you always answer like that, as if you are in control of the situation?

Are you gay, the wise man?

Are all gays like that?

That's the same as me saying that all heterosexuals are psychos like you.

Fuck, what's the use of talking with you...

What?

Wow!

I'm getting so high...

Yes, it takes me to the Amazon rain forests, the planet's lungs.

What?

To the Carpathian Mountains, to the Alpine meadows...

Hey, you there, on the meadows!

Are you calling gays on the meadows?

Not ordinary gays, Hutsul gays. Gay Boykos.

Gay Lemkos.

Whatta say you?

Do you feel uneasy?

Wha?

I see it's hard for you.

And I see it's hard for you.

Do you think it's not visible?

And what do you see?

The weed gives an entirely new vision...

I see that you are feeling sad.

You attacked me the day before yesterday,

And now you are treating me with weed

and talking like that...

What's wrong with you?

I don't know...

It's hard for me to understand...

I don't care if you're gay or... Fuck in whatever way... I don't give a shit... Stiff shit. But!

But I'm nervous because of you. You make me so fucking mad, got it?

I'm sick of it all...

What exactly are you sick of?

Piss off! I said, don't know!

Maybe you have a kind of exercise or fucking yoga to sort things out and relieve tension. Ha?

The joint doesn't help anymore...

I have.

LESSON 7. A MAN WAS TOUCHING HIM

Oh, you are here.

I thought there was no one.

Yes, they went shopping while you were jogging.

I'm alone here..

Listen, um...

Do you remember teaching me massage recently?

That relaxing one?

Yep, that's right.

Well, you know I forgot how to move my hands... uhm, when giving the massage...

I see. So, do you want me to remind you?

Well... yes, if you don't mind.

No, of course, I don't mind. I will gladly show it again.

Today we have what, Wednesday?

Let's say Friday, okay?

And what about doing it right now? Are you okay with that?

Now?

Yeah, right now.

Can you also tell me about the oils?

I want, as you said...

You know, I want to make her relaxed with my hands. Tomorrow evening...

Oh, you even brought in aroma oils?

Course! I specifically asked for something "relaxing".

Right, let's not waste time,

lie down on the table.

What are you doing?

No need for that?

No.

Okay, got it!

Listen, you can't do it with your legs here... well, to lie down.

You just bend over and put the upper body down. I will show you the main movements quickly, and that's it.

Yeah, thanks.

I appreciate that you agreed. I already asked her out... as you said.

And, well... I want to be fully prepared.

Sounds good. It's a smart move to do it now.

Right, you need to warm your palms first.

Then massage the oil into your palms...

And start slowly touching the skin.

Easy, without pressure...

Yeah, I remember that.

And um... I want to ask you to take the children out.

Well, tomorrow night...

Okay, we'll go to the movies.

Aha. And you also mentioned some... Chinese grub.

Japanese? Sushi, you mean?

Yes, Japanese sushi.

Do you want me to get them delivered?

No, no! I'll do it myself.

Alrighty. No problem...

And now, you see, we need to knead the body.

Yes, yes...

Listen, I'm telling ya, you've done a lot for our family..., and 'course, you keep doing.

And for me personally.

All this seems goddamn simple...

But somehow, we forgot how to thank each other...

touch each other...

Oh yes... that's good... Wow, that's a right spot!

Here?

Yes, around the shoulders...

Yay! Can you do it a bit stronger?

Oh yes... right, yes... please more, more... yeah... yes... and a bit stronger... Dammit, it's awesome!

What are you doing here?!

Crap, it's Nadia...

Ma, I'll take the bags to the kitchen.

Wow.

Oh come on.

Good Lord! I could expect from anyone but you that you would want to have sex with him! And that you would like him.

Look, Nadia, it was just individual tutoring.

Yeah, I saw that it wasn't a group one.

Nadia, come on, stop it.

I was wondering, why we hadn't had sex since the start of the program?

Then I told myself, it's okay, Zenyk's just stressed...

Turns out, you de-stress this way.

Hold on, mom. Don't go berserk!

They said that was just a massage. Vasyl told me about these procedures as well.

Do you really think he's into dad? You must be kidding.

Why have you decided to take his side, I wonder?

No reason!

It's just wrong to attack a person without going into the matter...

You can't be serious! He just wanted to fuck our father.

Or maybe he has already fucked...

Stop talking nonsense, silly girl!

I'm talking 'bout what I see! And that's just part of what I've seen...

I signed up for this program to save our family.

And I thought you would help me with it.

And you...

You seduced my husband!

Stop it...

Nadia, no one seduced anyone...

Mom, don't blame him...

That's all right, don't worry...

Perhaps you'd also like to turn my son gay?

Nadia, I won't turn him a werewolf, will I?

What?

Did you touch my son?

Yes, mom, he did.

I happened to see them kissing on the balcony at night...

Tell 'em.

Ooh, what the fuck!

Why are you oohing?

That's my right. We kissed once. To relax.

We just got high...

Tell me, have you kissed a man for the first time?

C'mon, speak up!

You deaf? Tell us.

I got nothing to say. I'm not gay, got it?

Yes, it also happened once before while I was drunk...

Everyone had such an experience at some point...

I didn't have.

Me neither.

Oh, please, don't I know it... Valia told me everything...

What did she tell you?

Shut up! Shut up and get lost.

Take yourself off too. Out of my sight, you two.

Nadia...

You, get out too.

Dear God.

Never have I thought.

How many times do I hafta tell you that? You may not.

Why?

I don't want to talk to you. You've been touched up by a man.

Yes, because I trusted him, because you trusted him.

I realized that I ignored you; I didn't feel you.

And this gay managed to reveal it...

Oh, that tone.

Did gay teach you this too?

What's it gotta do with him gay?

Yes, he gave a push.

Course he did.

Well... not a push... he just stimulated me...

Of course it was stimulating.

Dammit! Not that... Well, you see the point.

What shall I see?

Well...

Firstly, we weren't going to have sex.

Secondly, I was going to do a nice thing to you.

And... and learn how to do it for more than two minutes. Got it?

There are different methods...

Has he shown these methods to you?

Course not; Why do you twist my words?!

I realized that to develop a relationship, I should put effort... into developing our family. Got it now?

What are you doing here, huh?

Talking to your mother.

Did you understand me?

Step aside.

Some of it. I need to think.

Think faster because he must call and report that everything is okay.

Diana, hon, where is Denys?

Smoking on the balcony.

Feels so good.

Be honest, did you know that Denys likes boys?

I think he likes both.

Meaning?

I mean boys and girls.

God forgive me for saying so...

I could not even think that I have such son.

You, who do you like?

I don't know...

How so?!

Take it easy. Boys, of course.

Thank God! At least you are normal...

And what kind of boys do you like?

Here, for example, this red-haired Dima from the neighbouring house...

And he Is always so friendly with me, says "Howdy, Auntie Nadia".

Definitely not.

What's wrong with him?

He's cute.

I like boys like Vasyl.

Which Vasyl?

Your classmate, Horbyk?

That shorty?

Of course, not!

Like this one, Vasyl, who's staying with us.

This Vasyl?

The gay, you mean?

Yes, he's gay.

But I like him.

So, you're queer, too, if you like gays.

Although... He's interesting, I must admit. Charming.

Charming for sure.

Listen, but if Denys likes both boys and girls, does it mean he is not gay?

But I ain't gay, damn it! How many times do I have to repeat the same thing to you?

You don't need to repeat; I got it.

I'm kinda worried...

Different thoughts wander thru my mind.

I didn't think about it before,

but now... well, when this program started and Vasyl came to us...

I gradually began to think about what a man is, what a woman is...

what Humpty Dumpty is...

I realized that a man cannot always feel like a man.

Well, sort of someone else... Even like a woman at times.

I don't get, what I have to do with that?

You...

You think I feel like a woman or what?

Well... What else can I think if you and Vasyl are kissing?

Damn, there you go again!

Can you leave me alone and get down to business?

We nearly screwed up our program, and you are talking bollocks!

How come?

No big deal... I'll fix it.

Oh yeah, you will...

But while you are chewing your snot, Vasyl's gonna leave us, and everything will go down the drain.

Hell no!

Not a damn thing will go down the drain. I will fix everything right now.

Give me the phone.

What for?

Do you want to call someone?

I don't have money in my account.

What about Diana? Does she have money?

Dream on!

Perhaps mom has...

LESSON 8. MAYBE SHE WAS FOR GIRLS, NOT FOR BOYS

Hrisha, I'll call you back.

Thank you for coming back.

You see! I've told you!

Just like on the first day.

I read that it was a solar eclipse that occurs once every four hundred and fifty years.

Wow! Ooh! And it just happened to be the day you taught me how to massage.

You were jinxed!

I want you to know that I visited the program's main office and informed them about our unusual situation.

According to the terms of the program, I had to tell them.

Well, it's clear...

I see.

And what?

Did you come to say goodbye?

No, we continue our work.

We even got a bonus day.

Fine!

We will spend more time with you.

I am happy too.

Well, come in, come in!

So, we have to prepare to and participate in the Equality March.

I brought some outfits here...

Wow, it a real leopard!

Have a look!

Should everyone take part?

Yes, everyone.

The head office requires that you all take part, voluntarily.

And what kind of march is it?

The Equality March - a traditional rally for LGBTQ+ equal rights.

I ain't get that...

What exactly ain't you get? We'll be on a gay parade in these costumes.

Great! I am ready.

If only the costume fits you.

We are ready too. Ain't we, Zenyk?

Yeah, 'course... We ain't got no choice...

Well, can I go inside now?

Of course!

Come to our room!

What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,

Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear it is:

and yet, methinks, it should not,

For he hath still been tried a holy man.

How if, when I am laid...

You've spoiled the mood.

It's time.

Get in.

So...

Where shall we practice, my room?

No, let's do it here.

Just sit and let's do it.

Okay.

So.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I have a girlfriend.

Come on, no joke.

Then go ahead, show empathy.

You're a bitch!

Attaboy! You know how to please a girl.

Okay, I'll start to break the ice. Tell me, please...

What the fuck are you doing! I have also read this guide. Are you going to talk to me using the patterns?

Stop showing off!

You were also given some kind of homework.

Come on, you help me, and I'll help you.

No, you ain't gonna help me with my homework, that's for sure.

Why are you so bull-headed and unsociable?

By the way, did you know that actresses are supposed to be extroverts?

Actresses must be different.

Yes, but the good ones are always outgoing.

Free and outgoing. Got it?

Are you implying I'm a terrible actress or what?

Haven't said that.

We'll see what kind of actress I am.

But you are a lousy businessman.

You been messing around with your service station in the garage for two years now - it's all milking the bull so far.

Yes, I'm messing around.

But at least I'm doing something, and you're just daydreaming about fuck knows what.

What?

What did they tell you when you applied for the arts school?

Ain't none of your business what they told me.

Anyways, that's not what we're here for.

You asked, and I answered: I don't have a boyfriend.

My turn.

Do you have a girlfriend?

I do.

Really?

And what's her name? Vasyl?

- Another word about and I... - Well, calm down.

Seriously, you have a girl?

Nope.

Why not?

Page twenty-three.

Aggression caused by isolation?

Don't act surprised, the test showed that.

And I think you should jerk off less.

Are you fucking crazy?

I don't jerk off! Why are you changing the subject?

Have you ever loved someone?

What about your ex, Serhii or whatever?

Nope.

I ain't surprised.

Don't be!

What a bitch! You wore me out in a minute.

What was your task, at least?

To touch myself.

And so?

Vasyl, I haven't performed the task.

Why so?

Because...

because I don't want to touch myself.

Why?

Why... Because I don't want.

When you don't want something, do you keep asking yourself why?

No, you just don't want. End of story. Same here; I just don't want.

Tell me, have you ever had sex?

A question indeed!

Yeah, so what?

Did you like it?

No, I didn't.

Why?

Why... Cos it was drunk sex on the cold stairs.

It was more than once, right?

Fuck you; More than once and twice... actually, three times.

Always on cold stairs?

Ha-ha-ha. Not funny at all. I just remembered the first time.

And you didn't like it all three times?

I'm telling you - no, I didn't like it.

And all these three times were with boys?

Sure thing, who else?

And have you asked yourself...?

I have.

I thought maybe...

maybe I was for girls, not for boys.

Because boys are attracted to girls - to something girls have. Right?

The body, the look, the lips, the smell...

But no one is attracted to me.

With those three... it was like... by accident...

We got drunk and fucked somehow.

And to have a boy looking at me like that,

inviting me to the cinema, or paying me compliments...

You know, as is usually the case.

Not a bit of it, never once.

And when you watch porn,

which one do you choose: M-F, F-F or maybe M-M?

I don't choose a damn thing.

I thought I was going to puke once while watching porn.

And it's not 'cause we were seriously buzzed with my girls...

I tried to watch it alone. I switched off after a minute...

Why so?

What exactly was unpleasant for you in porn?

Okay,

if you fucking tell anyone or write about it somewhere,

you're done. Got it?

I promise, my lips are sealed.

Up until last year, when my mother took out a loan, we used to live in a tiny studio,

all together in one room.

And, of course, we slept in the same room as our parents.

Well...

Now, it's a snoring problem.

You've already noticed because you sleep next to dad.

And before...

And before, our parents kept us awake in a different way...

Did they have sex?

Fucking yes!

I wish you could hear the sounds!

It didn't appear like sex.

Sometimes, it sounded like a toilet plunger in use,

or like a toothless old man chewing bread,

or... like fucking soil treading.

You got some fantasy there!

That's nothing to do with fantasy! I heard everything.

I was in my bed, right next to them, in the dark.

Besides, they moaned.

Dammit, they couldn't stop moaning!

I would wake up and wait till they were thru with it.

I tried to get distracted - it didn't work.

And, apart from the sounds, they gave out some terrible smell.

I often felt sick. Sometimes I managed to hold it, and sometimes not.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet to throw up.

Yes, that's hard.

Yep.

And you're asking about porn...

Don't even fucking think of telling this to anyone!

Calm down! Why on earth should I tell someone?

I just want you to know that aversion to sex is normal.

Didn't you discuss it with your girlfriends?

Are you fucked in the head?

Everyone experiences it: Boys and girls.

It's normal. Especially if they accidentally saw a very physiological sexual act in adolescence.

It's a typical response...

Really?

And the most hilarious thing was when my dad found out that I was on a date

and asked me, "What is your girlfriend's name?"

And I answered, "Petro."

Candles?

Don't switch it on.

No rush, no rush!

What the fuck! Again...

What's wrong?

Just taking a moment while we're out...

They have such moments every day now.

That's all right. They are not a hundred years old.

Zenyk and I made a special arrangement for me to take you out this evening.

But I did not expect it would last so long...

Yes, usually they run it much quicker...

Yeah, quicker.

Let's not disturb them, leave the bags here and go for a walk.

Damn, may I use the toilet quickly?

Ok, do it...

Better not, or they would hear us.

You will use it somewhere else.

Gosh, it's so good...

Yeah...

And I feel good.

Better than yesterday...

'Course better.

It wasn't that convenient on the kitchen table, was it?

But yesterday it was better than the day before, right?

Yeah, In the bathroom, it was even less comfy.

Was I good?

Yes, you rock...

You rock too...

You know, I never thought you could be this romantic.

And you turned out to be a romantic at heart.

But I have always been a romantic.

You simply didn't notice.

Yes, you are right; My mistake.

Well, I used to be not very attentive either. It's okay; I'll make up for it now.

Listen...

I'm thinking: Will Hrisha come to celebrate Denys' birthday tomorrow?

'Course he will.

He is his godfather, after all. Has it ever happened that he missed this day?

So, what will we do?

Meaning?

Drink and eat.

Eat?

And what about Vasyl?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Don't forget to eat!

I want to say a few words to our birthday boy.

'Course, buddy. Go ahead!

My godson's already growing from a kiddo into a real man, and instructions by experienced guys will do him only good.

Denys, I have already told you this more than once, but nice things can be repeated a hundred times.

You have a sharp mind, a kind heart and a unique sense of humou...

Yeah, see, VasyL's an expert - he defined Denchyk this fast.

Didn't he crack you, Denys? Did he?

All these things, however, form the foundation of your human development only.

A foundation, on which you can and should build your life.

Such a life where you can find self-fulfillment

and realize your potential given by your parents and nature to its full extent.

Vasyl talks a good game... Like some priest.

So, I wish you to feel free to look for your love,

no matter whom you fall in love with - a boy or a girl...

You're a cut-up...

Secondly, pay special attention to preserving your love and relationship if it is a guy.

After all, you know what kind of society we live in - your fragile feelings may be killed off quite quickly...

Fragile feelings for a guy?

Yes, because we usually believe that feelings can only be between a boy and a girl.

Wait, fella, what are you getting at? That Denys may become a fag or what?

A fag? Stop it, Hrisha!

You are seeing things...

I'm not getting at something. I just know that...

Too much talking. Everything is clear - a cheer to love!

Wait a minute! It's my birthday, isn't it? Why on earth don't you allow Vasyl to finish his toast, eh?

I want to hear what he has to say.

Son...

Well, nobody minds. Speak up, man, but be quick.

Okay, I'll put it briefly: Denys, don't be afraid of your feelings.

Whomever they are for.

Because feelings know no gender. Cherish and protect them.

Thanks, Vasyl!

Stop!

Wait a minute!

Who are you, Vasyl, anyhow?

Eh?

I started to wonder during your toast.

A very strange toast...

Nobody explained to me who you are.

I asked you first,

and you said something like, "this is an acquaintance of our relatives."

Well, an acquaintance of relatives, unknown to me - Okay, stuff happens, I thought.

Then I asked you the same.

He's a social worker.

I thought then, what was he onto here, this worker?

His social work!

Then I asked you.

A shrink, you've said.

And you said he was your friend.

Yes, a friend.

What sort of a friend?

Why ain't I heard of or seen him before? Huh?

Who even are you, Vasia?

- I am... - As I said - he is my friend.

And he is gay.

Yes, homosexual.

He is also an activist of the Khmelnytsky LGBT community.

He is also a person that helps us understand ourselves.

Got any more questions?

Denys, I'll sort it out...

Nobody gave the floor to a sodomite!

Hrisha, calm down! We celebrate today!

Celebrate? You've celebrated enough already!

How low you've fallen!

Booked yourself onto an assfuckery course...

Hrisha, don't be like this, man...

God damn it.

Your ass is grass, fag, and I'm gonna mow it.

LESSON 9. HEY FAGGOT, I'LL FIND YOU ANYWAY

Sorry for our old friend.

We feel so guilty.

You don't have to apologize; Everything's my fault; This all happened because of me.

Because of you?

No, it's because of his stupidity and closed mind.

So much for a godfather...

Of course, because of me. I provoked him.

It's enough to show him a finger, and he will think it is something else...

But all the same.

We have reached an exciting and important stage -

the completion of our cooperation under the "Lessons of Tolerance" program.

What?

What completion?

The man's kiddin'.

No, I'm not.

Count the days - what day of the program is it today?

Damn it, he's right!

It's the twenty-third day today.

Correct, the third week is nearly over.

For real, I can't believe it all went by so quickly...

Don't start whining!

Get lost! I'll do whatever I want.

That's right, Diana...

So, it means that... you um... are going to leave us, or what?

Well, not leave...

I will move out - that's for sure. Because the program has nearly come to an end.

But we can keep in touch with each other after the program finishes.

And we'll definitely see each other at the Equality March.

Course, we will keep up with you.

We have become sort of family, I guess.

Yeah, Vasia, you have tamed us...

Well, Diana, I'm not going anywhere.

It's simply the competition of one stage in our lives.

This is always the case in life -

everything has a beginning and an end.

It's nice you haven't said a "bell end."

I'm sad too.

Do you suppose you haven't tamed me?

Hell, yes, you have!

Well, not to have everyone crying,

we will share our results and impressions of the program now.

Let's start with you.

I just remembered Denys calling this ball "a light dick."

Dickhead.

Dickhead.

Okay!

The other day recently, I woke up in the morning, as usual, went to the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror.

And it suddenly struck me...

I used to look at my reflection...

and see a fat, ugly girl, however now...

now I realize that...

I am very beautiful.

Yes, beautiful. 'Course, I have my own particulars... But this is my beauty. Mine... And no one else has such beauty.

I told you so...

Mom! I haven't finished.

Shit, you interrupted me...

Sorry...

Well... That's my result in short.

Great result! Thanks for sharing.

Pass the ball.

That's all thanks to you.

As they say here: It seems so.

It's a result of your self-improvement efforts.

My turn.

I kissed a gay.

It's a process, not a result.

What kind of result do you want?

Same-sex marriages are still not allowed in Ukraine.

Spit three times!

Okay, the result is.

That I am going to India for half a year.

To... to discover my true self.

When?

Dunno yet.

Gonna go to Poland first to make some money for the trip to India.

As for me...

Wait, what about the garage?

I'll pass the garage on to you, finally.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Instead of my unsuccessful service station, you will make your successful one.

Well, I don't mind...

Okay, you'll get it all sorted out with the garage somehow.

I wanna tell you about my result.

Well...

Well...

Well, I'm pregnant.

Ain't you heard?

Taken two tests now, both positive.

And I also feel it's true.

Hey!

Don't even think, fuckers, that you scared me.

No fucking way!

My broken leg will get better, and I will find you, Vasyl.

I'm talking to you, fag; I know you're there.

Bear in mind - no one managed to run away from Hrisha.

Got it?

LESSON 10. THE GUY PARADE

There's no one. Let's go.

Wait up!

Well, I feel pretty uneasy...

Why? Whassup?

Kind of scary.

What's wrong, dad?

I was once with my parents on parade, but for a different reason...

And there was a one-colour flag.

I've never been to any parade.

And I have a cool suit! We'll have a blast. Let's go, dad!

Yes, I also think this is a cool adventure.

It's like bungee jumping off a bridge: It's both scary and fun.

You, don't start! I am feeling distressed too now...

Will you ever have another chance to disguise yourself and fool around?

Let's go! Lock the door!

Thing is, it ain't fun.

I have a feeling like I'm shifting from one God to another.

Wait up!

And where is he?

He promised he'd be at the entrance.

Can we be late? And there is no sense in going...

We're not late.

Well, we were ten minutes late to get outside; But Vasyl would have waited for us.

Sure thing, he'd call.

Let's take a look there.

And what if the parade was canceled?

They suddenly decided to cancel the parade. Get off with you...

Good afternoon!

Good afternoon!

Are you just back from the shop?

God Almighty!

Damn, I could've sunk through asphalt.

Where is Vasyl?

Call him or let's go home.

No one is going home!

Yes, Vasia, hello.

Where are you? We're all set.

What? Hrisha?

Have I called you, eh?

Why do you have Vasyl's phone?

What?! And where is Vasyl? Hand him the phone!

Why?! Where are you?!

What?

Was that Hrisha, ha?

Yes.

Are they together?

He... he...

What?

He said they are in the garages... with some guys...

Okay, where is Vasyl?

Vasyl is there.

They nailed him...

And Hrisha said that he was in deep shit.

Down to the garage!

Now!

Down to the garage!

Wait for me!

LESSONS OF TOLERANCE