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THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba & Tangent_man24. Copyright reserved.

(whispers) -Vova!

-Hi. -The girls are gone.

I'm leaving soon too.

We've cooked dumplings. Want some?

-Nope.

(knock on the door) -I'm undressed!

(Andrei) -Is Vladimir there? Excuse me.

-What Vladimir? Who are you?

-I'm Andrei, it's about Marat.

-Buddy, later!

(Andrei) -It's that... Aigul,

Marats girl...

She jumped out of a window.

Hello. -Hello.

-Is she alive?

-Who's this Aigul?

-Marat's ex.

Does he know? -No, I don't know how to tell him.

(dorm lady) -He ran somewhere here!

Ah, here you are!

Rudakova! -Miss, calm down.

-There's even two of you! -Everything's alright.

-Rudakova...

I suspected something like this. -Hush-hush.

Stop yelling, we'll settle everything. -You'll be settling things with the police.

And you? Waiting for your turn?

You've started a brothel here, huh?

-Go fuck yourself. -What?! -Natasha please, don't.

-Little whore! -Fuck off!

-They'll kick you out of school like an unwanted dog!

-Calm down. -Fucking whore!

And who are you? -Why yell?

-Who are you? -Let's solve this in a civilized way.

See? We've not even been introduced.

I'm Vladimir Suvorov, a police academy cadet.

-And who's he? -Andrei, my little brother. He came to visit me.

And Natalia is my fiancee. We're getting married in a week.

We want to invite you to the celebration. Will you come?

-I will. -Awesome then.

You know the House of Tatar culinary? -Yes.

-We'll be there. And bring your friends too.

THE BOY'S WORD: BLOOD ON THE ASHPALT EPISODE 7

(teacher) -Yes?

-Good afternoon. I'm Suvorov's older brother.

Can you let him go? It's a family matter.

-Go, Suvorov.

-What?

-How are you in general? -Okay.

-Let's go then.

-Where? -Just come with me.

-Why have we come here?

-Gran Valya is buried here somewhere.

We should visit her more often.

-Mom visits her, I think.

-Here.

Sasha.

A good guy.

18 years old.

Let's drink to him.

Just a sip.

-Was he your friend?

-He was from "Razyezd".

What's with the face?

Drink.

He was just a guy, like you and me.

He dreamed of returning back home.

Drink.

In Afghanistan nobody gave a fuck which Street you were from.

He used to perform Vysotsky's song.

The one about a madhouse.

Perfectly imitating his intonations.

(imitates Vysotsky) Dear Programme!

Last Saturday, all of our mental patients, nearly crying, could hardly wait to watch TV.

Instead of eating, showering, getting shots and passing out,

The whole madhouse gathered at the TV-screen.

(laughs)

(cries)

Let's...

One more sip for Sasha.

May he rest in peace.

We are all mortal, Marat. We all will be here one day.

-Let's look for some chow maybe?

-Please forgive me.

-For what?

-Just forgive me.

-Boys don't apologize.

-Drink then.

-Good morning!

-Did you come for more?

-Hold on, bitch!

-What are you doing, brats?

-Enough. -Enough!

-No-no-no!

(scissors snipping)

-There you go. Now you look normal.

(laugh)

-You laid a hand on my brother.

If you touch him again, I'll kill you.

Uh-huh?

-If I see you with Irina, I'll chop off your balls.

(coughs)

-Now go, I can't get any closer. They might be waiting for me there.

Can you walk?

-Uh-huh.

-Marat, bro.

Marat! Wait!

Your Aigul...

She jumped out of a window!

(screams) -Ah! It's cold!

(screams) -Who did you kill?

Who did you kill?

Yesterday there was a search in our apartment, remember?

(crying) Who did you kill, scum?

(indistinctly) -Mommy...

Mama...

I didn't, we didn't kill anyone.

We...

went to the cemetery.

Vova's...

Sasha...

Sasha Vysotsky was dead there.

-There's police at the dorm lady's. They're looking for you!

-Wait.

Now we can go.

-You're crazy!

Vova...

What did you do? Why are they looking for you?

-I defended a woman's honor.

-What woman? -Marat's girlfriend.

The girl, 14 years old, was kidnapped.

From the video salon.

They kept her in a back room.

Raped her.

I went there myself.

Took her from there to her parents.

And she jumped out a window. -Oh my god!

(cries)

What kind of people are you guys?!

What kind of people...

Why?

-Let's escape to Abkhazia?

I went there for training once.

-With your gang? -Nah.

It was a boxing championship.

It's almost like summer there now.

No people.

Seaside.

-But I work here.

-You'll find a job there too.

We'll start building a little house.

There's a lot of unnocupied land, right by the sea.

They give it out almost for free.

-I don't know, really.

Do you have a place to stay? -Sure, I'll figure it out.

-You remember, I told you I had an aunt?

I promised to visit her.

-Then go visit her.

-Maybe we could go together?

You can stay there for a while. Nobody will find you there.

You'll help me there a lot.

If she asks, you're my fiancee.

(laughs)

-Shh! They'll hear us.

-Stop it.

Let's go!

Auntie Nina!

-Oh, Natasha! Finally you're here!

I can't stay here longer, my grandchild is waiting for me.

-Hello. -Hello.

Just keep talking to her, don't let her stay with her own thoughts.

-Auntie Nina?

-Natasha! You see what's going on?

He's laying down and doesn't get up.

Who's this? -A Friend.

My Fiancee.

-My name's Vova, evening.

May I offer my condolences.

-Come on in.

-I'll go make some food, yes?

Stay with her, please.

-Vadim...

(cries) My Vadim...

How is this so?...

Dear son...

My dear son...

How?

Oh... Oh...

(cries)

-Auntie Nina.

-Careful-careful. -Put her on the couch.

There-there. Auntie Nina, where's you med-box?

I'll go get sedatives for her.

(howls) -My little son!

Why?

Dear son!

My boy.

So good.

So nice.

He'd always help.

Would hold the door for you.

Just how I taught him when he was five,

since then...

There hasn't been a single time he'd let a woman carry heavy bags.

He'd always take them.

He would even

lose his boxing competitions.

As there was no evil in him.

That's what his trainer told me. No evil.

And those...

who...

How did their mothers raise them?

Where does it come from?

To just come and...

kill a person?

How?

How so?

Why?

He looks so skinny now.

Why did you go there?

What the hell brought you there?

Vadim, dear!

My son!

(howls)

-There-there.

(obit prayer) -...O only pure and blameless Virgin,

who without seed did bear God,

pray that his soul may be saved.

Have mercy upon us, O God, according to Thy great mercy,

we pray Thee, listen and have mercy.

May Christ accept Thy late servant Vadim

into Thy Heavenly Kingdom.

May he have eternal peace

and a good answer

at the Judgment Seat of Christ.

God and Mother Mary Bless you.

Amen.

That's it, my friends. Put out your candles.

I'll collect them and put them into the coffin...

-Morning! May I?

(crying) -Come in.

(teacher cries)

-Hey fatass! What happened?

(whispering) -A girl from 8 "A" class

has jumped out of a window.

-Who? -Akhmerova.

-Let me go! Lemme go!

Bitch, lemme go!

(dad groans)

-Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Where are you, mom?

Where have you been?

Mom?

Where have you been?

-I went to Yulya.

-Why?

-To take her home.

From the kindergarten. -But where is she?

Where's Yulya?

-Yes, where? Did she run away?

-Mom, remember where you left her!

-Yulya!

-She's not here! -Is she hiding from me?

Yulya! -She's not here, mom!

-Yulya!

-Remember where you left her! -We were waiting in the line...

-What line? Let's go, show me. -We were in the line!

Put on a hat, it's cold. Yulya! Yulya!

-Youngsters, help us out!

-Careful, careful. Wait.

-C'mon, Auntie Nina. -Like that.

-Drag it, guys! -And - one...

Oh my... Hold him.

-What the fuck, bitch?

(screams) -Ah, Ah!

(Natasha) -Leave him!

You're crazy! Get off him!

(Nina) -Stop it!

-Who the hell brought you here?

It's him! Adidas killed him! Scum!

-There-there. Let's go.

(man) -Not now.

-Oh, my son...

(funeral music)

-It doesn't seem broken.

You need an X-ray.

(funeral music, Nina's howls)

It's not true, right?

What he said, it's a lie?

-It was Yellow who kidnapped the girl.

-Are you lying?

Are you lying?

You are lying!

You are lying!

You are lying!

(crying) You are lying!

You are lying!

-Natasha!

-There was a woman in glasses!

Yulya!

Yulya, honey!

-This isn't Yulya. -How so...

Have you seen... (cries)

(crowd noises)

Have you seen her?! Yulya!

She's not in the line, she must be at the playground.

-Mom, let's go to the Boys, they'll help.

(crowd) -Give us vodka!

-Guys!

-What is it? -My sister is lost.

We've searched everywhere. In the kindergarten, in playgrounds too.

-Hello. -Hello.

I just don't remember.

It just slipped out of my head, imagine?

Hello, boys.

Why are you sitting here? Why don't you drop in for tea?

-She's not very well now...

(Zima) -We'll certainly come.

-Guys, Coatie's sister is lost!

How old is she? -Five.

-What was she wearing? -Fur coat...

-She has a hat with spots on it. -Don't worry, we'll find her.

-Really? -Of course.

-She couldn't have gone far. -You, don't worry yourself!

One can't escape from a submarine. Aida (let's go), Boys!

-Mom, let's go check in M.A.D. Maybe she's there.

I think she was in a beige fur coat.

-Beige fur coat. -Some tights.

Woolboots, mittens.

-And the hat? -With spots.

-And a hat with spots.

Uh-huh, thanks.

-We'll go then. We're also scouting around.

-Hold on, let your mom have some tea at least.

-Chak-chak is very tasty, home-made. -Mom, we have to go.

-Nah, I won't go. It's cold outside.

I'm cold, you see?

-Here!

-Svetlana Ivanovna?

-Mikhailovna.

-Kira, what is this? -I can't see children treated like this!

She's inadequate. Just look at her! Who released her at all?

-Svetlana Mikhailovna, what date is it today?

-Our calendar at home just finished.

-Very well. How are you feeling?

-Tired. I've run enough.

Do you have a pill? I've a headache.

-Yes, we have a pill. We'll take you to the hospital now.

You'll eat there and have tea.

And get your pill. -Hey, what hospital?

Don't touch her! You don't have the right!

-They do, shut up. -I won't go to hospital!

I won't go to hospital, please! -Kira!

-No-no-no! -Mom! Don't get in!

-What a madhouse! Someone hold him.

-Stop interfering!

We'll find your sister, you can stay with us meanwhile!

Stop! Stop, I said!

-Mom! -Stop, I said! Stop!

-Mom! -Stop!

-Mom!

Mom! Mom!

-What did you achieve by making such a fuss?

You only ripped my jacket. Not much at least.

-Thanks for your "great" help.

-Andrei, go home, please.

Maybe Yulya will come home by herself.

And I'll stay here on the phone.

If there's any information, I'll call you. Okay?

-Give me 15 kopeks. -No, get away.

-Give me 15 kopeks.

Give me 15 kopeks.

(Yulya's loud cry)

-Yulya! There-there!

Enough of walking, let's bounce home.

Where's your hat? -I sold it.

-Really? Nice! For how much?

-For 15 kopeks!

-Take mine for now. What?

-Eww. -Uncomfortable? But beautiful!

Check it out. Did you lose this girl?

-I don't wanna go home!

-Why? -It's too hot here.

-I... Well...

Thanks.

-Look after her better. It's your sacred duty, get it?

You're an older brother. If this crap happens again - you're fucked.

-Got it.

-Hey! Bye "15 kopeks"!

-Bye-bye-bye!

-See ya. -Bye.

-Vova!

-Sup. -Sup.

-Sup, guys.

-We collected money from all ages. In case you don't have any.

-Woah!

So, shall we buy a bike now?

Where's Zima? -He's at the police station about his knife, remember?

Look.

We need to settle one thing.

Did you hear about Marat's issue?

-Yes.

Leave him alone.

-What do you mean? Is he more equal than the others?

Entire "Razyezd" already knows, that the dicksucker girl was dancing in our circle.

-She's already in the ground!

The subject's closed, guys.

We're doing something wrong with our lives.

-What do you mean?

-Something wrong.

-What are the options, Vova?

Go make peanuts at a plant, like my dad, and booze it up every night?

What should we do, Vova?

-It's up to you to decide now.

I'm out, Boys.

Farewells.

I'm leaving. The Street is yours now.

Zima is taking over.

Later you'll run elections.

It's democracy here, after all.

Farewells.

Eat well. Stay safe.

-You too, Vova.

(reads syllables) -"A cat has..."

-A hat. -"A hat".

"A bat has..."

"A hat".

-Good. (doorbell rings)

Keep reading.

-Where's the little one? -In there.

-Let's pack her clothes. Underwear, coats, shoes.

-Why's that? -It's a removal.

-Removal? Of who? -Everyone.

You're still underage too.

-What the hell... -Come here.

You're mom is in a critical state.

She won't be able to take care of Yulya any time soon.

Ildar Yunusovich either. He's not your caretaker.

So what else can we do? What are we waiting for?

Until something bad happens to Yulya like it has with Akhmerova?

Now help with packing her things.

Maybe her favorite toy.

Your things too. -Mine?

Okay.

-Not shoes. We told you to do clothes, blockhead!

-Give her to me. -Hey, hands off!

-Give me. -Don't touch me!

Don't touch me! -Let me go!

-Are you frozen? Don't you wanna help?

-Why are you running around without a jacket?

Lost your sister again?

-Cops came. To my house.

They took everyone.

Mom, sister.

I barely escaped.

I can't go back now.

I don't have any keys. And they've probably sealed up the door.

-Damn! Do you know where they took them?

-Mom - to the hospital. She's ill.

As for my sister - I don't know.

-Most likely to the detention center. We'll go see her tomorrow.

-Okay, give him something to warm up.

Lamp, give him your coat and go pick up mine in the gym.

-But it's covered in motor oil. -Fast!

-Why me again? -Skittle, you've got too much hair.

It'll keep you warm.

-You'll give it back. -Thanks.

-You'll live in the gym meanwhile. Just don't make a mess there, okay?

-Let him be the gym caretaker. -Yes.

When you're sure they're not after you, go back home through the window.

-Thanks, Boys.

Thanks! -Yeah, yeah.

Give up throwing gratitudes.

Stick with the Boys. We'll kick that cop out of our hood.

There.

Stay cool.

Everything's alright.

-Guys!

Where's Vova?

-Do you care?

Vova's not here. Zima is in charge now.

Temporarily.

-Guys.

Maybe you've heard? Our girl killed herself. Consider it a murder.

These bastards from "Dom Byta" killed her. -You say that she was our girl?

Our girls don't sleep with other guys.

-She didn't. -Really!

Who was banging her for the whole day then? A pigeon?

That's not possible, my friend. -Turbo, stop it.

-Why? He asked the question. It needs to be explained.

First someone pounded her. And you what?

Drank from the same glass as her? -What glass?

-I dunno. Kissed her on her lips?

Smoked the same cigarette? Tell the Boys.

-She wasn't...

Nobody did anything to her. -Yes, of course!

Only your brother took three dudes off her!

But besides that - nothing. Tell me another story about how she confused a window with a door.

Where are you going, when your Elder is talking to you?

Look at me!

I'll put it simply for you.

If someone sucked a dick, what is she?

-A dick-sucker. -I didn't ask you.

Next!

If a wench is a dick-sucker, and Lamp, for example...

shared a cigarette or a bottle with her, what would he become?

Why are you silent?

What would Lamp become?

Say it. -A dick-sucker.

-A dick-sucker, yes.

And what do we do with dick-suckers? Do we break bread with them?

Or give him our last? Or shed blood for them?

Maybe I'm saying something wrong?

He brought his slut to the disco with the Boys.

At least she had enough courage to jump out of a window.

But him?

Nah, Boys, this is not for me.

This is hell of a brotherhood then. -Turbo!

Cut it. We'll raise this question, when Adidas's back

-What about him? If he's back, he'll stop being a dick-sucker?

Since when did we stop sewing out for this? Let's make a whole Sodom here.

So that we all go to hell afterwards. -Okay, do it.

Sew him out.

But no blood, out of old friendship.

-Let's kiss cheeks with him too then. How can we sew him out without blood?

-I won't leave myself, without blood. -Stop it.

-Let him hit me, if he wants it so much.

-He's wants it himself.

-Leave him! -Take him away!

-Don't interfere! -Hold him.

(police whistle)

-Hey you, freeze!

-Oof-oof-oof!

Even a pack of wolves!

Even wolves!

Never drive away the weak in their pack.

They all stay together. No matter what - together.

That's why the whole pack moves as fast as the weakest of them.

They have real socialism, in this sense.

-Why did you drag me here?

Take me to the police, to your masters, whose boots you lick.

-I just wanted to show you how our Center of Youth Creativity works.

That by the way, I've been leading since 1987.

Do you know how many events we've organized since then? 86!

We've sold products worth half a million rubles. (insane amount)

(wafer crunches)

I wasn't going to call the police. You'll go and report yourself.

If you're in the mood.

You're just used to being an aggressor,

but today you're the victim.

What was it for, by the way?

-No idea.

-Don't know yourself?

But the consequences are evident.

You think I don't know what goes on there?

Elders beat up younger ones.

Systematic violence. (crunches)

That world is turned inside out.

-No need to preach to me.

They sewed me out.

-No way!

Here, follow me.

C'mon, c'mon!

Welcome to our legal production.

Private business. All profit goes to our pocket.

And all the money we make is for the benefit of the youth.

The product you can see yourself.

These aren't ready yet, The "boiled" jeans look much cooler.

Hello! -Hello.

-Natalia Leonidovna, how's your leg?

-Better, thanks.

-Alyona Valentinovna, have a good meal.

We're not making rubbish.

It's fashion.

We're also opening a video salon in the public library soon.

Guys! Please welcome...

a gang member yesterday...

and a normal person today:

Marat Suvorov. -Hi, Marat.

-Take a seat, Marat.

-I won't share a table with you.

-Sergei!

Sergei!

Is it beneath you?

I understand.

Meet Yuri, he's from "Razyezd".

Formerly Slick from "Quarters", now we call him Sergei.

And, of course Rosie Bagautdinova.

Our pride.

Without false modesty I can say that each of them has found themselves here.

Tell me, if I'm wrong. -Why wrong? It's true.

-So it's up to you to choose:

to break bread with us

or go back to the Street.

-Sit down, Marat.

-I'm sick of looking at your muzzles.

Fuck your jeans and fuck the Street.

I hate you all.

-Marat, wait!

(John) -I'll be back.

Wait a second.

Do you see that girl?

-What would you like to order?

-Nothing for now, I'm waiting for John.

-John asked me to tell you to go fuck yourself.

-...And she jumped out of the window because of that.

I know for sure that it was "Dom Byta".

(crunches a cookie)

-Can you stop munching?

Do you know his name?

-Only his nickname.

Kolik.

-Did Vova say this?

-No, I said this. -Explain normally.

We're not your enemies here... -Hold on.

Yeah.

Poor girl.

Nothing can bring her back.

But justice can be restored.

I give you

my word.

The officer's word.

I'll help.

I'll find him and prosecute him.

I'll need your help, of course.

Will you help?

I understand. Everything.

Where's the gun?

-I don't know.

-What? -Good evening!

Be so kind, call Natasha, please.

-She's out!

-I know she's there. Her shift ended an hour ago.

-Then she's working overtime. She's not here.

-Then tell her that Vova wanted to talk to her, heart to heart.

I'll hang around meanwhile. When she arrives, tell her to come downstairs, okay?

-Maybe she doesn't want to. Maybe there's nothing to discuss.

-I just don't want to lose her!

Natasha! What about Abkhazia, the seaside?

(cries)

The little house? Natasha!

-Aren't you afraid to speak to me?

-This is all nonsense.

Vova will fix this for sure.

Is he home?

-Nah.

You want to see me or him?

-You.

-Got cigarettes?

-No.

-I'll avenge Aigul anyway.

I'll find this Kolik.

It was good to see you.

Okay.

Bye then.

You...

Don't go to the gathering tomorrow.

-Why?

-Just don't.

-Guys, here, here!

(whistles) -Hey! Where are you off to?

You're not allowed here anymore.

-Turbo!

(Turbo) -Silence!

-Come here!

-Are you totally nuts?

I'll give you 5 seconds to walk away.

-Are you pussying out? Go one-to-one with me.

-With who? With a chushpan?

(laugh)

Don't stand still, guys. Get this piece of shit out of here.

-Hiding behind your Boys, fucking pussy?

-Stop, guys!

Fine.

-Turbo, don't. -It's okay.

How pathetic you are.

(crowd screams) -Go-go!

(police siren)

-Run!

-Bitch!

-We got him! -I'm holding him!

-Woah-woah-woah! Woah-woah!

(laughs) Easy, easy.

Easy, easy.

-Who's the leader?

(Turbo laughs)

-Betrayed us to the cops, fucking Rat?

-Get him up.

(Aigel - "Piyala")

(scared) -Th... This is not mine!

Adidas, you fucking scum! What have you done?

Did you plant it on me? Guys, it's not mine! Are you serious?

-Call witnesses to the search. Arrest them all.

(Aigel - "Piyala")

-It's not mine! I swear, not mine!

Marat! What the fuck?

What have you done?