Original subtitles

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.

-Where are you taking them? There's no space left.

-You can keep them in your room, if needed. Doesn't bother me.

-Stand up when I point at you. And say your full name and nickname.

You.

-Kirill Anatolievich Sumatokhin, Sambo.

-You.

-Ilya Olegovich Sutulin, Rambo.

(laughter)

-Kidding me? Your real nickname!

-Then Terminator. (laughter)

-Those who slow down the process will be the last to leave.

-Ah, the cop's Rat has come! Hey you, come 'ere!

(everyone booing)

-I'll call you back, It's mayhem here.

(policeman on duty) -These too? Are you joking?

-These are Komsomols. They'll sign papers and leave. I'll be in my office.

(threatening yell)

-I've come about Kolik.

-Who?

-The scumbag who raped Aigul.

You said you'd find him.

-Quid pro quo. You give us the villain-killer,

and we help you take a chivalrous revenge.

Want some tea?

-Isn't it your job to catch him?

-Yes, I even get paid for it.

160 rubles. Plus 40-day vacation.

Wait a second.

There's a kid from Komsomol, tell him to come in.

Uh-huh.

-But I jumped in.

You arrested everyone you needed.

-Yes, you did the right thing.

We'll even give you a letter of gratitude for that.

It's in the other room.

I understand you.

I'm sorry about the girl.

They are not humans.

And they'll be punished.

But everything in it's own time.

First, I'll finish with you...

(knock on the door) and your former friends. Yes!

Come on in.

Don't be afraid, sit down.

-Can we finish first? -Sure.

Look, Marat.

So you say you found the gun on who?

Valeriy Turkin, yes?

-You saw on Turbo yourself. -Of course.

While Kirill says that he saw the gun with someone called Vladimir Suvorov.

aka Adidas Senior.

You are Adidas Junior, and he's Senior. What a coincidence.

Isn't it, Kirill?

Tell this in your own words, yes?

Do you think I have nothing else to do?

I have another villain with someone's gun to be questioned.

-Adidas owned the gun.

It was him who killed Yellow.

-It wasn't him, I swear.

-"Dom Byta" beat them up over a video-player.

Their former member told me.

Yellow cut his ear.

So his brother shot Yellow.

-Who will trust the words of a chushpan?

-We're both chushpans. Both sewn out.

Why do you cover for these scum?

-They didn't sew me out as a chushpan like you.

-Really? Turbo kicked you in the face.

At least I didn't plant a gun on anyone.

-Okay, thank you, Kirill, you can go.

Sit down, "hero"!

Let me see.

You can go. -Bitch!

-Bye.

-Do you really believe him? He's a piece of shit.

-I don't believe anyone. Especially you.

You mislead the investigation.

It's scary to imagine. Did you really plant the gun?

And wipe off the fingerprints?

As they're not only on the gun, but also on every bullet.

Did you have enough wits to clean them all?

Okay then.

The forensic results will come soon, and we'll see.

Open it.

Andrei!

Wake up. Let's go for a smoke.

Look. It's not about you now.

I just can't handle this.

I really tried, but I'm not a saint...

Your mom used to be a good woman. Really.

But she was driven crazy.

I can't take all this anymore.

I'm sorry for Yulya though.

And you... you can just go now.

Farewell.

THE BOY'S WORD: BLOOD ON THE ASHPALT EPISODE 8

-There!

Woah! Come here, my dear!

What is it, brother? Came to pump some iron?

Biceps-triceratops?

-I'm just... -Yeah, me too. Come in, lie down.

Coat off.

Let's see how much you can lift, athlete.

And I'll spot you, yes?

'Cause Adidas is gone, right? How can we do it without him now?

Someone has to support the youth.

And! One! Like that.

Why did you come here, brother? Looking for your Boys?

They're not here anymore. And never will be.

You know why?

Because nobody fucking needs y'all here anymore.

I sew you all out!

From now on there is no "Universam".

There are only pieces of shit!

Because y'all are Off-limits.

Enough, enough.

Get up.

Tomorrow you'll bring us 100 rubles.

-Fuck you! -What?

The coat stays with us.

Here.

-Marat!

Sup, bro.

How are you?

Look, to cut it short.

Can you look in our bedroom?

There's my drivers license. Bring it to me, please.

And warm pants. There's a bag with a ball,

any clothes you find, pack them in it.

Maybe some food too. Like bread, I dunno.

Maybe some pickles too.

Imagine, I dreamed about pickles

for the whole night.

What nonsense.

If there's anything else, take it all.

The brass knuckles I bequeath to you.

Oh, one more thing.

Here. It's dad's birthday tomorrow.

Buy him something.

I don't know what. Er...

Maybe a cologne.

And this is for you.

Now go, bro. It's cold.

-You are the reason why she did it.

Because you wanted the video-player.

She was tortured while you were apologizing to Yellow.

She jumped out because you... pussied out to speak up for her.

Fuck off to wherever you want, without your fucking pickles.

Fucking Leopold-cat.

(in tears) I was waiting for you to return from Afghanistan so much, Vova!

And you...

-Here.

Eat carefully. Hey?

(father) -Why do you nanny him?

He can ask for food himself, I don't doubt.

He knows the way to the fridge.

Still in his bed, huh?

Of course.

-He's feeling bad. -So bad that he can't sit at a school desk?

No diarrhea, no fever. Just not willing to study, yes?

He wants to "wander", yes?

Eat, sleep and shit - that's all he wants!

Nothing else!

-Can you choose your words better? -How?

"He wants to poop" - like that?

(doorbell rings)

Who's there? -Hello, it's Denis from the Komsomol unit.

Can I see Marat?

-It's the police. Again.

Another son has it coming.

-Don't open. -What do you mean?

-I've got a letter of gratitude for your son, I'd like to give it in person.

Hello. -Hello.

What did you say? -A letter of gratitude.

He helped to arrest a dangerous criminal

carrying a firearm, Valeriy Turkin.

Not thinking of himself.

His last name fits him right, doesn't it?

He grabbed and brought this bandit down to the ground.

So quick that he didn't even manage to pull out his gun.

Simply risking

his life,

he defended his comrades.

We'll certainly announce it in front of the whole school.

And make a news-poster with his photo.

Still, I wanted to award him personally.

-Then...

(bottles clinging)

-Oh no, thanks, I don't drink.

Do you mind if I chat with Marat face-to-face?

You live well indeed.

Nice house and family.

-What do you need?

-Me? Nothing.

YOU need.

Want the casserole?

-I don't need shit from you.

Hang your news-poster in the shitter, if you want it to be of any use.

-Let me tell you my opinion on the situation.

I think that such disregard by the police for the victim

is totally unacceptable.

As far as I understand, she was your beloved?

-What do you need from me?

-Trust me.

And we'll help restore justice.

We'll make police do their job.

We have such influence.

This guy will

go to prison. And as far as I know... Sorry.

Such guys experience very bad things in prison.

They are raped there.

Long.

So if you really want to punish this person,

we need to get him imprisoned.

Just help me help you.

We, Komsomols, never leave our own behind.

-I'm not a Komsomol.

-Exactly!

-Where's your coat? -Where's Yulya?

She's not in the detention center.

-Come in.

She's in the kitchen. (Yulya) -Let's read!

-Yulya! -Andrei!

(Yulya squeals)

Andrei!

-Wasn't she removed?

-She was. I've taken custody. She'll live with me.

(Yulya giggles)

I can take Yulya, but not you.

I'll need your permission. -To live with you?

-Let's read about "The Valiant Little Tailor"! -In a moment.

Can you take off your boots, please? -Yes, sorry.

-Don't be lazy and try yourself. What's written there?

Can you help with potatoes? We are making dinner.

Yulya, shall we read.

-Yes! -"The Little Tailor put on his belt

and went on a journey.

He took a piece of cheese in case he feels hungry.

By the gates he saw a bird..."

-Thank you for your hospitality.

My mom will love your casserole.

-Thank you. You simply gave us hope.

-Congratulations on your son. -Thank you.

-Bye-bye, have a good evening.

Marat!

I hope.

-Well, mistakes have to be recognized, of course.

I recognize. I was wrong.

Today.

I'm sorry.

-You scared me. -I need to use the bathroom.

-Sure, go. I'll prepare cottage cheese.

Does Yulya like cottage cheese with jam? -I'll make her eat it anyway.

-Good. It'd be awesome if you start helping me.

-Why did you do all this?

Adopt Yulya?

-I feel pity for her. Who'd look after her in an orphanage?

-And why do you need me?

-I feel pity for you too. -I don't need pity.

I'll leave, if it's out of pity.

-You won't go anyway. I'm giving you a last chance.

To leave the gang and become a decent person.

If you don't slip up, maybe we'll get to live normally.

-How is that? You'll be my mom?

-No. -Sister?

-I'll be Irina Sergeyevna for now.

Today you won't go to school.

We have something more important.

-What's that?

-It's not an official visit.

We'll only speak for now.

So look.

The mother of Vadim Zheltukhin (Yellow) wrote a testimony.

It clearly says:

Vladimir Suvorov was at her place

on a certain date, went to the funeral.

And you, Natalia, accompained him.

-What do you need from me?

-Nothing.

I look at you and see

that you still don't believe me, right?

Or maybe you really don't know what happened?

-I didn't ask. -Oh I see.

You'll make a good wife one day.

Of course I understand. He might not be a bad guy.

Everything is absolutely clear for the investigation.

He came to the cafe, defended the girl. Who was molested, unfortunately.

He can't get probation for a murder, of course.

But he can get good time off.

Only if he admits he is guilty...

Help him!

Don't forget there's punishment for aiding and abetting too.

-Hello! Good morning.

-Hello! -This is for you.

-Thanks, how nice. To see Natasha? -Yes, can I?

-Of course! We're not strangers here.

-Thanks. -What a man.

Every woman's dream!

I've seen so many guys you can only be forced with, unlike you.

-You can help both yourself and him.

The victim is your relative, after all.

Vova!

Hullo!

I've heard about you! Come on in!

Viktor Simeonych, her uncle.

Sit down.

-Can you leave us, please? I need to speak to Natasha.

-Later! We all need to speak to her. I just came myself.

As soon as I learned about the situation, I rushed here!

We're almost family now, in the end!

(Natasha screams)

-Let him go!

-Go away!

-Vova!

Vova... Vova!

Vova!

(cries)

Let's go, let's go!

Go-go-go!

Vova! -He isn't your uncle, right?

-He's a policeman.

-Thank god.

-Are you alive? -Oh, oh, get up.

-Glasses...

My glasses.

-Can't you hurry up?

The Board is already waiting.

-Well I'm here. -Here...

Where's your pioneer scarf? -I'll just zip up my coat.

-What do you mean? Are you going before the Board in your coat?

What's with this attitude? I don't have an extra scarf for you.

How will I explain such appearance of a future Komsomol?

For whom I personally vouched.

We have to move this to another day I don't know...

-Hey, easy. I'll figure it out. I have a scarf.

-Where? Under your pants? -Sec.

What's your name? -Rinat.

-Rinat, I have a situation.

I helped to arrest a criminal, they'll call me up at the meeting.

But my scarf was ripped.

Can I borrow yours? -But what will I wear?

-When they ask, say that you sacrificed yours for the greater good.

-Nah, they won't let me in without it.

-Stay here and wait. Show up scarfless - and you're fucked.

-Hello everyone!

Maksim Sanych, this is my charge. Can he be present, if you don't mind?

Sit here.

-We're running half an hour late. While we have a huge crowd today!

-We're doing a good thing. We'll stay as long as we're needed. Anya?

-Today we're having school 65, 102, 123 and 94.

117 candidates in total.

-Then let's get started, if we're ready?

-Come in.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

(greetings)

-Good afternoon.

-Comrades-members of the Bureau!

The Komsomol meeting of 8 "B" class has decided

to nominate for the All-Union Lenin Young Communist League:

Sergei Biryukov, Rustam Koltynbayev, Dima Antinov, Kirill Orlov,

Ilyas Sedtikov, Lena Danilova, Irina Chernobrovkina, Misha Vrubel,

Marat Suvorov, Sasha Andryushenko, Ilshat Safin, Olya Dolmatovskaya,

Galya Strizhevskaya, Yuri and Volodya Korobeinikovs,

Ksenia Taligenova, Rishat Gubaidullin, Angela Garikova, Ramis Abdullin,

Venera Fatikhova, Aziza Bikmanova, Roza Islamova, Lyosha Obydenkov...

-You can't come in now. -Later I can't either.

-Be quiet. -My scarf was taken!

-What's going on? -It's him! He took my scarf!

-He's out of his mind. Degenerate!

-He was speaking about me.

-Please, stand up.

Introduce yourself. -Marat Suvorov.

It was Rinat, he came up to me.

Asked me to give him my scarf as he'd lost his.

So I told him: "How can I give you my scarf?"

I guess

he decided to cause trouble.

-This is the boy who helped us arrest a criminal.

And the scarf is indeed his.

-Come up to the stage, please.

Tell us, please,

how many orders does the Komsomol have?

-Six. -Correct.

What was the first order given for?

-For the Civil War.

-Hm!

Another question then.

What is

the principle of democratic centralism?

(sighs)

-Democratic centralism

means the election of Komsomol leading organizations

from bottom to top,

periodic reporting of Komsomol bodies

to their organizations

and to...

-Higher...

Sorry.

-Higher authorities.

Strict Komsomol discipline

and a subordination of the minority to the majority.

This is the most important - The majority is always right.

-Alright.

Then I have the last question for you.

Tell us, please,

what's the price of the Komsomol Charter?

-I think,

that

the Komsomol Charter

is priceless.

-...he joined Komsomol

and back-to-back... -Sorry, wait. It didn't start.

-Of course, our main goal is to fight for young hearts...

-We'll go when they sign the meeting minutes. -Why did you bring me here?

You want me to join too?

-So that you can take example of your friend Marat.

He's a good guy.

I think, joining Komsomol will be a good start.

They opened a computer class in the Youth center.

-That's cool.

-So why not? Learn some stuff and they'll accept you next time.

It's your life, decide.

-Sounds awesome. Then I'll come back to music school.

-Fine. If you need my help, I'll talk to the principal.

I'll get the protocol and go pick up Yulya then.

Tonight there will be a surprise for you.

-I'm intrigued.

-So?

You gave it a thought and decided to sew yourself in with cops?

Nice.

-I haven't.

-Then why the grumpy face?

Wanna blame me for something?

I told you not to come to the gathering.

I did.

-I don't give a damn already what you told me.

-Did you forget who you're fucking talking to?

Since when have you become a Boy yourself?

Did you forget how you were hopping in the bus?

-You're confusing me with someone else.

I didn't hop and I didn't snitch on our Boys.

-Ours?

Why the hell are they ours?

'Cause we all live on the same street?

And what did they do?

They bullied her until she jumped out of the window.

And you call them ours.

They're scoundrels.

Scoundrels should be punished.

There's a law above the Boy's one. -There's not.

It's just you're not a Boy anymore.

(Aigel - "Piyala")

Dismissed.

-Two tickets for the next train to Adler please.

Thanks.

-Don't be afraid.

They only look bold in the photos,

in real life they're quick to lose it.

We'll defend you.

-Thanks.

-Going on vacation?

-Me?

Yes.

-Just don't forget to come back. Because buties like you stay there sometimes.

Can I call you some time, miss?

-I'm married.

-Andropov was a real man, unlike this marked one .

Cheers.

-Vova, let's talk outside.

-You guys can talk here, I need to go check on my partner.

-What is it?

-Vova...

Your photo and the police are everywhere.

-Who said it would be easy?

Natasha!

Well...

We...we...

can wait it out.

We'll hide somewhere,

where there's no one around.

Natasha.

I've got one school mate.

He rents out cottages for vacations.

We can go to him.

-I cant. -It's okay there.

No water supply though, but that's not a big deal.

-Vova, I can't.

-Natasha, what do you mean?

-I'm not going anywhere with you.

Really, I bought tickets for you... -Look at me.

-Leave, Vova. -Look at me.

-I don't know you, understand? I've helped you, just leave, please

I don't know you, Vova. -Look at me.

-I'm not going anywhere with you. -Hush-hush.

-Vova, I'm scared. -Hush-hush.

(cries) -Vova, I don't know you.

(Nautilus Pompilius - "Ya Hochu Byt S Toboy") I would try to walk away from love.

I would take a sharp razor blade And fix myself.

I would hide myself in the cellar And I would cut...

Leather straps, Bracing my weak chest.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you.

I want to be with you so.

I want to be with you, And I will be with you.

Maybe we can try a bus station? I'll go and check if there's any police.

And we can go anywhere from there.

-Stay here.

Look out for people.

-Vova!

What are you doing?

You can't! -What else can we do?

Get in, madam.

I'll return it, I promise.

(engine starts)

-Witness to the search, follow me. Good afternoon.

No need to stand up, stay in your seats. Hands on the table please.

Here's the search warrant.

You can familiarize yourself with it.

Hey-hey-hey... Open the window!

Have you got a doctor here?

(Natasha) -Are you hungry?

-Always. -Then we need to make a stop.

-Nah, the next stop is Abkhazia.

Madam, where do you prefer to live,

in a house or in an apartment?

-It's not important.

-Natasha... -Stop somewhere here.

-Wait, Natasha, wait.

Cops!

Stay here.

I'll settle everything.

Greetings, inspector! -Your license, please.

-Please, help! There's been an accident!

Some people crashed! Please, go there immediately!

-Where? -The cars smashed together...

-Where? -Over there, a truck.

-There's blood and children, hurry up! People were injured!

A huge truck, help! -There-there-there.

-Please, help! -Calm down, Natasha.

It'll be okay. -Please!

-Over there!

(turns on the siren) Hey, commander.

A couple of kilometers.

-I lied for the fist time in my life!

Vova! I never lied before!

-It's okay. Get used to it.

-Make yourself comfortable.

We'll bring her down now. Take your time in the room.

Come in. There's kettle for tea.

-Thank you very much. -You're welcome.

-The head doctor here is my aunt's friend.

So I asked him.

Can you put the kettle on? -Sure.

(Yulya) -Mom's house.

-Thanks a lot, I've got everything written down.

Hello? -Hello, Dilyara. It's Vova.

How are you? -Your dad's had a suspected heart attack.

-Where's he? -You know, when they came to search the house,

he was more or less okay.

But this morning, he couldn't bear it.

They came to search his office, can you imagine?

On purpose, so that everyone saw.

Vova, leave... -Wait.

-Leave now. -Dilyara, give him the phone.

-The doctor just left, said he needs hospitalization.

But he refuses, on principal.

-I don't understand. -He's going to his birthday party.

What's the point? Who will show up?

The whole plant knows about the disgrace. And the whole city.

There's police hanging around every day. Maybe they're bugging our phone.

I don't know.

Vova, you hear me? Leave.

-What is it?

-Mom!

-My Yulya!

Andrei, dear!

-How are you doing, mom?

-Very well. Are we going home?

-No. Now we're just visiting.

But as soon as you're better...

-Mom, let's go have tea.

-You brought cookies. Why?

-I'll leave you then.

-Why? Stay too. Mom?

-Of course, let's all stay together.

-We should turn the radio on. -Uh-huh.

(Tatiana & Sergei Nikitiny - "Pod Muzyku Vivaldi")

-Yulya!

Yulya!

Will you dance for us, please?

And why are you sitting?

You could ask her to dance.

-May I?

And it became so clear, so clear, so clear,

That outdoors is stormy, just like in our hearts,

That life was so senseless,

That life was so amazing,

That some day we all will be happy, if God blesses.

You would only be silent, silent, all silent.

And nod your head to the beat of this sad love.

And then you'd say: "Play this all over!"

We'll start all over, my dear.

-Will you stay? -Let's go now.

Don't go, please. -Natasha.

I have to. -Please don't go.

Please! -Natasha, it's my dad's birthday.

He's waiting for me. -I beg you, don't!

Don't. -Let's do this.

Five minutes, I'll come back and then we go. -No.

-I give you my word. -Please, don't go.

Vova, let's go now!

-No-no-no! Take it upstairs.

I won't do it for you, it's heavy. -Yes, yes.

-Look at him!

-When will you come next time?

-Soon. -Andrei,

can you bring a cake next time?

-I'll go get one now. Can you ask them to let me out?

-Yes, but be quick.

Wait, money.

-I still owe you for the movie. -What movie - 20 kopeks...

-Hi dad.

How are you?

-Excellent.

Leave us, please.

-Where's everyone?

-Dilyara is speaking to the manager, to try and get a refund for the hot course at least.

Sergei Nikolayevich got sick,

Larisa can't leave her child alone.

Who else do you need?

-Sup.

-Hello! It's the restaurant "Yuldyz".

-Will we keep behaving like strangers?

Can I get a hug?

-I deserved all this.

All this.

I have to "drink this cup to the end",

it turns out.

How did you shoot?

Did you just pull the trigger...

or you had any thought first?

I don't know, maybe remembered something from your childhood?

How do you guys kill?

-I...

don't remember.

-It's good to not remember. Very convenient.

A murderer is no son of mine.

Go away.

-Dad, they...

They...

kidnapped a girl.

Raped her.

So I went there.

What should I have done, dad?

Huh?

If you were me?

What would you do?

-I wouldn't be in your place.

-This is it then.

Happy birthday.

-Hello. What can you do for 1 ruble?

-One carnation.

-And for 3 carnations? -3 Rubles.

-I only have 1,20.

You see, we're celebrating today. My mom came, and my little sister.

I can't show up without flowers.

Please, I'll bring the rest tomorrow.

Boy's word. -I know guys like you.

One can't find you in the entire Kazan afterwards.

-Then take my hat.

It's worth 10 rubles.

-WE are the power now.

Soon everything will be under Komsomol control.

If I give my word, I keep it.

I do what I promise.

-I don't... -Don't worry, come in.

-You - to the backdoor, the rest - with me!

-Follow me, they're in the banquet hall.

-You - staircase, You - with me.

(Mirazh - "Noviy Geroi")

Where's the backdoor? -This way.

-Comrade major, he took my gun.

-Fuck...

-Vova, hurry!

(shot)

(Aigel - "Piyala")

Vova-a-a!

-Hello, thief!

Police!

Help!

(heart-rending cry)

(prison choir singing) -And again it's the grey night,

and I only trust it.

You know, grey night, you know all my secrets.

But even you can't help, And even your darkness

Is nothing for me alone, such nothing is none.