A Driver for Vera (2004) - full transcript

Channel One,
lgor Tolstunov's Producing Company

TV Channel '1 plus 1', Ukraine

Supported by
the Russian Cinematography Dept.,
Ministry of Culture,

Moscow, 1962.

Igor PETRENKO

Alyona BABENKO

Bogdan STUPKA

Andrei PANIN
Ekaterina YUDINA

Director of Photography
lgor KLEBANOV, RGC

Production Designer
Olga KRAVCHENYA

Music by Eduard ARTEMYEV



Edited by Olga GRINSHPUN

Produced by
Mikhail ZILBERMAN

Executive Producers
lgor TOLSTUNOV
Alexander RODNYANSKY

Written and Directed by
Pavel CHUKHRAI

A DRIVER FOR VERA

Here's the mark from the cord
that he hanged himself on.

There're no other signs of violence
on Major Kraikov's body.

- When did you arrive?
- Today.

- When're you going back?
- Today.

- How's it down in the Crimea?
- It's warm.

See ya!

I called to tell you that...

- You have an enemy in the KGB.
- Who?

I don't know, but your major's
death is a signal.



You're making a mountain...

He couldn't hang himself,
in his office, during the day.

- He could've shot himself.
- You're right.

It's obvious. Why did they
transfer him?

To Moscow? For what good deeds?
To try and dig under you.

It isn't so easy
to dig under me, Kolya.

March forward!

We need an excuse
for you being here.

Anything'll do.

For example,
to change your driver.

What about this one?

Driver?

- Why'd you need him?
- Transfer him for me.

All right.

THE CRIMEA.

Cleaning time.
My name's Lida.

Go ahead, Lida.

Finish this.
The master's leftovers.

- Have you settled down?
- Yes, Sir.

Send him for Vera.

- I've come for Serova.
- She's outside already.

Take her things.

I can't forgive myself
for missing you.

My rule is:
Everything on time.

That's why my idol is Gagarin
and Exupery.

Easy, soldier, don't
drive so fast.

Will do.

Actually I'm a sergeant. Name's
Victor. I'll help you around.

- Around where?
- Well, I don't know...

To fulfill your wishes,
guard you.

Anything. Since you're
young and beautiful.

- What?
- Excuse me?

- You looking at me in the mirror?
- By accident. You mad?

A servant can't hurt my feelings.
But only speak when asked.

Will do.

Closer!

- Leave it here. Repair the sconce.
- What?

The lamp.

My daughter's in the hospital!
What were you doing there?

- Is this an interrogation?
- Answer me, I'll find out anyway.

No problem -
I had an abortion.

- What?
- An abortion.

Only the doctor said
it was too late.

Nice.

Who is it?

Who?

- Tell me, who?
- No one. I don't remember.

Just some guy.

Then have an abortion,
if you don't remember!

And don't disgrace me!

Tell me, who!

Anyone. I'm not in great
demand, with my looks and all.

Your looks are fine,
he'll think he's fortunate.

I must know, who is it?
It's no joking matter.

Major Kraikov, your deputy.
Happy now?

You said this on purpose?
You know he's dead already.

Believe it or not.

I don't have time.
Right now, just go.

- Been a driver for long?
- Since before I joined the Army.

What are your plans
for the future?

Well, you know...

I plan to go to the
Army Academy.

For top officers.

- What about your dad and mom?
- He's an orphan.

- Are you married?
- No, Sir.

In good time, as people say.

Right.
You needn't hurry.

My respect.

Wait a sec.

Call the hospital

and summon this doctor.

Send him straight to me.

Vitya, what music
do you prefer?

Elvis Presley.

- Isn't he old-fashioned.
- Well...

I like him, twist music
and Italian songs.

- Plus Soviet songs, of course.
- Of course.

I couldn't not examine her.
I thought you knew.

- You could've asked me.
- It never crossed my mind.

Never mind.
What can we do now?

At this month, an abortion'll mean
she'll never bear a child again.

- Are you qualified enough?
- You can't be serious?

For 20 years I've been gazing...
into you know what!

I studied in Moscow,
at Liberman's.

You can enquire about me.

- Ok then, write and sign.
- What? Why?

Why all these formalities?

I'll do anything
You order me to.

- Write what the baby will need.
- Who will need?

The baby. Diapers,
vitamins, whatever.

Of course.

Are you getting tired?

Of course not, Captain.

I eat, get gas and steer
my wheel to the rhythm of rumba.

Good for you.

I've some business for you.

You'll be an informer: You know,
who says what and does what.

- About the general too?
- About everybody.

It's just a formality
But it has to be done.

You'll write: This did
so and so.

- Got it?
- Yes, Sir.

All right.

But can I do this
orally?

- Why?
- I make mistakes.

Mistakes...

You'll get bad grades
for mistakes.

What about breakfast?

- Zina tried her best.
- I've no time.

Tell this moron driver
to drive over here.

And make it fast.

- Where did I put them?
- I'll be with you till 2.

If I'm late, they'll
have my head.

You won't be late.

Open the gates!

Angela lvanovna!
It's Vera Sergeevna.

Let me show you
how to do this.

Do it gracefully,
Carefully

- Hello.
- Hi, Angela.

Are you nuts, you know I
sleep at this hour.

I'm sorry Angela, but
I need you urgently.

Take a walk, soldier.

Is this your driver?
Nice, good shoulders.

I need a doctor, urgently.

What're you, expecting?

When? On the ship?
During my birthday party?

Never mind that.

Got it. The place's a shithole,
but they don't ask questions.

Don't stand in the line,
go straight in.

Do it right now, 'cause
Tomorrow he's leaving.

To the right.

Kostya, it's me.
I'm all right.

The fever has gone down,
the tests'll be tomorrow.

- May I come in?
- Reception hours are over.

It's very urgent.

What're you, shameless?
Take your coat off.

I didn't find the cloakroom.
I'm from Angela,

The admiral's daughter,
you probably remember.

Your sunglasses too.

The door.

Did you pee?

- What?
- I said, did you pee?

I don't understand.

Look, I'm asking you

about urine, okay?

First about the beach,
I didn't get it. Yes, I did.

Take off your clothes.

What ward is
this, dear?

It's obstetrics, dear.

Your pelvis's bent, 'cause
of the leg. Just warning you.

It's a late pregnancy.
A difficult case.

It's up to you.

I'm ready.

Tomorrow, at 7 a.m. If you're
late, I won't receive you.

I have a train ticket to vacation.
Bring a towel and underwear.

And money, of course.
That's it.

Oh, and this' a state hospital,
no anesthesia. Everything clear?

Shall I help you?

Help me?

Let's go.

Wait here, soldier.

Damn!

Sit still, don't move.

Jump.

Vera, you leave me guessing
when you'll come this month.

Go over to the gate.

Vera, I'm here.

My dear girl, what a
nice sweater and scarf.

You almost walk straight.
Did you bring it?

Wait, aunt, I need
to talk to you.

All right. But it's too ugly here.
Give me the bottle.

Aunt, I have a problem.
I don't know what to do.

Let me have a drink first!
My soul's burning!

No! You're out of it after vodka.

- I don't have! I forgot it!
- You're lying.

I'm not lying.

Well, your mother'd never
forget vodka. Never.

- Oh, my 'mother'...
- The ring!

- Where's your grandma's ring?
- I lost it.

Go on,
shoot me for this!

- It's a bad sign, dear.
- A bad sign?

- I'll tell you something scary.
- I don't want you too!

- I have to make up my mind today.
- I have to go for dinner.

Are you serious?

I must go. We have
pancakes today.

My life is being ruined!
I'm in trouble.

- What do you mean pancakes?
- With kissel.

Stop here.(in Russian)
Stop here.

To the suburbs.

- What?
- I'm thinking about you.

About me?

And?

If someone hurts you, I'll
tear his head off.

You'll take me to the hospital
tomorrow. Mum's the word.

You wanted to see
me, General?

Tell me where did you
take Vera.

Oh Lord, help me!

- It's so beautiful here.
- What?

I said, it's beautiful.
The mountains. The sea.

Our orphanage had a picture book:
'The bluest in the world'.

- Do you agree with me?
- About what?

That we have the prettiest sea,
And prettiest women.

French women aren't
even a comparison.

Oh, Paris, O love!
But their moans are fake.

What?

I said, they act out
their passion.

Did you have an affair?

I judge them by films.

Where are you taking me?
Stop the car!

What? I'm doing
as I was told to.

I told you we were going
to the hospital.

- I was told to bring you here.
- Turn around!

- Who told you?
- Damn, the engine's dead.

The radiator is
boiling.

Who ordered you
to come here?

My boss is the general.
He said you should swim.

You swim!

Take me to the town,
immediately!

Why don't you take a swim,
the car has to cool down anyway.

What's going on, eh.

Don't you understand -
I'm late!

There's no way!

Why? Because of the gas?

No, because
it's just bad for you.

Easy. Calm down.
Cool it!

You're ruined, soldier.

It'll be barracks and a prison
for you now.

Get rid of that bastard.

- Who?
- That boor! The driver!

You're not a grenade-launcher.
What happened?

What?
He... he wanted to rape me!

All right, if he's to blame -
he'll be punished.

But he can be gotten
rid of any time.

What?

Wait!

Did you tell me the truth
about Kraikov? Tell me!

I'll cut off my finger if you
don't get rid of that driver!

Come on. To hell
with them all.

Close the door.

- How's your service?
- Everything's ok, Sir.

Still thinking of being
a general?

I don't know,
comrade General.

You and Vera have
to make up.

So screw it, if it's
not my fate.

Sorry for disturbing you,
comrade General.

But I'm just
doing my duty.

You gonna interrogate
me, major?

Of course not, General!

Then you could've come to my place.

All right, let's not
pettifog.

I have a couple of questions
concerning the MT-35 warship

which sank in the spring
of 1957.

- What?
- How did this incident happen?

Read the files of
the governmental investigation,

of course, if you have the
clearance to.

I have the clearance.

And I have these files
right here.

As a result of the fire the ship
overturned and like a pot,

covered the crew. They knocked
on the plating from the inside

until they suffocated from
the smoke. Is this true?

Yes, if it's written there.

You were a colonel then,
chief of the coast guard.

Tell me, why didn't the firemen
put the fire out?

We didn't let them.

There was a reason for this.

You mean the 'X' cargo?
Containers with uranium waste?

What do you want, Major?

Who ordered you to not
let the firemen in? You?

Formally yes. But in fact
in was Colonel Lavrenko.

- KGB General Lavrenko.
- He was a colonel then.

- Could you dispute his order?
- Yes.

But he had more authority and
he issued an order.

- There's no such order in the file.
- So?

No written order means
you are responsible for the death

of people, for the wreck, and for
the contamination of the water.

That written order
probably exists.

Major Kraikov implied this.
Did he really know?

- Go and ask him.
- It's too late now.

What about you? He was
your friend, wasn't he.

For 5 years no one fucking cared
for those men and the ship.

What has changed?

Times have changed. The country and
the Party are renewing themselves.

Wow, they even keep chicken here.

Living a nice life, eh.

Let's go!

You washed it, not long ago.

Bugs crash in to it.

- I like the car to be neat.
- Bugs? Where?

Lida, take it easy.

The car can run you over
not screw you.

No kidding?
So, I aimed for the sky, eh.

- Did you have a nice sleep?
- A boring one.

- Did you drive the master?
- Of course.

Take a break then.
I need a man's help.

Glad to help.

I'm waiting.

Put it on.

It fits you well.

You think so?
So, I'll be a general one day.

You'll have to wait a long time.
Although...

Marry his daughter -
and you'll be a major in no time.

- Really?
- Of course. Happens all the time.

That's why they took you.

Didn't you know?

Or you won't fall
for a lame girl?

The orchestra plays a march
on the harbor.

A boat with the Commander of
the Black Sea Fleet

is heading towards the Admiral
Golovko and Mikhail Kutuzov cruiser.

On Navy Day

the stands are full of
Sevastopolites,

guests of the city and
the best people of our country:

The region's and city's
governors,

chiefs of the Army
and Navy,

survivors of the Great
Patriotic War.

Black Sea sportsmen,
are here for the 'Star race'

those - best prepared for both army
and political tactics.

The fleet and submarines are
the great Soviet state's

stronghold and security.

Comrades! Congratulations,
It's Navy Day!

It's Navy Day!

I would like to present
to each of you

a napkin.

- Thank you.
- Gauze napkins.

A lighter for you.

Call me when you
have a drink.

Where are you going?
Wait!

What kind of boat?

The admiral's boat?

Like during Angela's birthday?

- You should know better.
- Why?

- I said no.
- I've important business there.

Don't get in my way!

I see.

All right.
You'll go with Victor.

A convoy?

So, it was not Kraikov?

It's very important
for me to know.

No. Leave me alone.

- Did you tell anyone else?
- No.

- Try to remember.
- No one. It's nonsense.

Look, I bought it
for my son.

At the department store.

My wife said: Buy shoes
for our oldest and youngest son.

But they had only a little size.
What do you think?

Victor!

Put on civilian clothes.
You're going with Vera.

Harness your horses guys,
and recline in your beds.

I will walk out into my garden
to admire flowers...

Shashlyk!

Rokhes!
Leave Angela alone.

Do you have
good cigars in Cuba?

We've all kinds of
things in Cuba.

Only you have
nothing to eat.

Mind your mouth.

Never mind
these drunken fools.

Better you dance
with the Readhead.

Leave me alone.

Come on!

- You're a quiet one.
- Why?

I've never seen you before.

Are you an officer?

In what corpse?

Secret corpse.

Shall we kiss?

They won't understand us.

So, you run away?

I'm on duty here.

Leave me alone, Rojes.

- Come on.
- He doesn't dance.

Oh, really?
Why's that?

- Because he's a servant.
- What?

- A servant. He's my driver.
- Oops.

Why do you need
a driver on the boat?

What's he
steering, eh?

Come on.

Shall I call her back?

I can arrange
your fate.

Arrange your
own happiness first.

Wait.

Are you crazy?
What am I, your fiance?

I don't even
remember your name.

Stop the car!

Pull up!

- I was driving carefully.
- Leave!

Leave!

Don't lower your head,
so it doesn't go up your nose.

And we were expecting you
for breakfast.

- Easy.
- Dinner's cold, have to heat it.

Did you not get high enough
on celebration?

Close the door.

You thinking about dating
my daughter, sergeant?

You know Vera's condition?

I see you know.

It's all right with me
if you like her,

but only if you're serious.

Or else,
I'll smash you.

You're a serious guy.

With some help you'll
rise in the world.

Lida!

Lay the table for three.

I didn't have time
to do this in the morning.

My congratulations.

Oh, Victor, your
so quiet.

Are all me really
like this.

And then you call us bitches.
Move your feet.

And I feel for you.

Makin' love with
a lame girl, ha.

For a general's ration. Wait
'till you'll drop out a window.

- Watching a play with servants?
- Who's a servant?

Have you no sense
of humor?

I underestimated you. You sure
found an approach Vera.

Come on Captain.

You're no tattle-tale.
Only you've complicated things.

- What?
- You'll know soon.

Captain, I wanted to tell you...

- Maybe I shouldn't do all this.
- What exactly?

Well, you know...

...writing all this stuff.

It's a bad thing to do.

- You wanna get out of it?
- No. I just feel like some...

Writing this stuff and living in
this house. It's not decent.

No problem.

Of course, if you were a stranger.
But now Vera, she...

A joke!

Go ahead,
write, Dostoevsky.

Are you cold?

You have gooseflesh.

What is this? Did you
scald yourself?

You're too curious
for a servant.

Let's go, I'm real cold.

Pay the check.

Good night!

The tea there and
the teapot's over there.

The brew is stale a bit.

Who is it?

- Where have you been?
- And you?

Drinking tea in the kitchen.

Oh yeah, how come we didn't
run into each other?

Guys, where the hell are you?

- Bring water!
- How'd it start burning?

- Canisters of gas are in there.
- Why're they there?

I can't carry them
around with me!

It's gonna blow,
the car too!

- Who told you to go in there?
- No one did.

- What did you need there?
- The car of course.

Cough it up! You were going
to retrieve the folders, right?

No. There were canisters
full of gasoline there.

Answer, damn it. Were you
looking for the papers?

Yes, I wrote.
Did I not have to?

- You're being clever.
- I'll do everything you order.

- Fetch the nails.
- Put it crosswise.

Is this a joke? You have
a new driver?

- Not yet
- Why, then?

It's ridiculous! 'Cause of a
crappy shed!

You should interfere!

There's no reason I should.

It's a spit in the face!

The man has disappeared! It's
been 3 days already.

We don't know where he is!
Isn't this reason enough?

- Don't get agitated.
- I will!

I'll go to the admiral!
I'll show them hell!

- Quiet!
- I won't shut up!

Hush! Don't get
involved in this.

General, didn't you...

There's a wire for you.

They want you
in Moscow, urgently.

Of course.

General, we just...
while you're gone

They install the wiring.
Looking for a break.

Go on looking.

I intruded and retook him.
Too much hysteria around.

- Well now, hi.
- How do you do, Sir.

- You ok?
- Yes, sir.

I booked a flight to Moscow.

- When?
- From the airbase, at 4.

- Am I going with you?
- Stay here.

I don't know when
I'm coming back. Find a nanny.

An experienced one.

It's time.

- Yes, General.
- You're responsible here.

Keep an eye out,
correct things.

- Well, you understand.
- I'll correct them.

Will you eat,
before you leave?

Coming.

Pay Lida and let her go.
Today.

- Lida?
- She shouldn't stay.

I see.

You want some chicken?

They'll feed him in the plane,
with some cognac.

Cognac too, ha.

Lida, you know...

As of today you're transferred
back to the garrison.

- What?
- Back to the garrison.

You mean I'm being retired?

It's the general's order.

I see.

Great!

- Are you crazy?
- Go to hell!

- You fool.
- Leave me alone.

- Farewell, Victor.
- What'd you mean?

They sacked me. Threw me away.
Because of you, by the way.

Ain't that just fair?

Tell me, is it fair?

Am I to blame for men
liking me?

They sleep out of love and
marry for status.

Open the door!

Vera, calm down.

Call the guards to
break the door down.

- Oh, my God.
- The key's inside.

- Shall we change the flight?
- Open. I need to talk to you.

Go away, all of you! I don't
need anybody, hear me?

Break it down.

Go away!

Go away.

Or I'll burn my face,
you know I will.

Don't, honey.

Don't torture yourself.
Come.

It's all right, honey.

We'll do everything as
you say. Just...

Put the iron down.

What do you want?
Tell me.

Nothing.

What about...

...what about mashed potatoes
with butter?

The way you loved,
as a child.

How about it?

Yes, with seed-oil.

The way mama
used to make.

Mother...

Come, come.

Come...

Oh, god.

He is off.

- Now I'll get the sack, like Lida?
- Think about it.

Why'd he want his daughter
to marry an adulterer?

If you were a colonel, maybe.

Help me.

I don't need anyone but Vera.
I'm in love with her.

Don't give me that bull.

Why'd you need this family?
After the army, you're a civilian.

I need the army!
It gave me everything!

It showed me bedsheets
for the first time.

- You're overstating it.
- Near our orphanage...

...there was a barrack
where workers lived:

2 families in a room:
Drinking bouts, a shit-bucket.

I grew up in this orphanage.

And the workers life
seemed a fairytale to us.

- So what?
- Nothing.

I'll eat earth, but I won't go
back to that shit!

So you need either
a wedding,

or a plane crash...

I'm joking!

All right.

I'll try to pull the wool
over Vera's eyes.

Come on. Let's go.

That Lida, ha!

A clever snake, she is.

She made it up,
everything!

You see,

I saw myself how she tried to
force her way into his room.

He won't let that bitch in.

My word of honor.

- KGB men summoned you?
- And they will again.

Too bad.

Can you tell me
why they're badgering me?

Now I can. Americans reminded
Khrushchev about that shipwreck,

the 'radiation' and all.
And he's like, ' no, it can't be'.

They gave him the facts.
So, he looked shitty.

Now he needs blood, you and that
KGB guy are the scapegoats.

If you don't have a paper of
the KGB guy's order...

- I have his order.
- Why didn't you say so?

I didn't want problems
with them.

Vera, I love you.
Honestly.

Shall I step off the cliff
for you to believe me?

Shall I shoot myself?

- Did you 2 ever?
- Of course not.

- She was hanging all over you.
- So what?

Nothing. Swear
you're not lying.

Swear on your mother.

I swear.

On your mother?

Yes, on my mother.

Kiss me.

- Do you really love me?
- Yes.

Sometimes I think you don't.

- Wait! Did I hurt your feelings?
- No.

- I don't believe we'll get married.
- Why?

I'm a small person.

You won't get married
to a sergeant, will you.

Come on. My father will
come back and see to everything.

Let's go.

- Where's Savelyev?
- He's has a toothache.

What? Again?

How is Vera?

She's all right.

We go to theatre. We read
soulful books.

Remarque's 'Three Comrades'.
Her belly is getting really big.

There was no belly, then
All of the sudden it grew.

All right, then.

How was your trip,
Comrade general?

It was ok.

I'm was so good, someone's
head is gonna fall.

I also looked into your future.
You'll study in Moscow.

Not now, of course.

What?

The brakes!

- The brake pedal dropped!
- Change gear!

I can't!

Get out of the car, quickly!

It's falling!

- Jump!
- The door...

- Jump!
- The door's jammed.

Vera!

Don't worry, but they're
in big trouble.

I don't know the details.

I'm going to the scene now.

Their car dropped
off the cliff.

It's absurd, General,

but she's either in labour
or had some fit.

We took her to the hospital.

She's only in her 7th month.
Can't you stop it?

Are you kidding? She's in labour.
Sit down.

Mother, oh god!

The brakes? You mean
It could be planned.

Who's responsible for this?
You wan a court marshal!

- Bring oxygen bags.
- Two?

Oh, dear Mother!

Mommy, this is your baby.
It's alive.

It's a girl!

You, motherfuckers!
I'll pull your ears over your asses!

Release my driver,
immediately!

He's a suspect
in the fact of the accident.

I'll take of the 'fact' myself!

If you don't release him -
I'll personally demote you!

Yes sir!

A toast for Vera and the baby.

It's ok that it was
born premature.

My baby sister was born premature
too and she was cool!

She even had rosy cheeks.
People wondered: How come?

There was famine,
the war just ended.

Did you love your sister?

Well, you know...

Mother was a telephone
operator, working all day.

I changed the diapers,
fed her, washed her.

In winter, I'd freeze standing
in line for baby food.

I'd run home, and
mother would say:

Have a gulp of milk. But
I would never touch it,

just so that my
Sveta would get enough.

And?

When Mother died of
TB,

they took us to different
orphanages.

- Why?
- What?

Why'd they separate you?

I don't know.

It was the rules. I tried
to run away 2 times.

First time they caught me.
Second time,

It was too late already.

She died of dysentery,
from lack of care.

She was only a
year and a half.

You should stick
to me, Victor.

They're trying to get at me.
But their ass'll stick, from

trying to get at me.

They'll be tried
for that accident.

You'll see how many
heads roll.

Cheers.

Here now, to the baby.

For her happiness!

Love it, brothers,

Ain't life so great.

No fear, with
our ataman.

The first bullet...

Atta boy, son!

The first bullet
aimed at my horse.

And the second bullet...

And the second bullet
wounded me.

Ain't she dark.

Easy, don't let her go.

- Did you miss us?
- Of course.

I missed you so very much!

This month seemed as
long as a life.

- Come on.
- Let's welcome them!

Meet Valya. Nurse Valya.

Let me...

- I'll take the child.
- I'll do it myself.

Come on.

Come on in!

Hi!

Hi!

How are you?

- And you?
- Well...

Are you in a hurry?

It's a pity.
We could have a chat.

- Some other time.
- You're lying again.

I'm sorry! So sorry!

The gullies, 11 Novatorov Str!

You Parkinsonic,
your hands're shaking?

- Take me to the army attorney.
- Will do.

I'm going there about
your business.

The general can't help you,
you know.

However, strange as it may seem,
I can.

Thank you.

And you owe it to me,
you're going to Moscow.

He said in a month, but I arranged
you go on Friday.

- This Friday?
- Yeah.

The old man's became so stubborn
and absent-minded.

He lost this yellow folder.
Did you see it by chance?

- No.
- Maybe it's in his safe?

Maybe.

Yes, he positively
left it in his safe.

I guess someone needs to
find it, what do you say?

- Who?
- You and me.

See, but the key...

Find out where he
keeps the key.

What if I'm caught? Let him
look for his folder himself.

No. We need to help him.

See now, Sveta, we're
in a mess.

What'd we do now, Sveta?

Why aren't you sleeping?

I'll manage myself.
Go to bed.

I'll be waiting for you. Come
when she falls asleep.

- All right.
- Here.

Go, lay down.

- There's another room.
- Close the windows.

Hey, kid, get up.
Disinfecting crew.

What?

- What the hell is this?
- Ha?

- This is a nursery!
- We're not just on vacation here.

Hey, we told you:
Disinfecting crew.

- What the hell do you mean?
- Easy, easy.

Cool it!

Cool it, I said!

Who?

- Who ordered this?
- The region's being disinfected.

It's this bug. We wanted
to do this before the birth...

- No, we're ok.
- Sanitary inspection insist.

- Not with the child.
- We'll send the baby & Vera away.

I've seen to everything.

It'll only take 24 hours.
You and me are also leaving.

It's his last day here!
I'm not going anywhere.

You'll be taken to
an apartment in town,

and then straight to Moscow.
You're a lucky.

Moscow!
I really envy you.

- I'm staying here.
- But...

It's an order!

I want you to have one
to remember me by.

I'm a toddler here.

My leg was
still healthy.

I was born healthy,
you know.

This is me and my Mom.

After it happened.

I must pack my stuff.

Yes, just...

I'll give you this one,
for you to remember me.

Please, don't leave!

- I'll die without you.
- Don't, please.

- Go, go on.
- Just a sec.

- You needn't...
- Let me pack my stuff.

...breath these chemicals.

I just wanted...

All right.

I've dismissed them till morning.

What are you pottering about?

Faster, army-style.
Off to study!

Come on.

I don't know, really.

It's the wrong moment
for me to leave.

Vera's nervous,
the baby is too.

I see!

- Can't I leave in 2 days?
- No!

Come on.

No!
I can't leave today.

I'm not going.

I'm sick of you.
No one'll look for you?

The general will.

You think so?
Well, I have some good news.

Your general is history!
He doesn't know yet,

but there's an order.
In 3 day's he'll be in

the garbage, like a
torn condom. Got it!?

You probing me, ha?

Me? You?

Why? We're friends,
aren't we.

If of course, you didn't fall
in love with that Vera...

Are you really in
love with that weirdo?

- No, I'm not.
- Great for you.

Atta boy! Don't
ask for trouble.

A word - and you're tried for
'attempted murder'! Got it?

Look after the
bathhouse.

What should I do then?

Run.

Pack up and
move to Moscow.

Now, while you have
a chance.

Before you're deported
up north

to slice ice
with your arse!

Dad! See you tomorrow!

Crazy! What's there to
spray at night.

Probably they're mad they
didn't do it earlier.

- Zina! Where's the baby food?
- In the trunk, I guess.

Are you sure?

Careful.

- Stupid me! I forgot!
- What?

- I forgot to pack the photo.
- It's a pity.

It's too bad. It's an evil omen.

All right. Sit tight.

- What about the train?
- We'll make it.

The basket was in the kitchen.
I thought you'd take it.

- Why not you?
- Hush. Give me the child.

- You don't know how with a child.
- Me?

Yes, you.

The gates are locked.
Drive to the back one then.

Vera, hurry up, all right?

Just a sec.

The basket.

- It's here.
- Where?

- Damn, I won't make it.
- Who put it together?

You're the nurse,
it's your duty.

Dad!

Oh my God!

- What've you done, bastard?
- What?

- You, sonofabitch!
- Who let her in?

- Who let her in?
- Shut up! No hysterics!

Shoot him. There's
no alternative now.

Oh my God!

- Get away. Both of you!
- Seemed there was a shot.

There was.

Oh... oh no!

Vera... killed her father,
herself and the child.

The child?

Vera's a schizo. You know.
Come on.

Get out of here.

And tell Victor
to move it!

Yes, run!

And mum's the word!

Stop, you creep!

What a fucking idiot!

- He's a goner now.
- We'll catch him all right.

Sveta dear, don't cry.

I understand.

Hush, hush!
We'll make it!

Stop the car!

Sveta, don't cry.

Search the shore
in both directions.

No ceremonies. A hole
in his head. Period.

I can understand you killin'
him. But why the baby?

You're too late with
advice, smart-ass!

3 of you that way,
2 - over there.

Sveta, don't cry.

What is that?

Captain? Why're you silent?

Zero!

What?

No one here!

Fuck'n life.

Yeah, a dog's life!

I'll be back!

I'll be back!

I'll be back!