Asterrarium (2021) - full transcript

Present day. A comet approaches the Earth, carrying the ultimate destruction. The government is disbanded, there is no communication or transport. The world is in chaos. This does not stop the main characters, Anna and Andrei, a couple that lives in a provincial town, from waiting their sons, who had left the town nine years ago, to come back. They dream to reunite the family for this last event. The kids do come, but the family reunion makes the life of the couple much harder. The comet is getting closer, and everybody needs to speak out everything they did not say earlier. However, the most important words bring out grievances accumulated over the years, hidden desires, skeletons in the cupboard; the characters cannot even gather around the festive table. Will they manage to stay a family or did the apocalypse happen long before the coming of the comet?

Can you hear me?

Even though it
doesn't matter now.

The posts
are always there.

Everyone who will be affected
by this last message will listen.

There is no one
in the building.

No one is working.
They've been all sent home.

The honor of recording
the last message was entrusted to me.

A simple janitor.

The authorities imposed
a State of Emergency

and we were forced to live in
it for the past 30 years.

Only a few seconds are left
before the meteor impact.



The City services ceased their work.
As if they ever worked before.

Radio and TV broadcasting
will also stop soon.

Problems with electricity
and water supplies are possible.

The trains and airplanes
haven't moved,

but that's since the time
of the coronavirus.

Actually, you don't have to worry
about saving or stacking up.

You can die in peace...

No one can save us anyway.

ASTERRARIUM

Come in!

Don't worry about the shoes.
It won't stink.

Mammy, look!
Did you patch up the socks?

Your irreplaceable outfit.
Graduation, wedding, graveyard.

God, it starts...



Where did you dig up
your grandpa?

Did you cut the pockets open?
Do you remember the wedding?

Andrei!

They gave him money,
and his pockets were patched up.

He started sticking cash
down his underwear.

Stop it already!

Tanya the shopkeeper had the stench
on her hands for two weeks.

And his pubic hair
was all over the shop's sausage.

Can you talk like a normal person
at least on this day?

Go on.
Start your tale.

I sat there thinking...

Cans.

Pickles.

Brought a flair gun.

Maybe we can launch
a flair rocket?

I thought

we'd do it together.
You know...

Want a drink?

Want some ice?
Or just some spit?

He's been
like that the entire day.

Got an idea.

-Mammy, come to me.
-Why should I?

-Well, at least to the friend zone.
-I don't want to.

-At least to the friend zone. Sit down.
-I don't want to.

Let's have a meat party.

Just the three of us.
A burger party, what do you say?

Like we were young.

I'll be the top bun...

-You'll be the meat.
-Bastard! Enough already!

Stop it!

What's wrong, Nadya?
A 3-way burger.

-For God's sake, stop it!
-Well, you did sleep with him.

That was so long ago.
What's the difference?

-There is a big difference.
-How big?

30 years.

That's almost yesterday.
How old were you 30 years ago?

-23.
-What changed? Nothing.

Look. Only her bellybutton
can now touch her tits.

And ours
can touch our sacks.

You're sick!

-You're an old sick pervert!
-I'm a fool. No, seriously, I'm a fool.

Do you think I messed up like that all
my life? This... What's her name...

Aki... Masha! All of the whores
stuck around at her place.

-What's her last name... Akin? Yes!
-Aristova?

Yes!

So, Masha Aristova calls me up:
"Andrei, come over!".

Well, you know me. I've bought a bottle
of strong wine, condoms,

all different kinds:

condoms with little mustaches,
glow in the dark ones.

Filled my pockets with them.
And I'm off.

And then... you're calling me.
You're calling me!

"Come over,
we need to talk!".

And I'm standing there
like a dumbass, thinking:

there's a blazing hot chick
calling me to fuck,

and you're calling me
to talk about your fucking misery.

-Do you remember that?
-I don't. That's enough.

Zhdanov, I don't understand one thing:
what prison were you in?

Why?

Your voice is higher
than it used to be.

It's the same.

Okay. Everyone has his own
thorny path.

-And what did you choose, in the end?
-Nothing. Really.

I chose you.

And Kolya shot himself.

Came home, had a drink,
put on his parade uniform.

Not like his grandpa's.
He had his police medals,

medals for Donbass, Syria.
Said: "Wait, Dad,

why should you suffer?
We'll all die in the end. Come here".

Then he shot himself.
Bang!

No shit!

Zhdanov!

My condolences

-What?
-Set the table!

-What?
-What if Victor and Pavel also...

Shut up! Our kids aren't the shit
that his Kolya was.

I'm sorry, Zhdanov.
But your son was shit.

-Shit! Ran over my dog.
-He didn't run over your dog.

Then who did?

Did it run over itself, and smear
its innards on your son's wheels?!

The entire house hated your dog.
When it got run over,

we could go out safely.
The dog was really fucked up.

You were fucked up too.
My Polkan only barked at people.

There. That's what his "bark"
did to me.

Who the hell knows, who bit you?!
Fuck knows...

Maybe your sluts
got passionate with you.

By the way,
I didn't like your Polkan either.

Masters take after their dogs.

Maybe you should go visit
his fucking crazy son?

My son was normal.

Well, maybe he was.
But then he got screwed over.

Life smeared him on its tires,
like my Polkan.

-Go fuck yourself.
-Where will you go?

Away from you!
Bastard!

Bastard?
I'm a bastard?

-That's enough!
-He called me a bastard!

And you compared his son
with a dog!

-Zhdanov!
-What?

What?

It's not because I'm mad.
I honestly said what I think.

-Did your son take bribes?
-Well, yes.

When you got caught with your road
patrol scam, and got 4 years,

did he help you?

No.

-And today he wanted to kill you?
-Well, yes, he hid.

And what am I supposed to tell you?
That he's a great son

and an honest
law enforcement officer?

Well... No.

-Peace...
-Where are you going?

To take a walk.

Come,

I'll be waiting for you with
an open heart!

Just come!

Andrei, it's clear
that we don't have long to live.

But I'm very sorry that I couldn't
ever have a drink with you.

To toast.
Like friends.

As they say, when a person
doesn't drink or smoke,

you can't help but think,
whether he's a bastard.

-I think Stalin said that.
-Chekhov.

What?

Zhdanov! Have you ever seen
a roll of toilet paper?

White, soft.

Flushable.

That's the only bright line
in your life.

And I think

I'm about to mess it up.

My head is falling asleep.

That's it,
I can't take it anymore.

Brilliant! You know...
This is the best!

Jerk! Bastard!

I'm wasting my time here!

Take this here!
You know what?

You are mediocre!

Look! Look at it!
Ain't it beautiful! Look!

Here! Let me help you! Hold on
to your precious little brush!

3 ½ hours! Damn it!
I'm wasting my time on you!

I'm wasting my time on you!
It's just... insane!

I'm going bald because of how
untalented and worthless you are!

Just look at that pretty little thing!
Think about it now! Fucking Einstein!

Your Jaconda is here!

God...

Moses, do you have a cigarette?

Fuck off!

Listen... I'm sorry.

I... don't have anyone else
to go to.

I've had a son. No matter what he
was... Even if he wasn't mine.

Your son stuck around all the time.
Ran over my dog.

What's with you? Why are you going
on and on about that bitch?

-He was male!
-I don't give a damn!

My son didn't run over your dog!

It might have barked,
but never smeared tires with its guts.

-That's enough!
-I'll decide when it's enough.

Well? What? Are you giving orders now?
You're shitting and I have to smell it?

Don't you try crushing me with your
experience. You're in my house!

That's it.
I can't take it anymore.

I'm sorry, God!

Please, God! I beg you!

Make them come back today.

Make them come home.

Victor and Paul.

-He doesn't hear you.
-God!

Creation is coming to an end,

and we really need time to repent.

It's time to open up our souls
and let him in.

Time to stop lying.
You're Anna, right?

The wife of Andrei, from Khrustal.
That blasphemer and obscene man...

Go on!
Repent! Repent!

I'm a very bad mother.

I only love my son.

Well, that's natural.
Our children grow up and leave us.

And the youngest always leaves
the deepest wound.

-Anything else?
-Yes.

Andrei.

It's like he's possessed.

Plus, that phone.

I made a commission from him,
and every time I ask about my order,

he sends me off for "self-procreation".

-I'm sorry.
-Don't worry! It's not you.

It's just that men...
Men are egotistical.

Like children. And a telephone is an
evil thing. Straight from the devil!

Anna! I'm sorry, Anna!

You didn't even go to Aristova!
I remember that day.

I went to her place. You know how
she called you? A coward!

A coward, who can't answer
for his own words!

An impotent!

Get the hell out of here,
you tripper-struck motherfucker!

How do I know?

I know. When you go online, that's
the first news you get to find out.

The entire internet
is on about your rotten little dick.

There's a huge article on Wikipedia.
4 Academics wrote it. Zhdanov.

Tripper. His wife Nadya left him.
Family failure in Russia.

His son Kolya is shit.
Everyone knows about your tripper.

The Norman 4 discussed...
Zhdanov and his tripper.

From the side it looks like...
it looks impossible.

And after that your wife Nadya left.
I knew that Masha Aristova

has the tripper.
That's why I bought condoms.

You knew?

And you didn't say anything?

Buddy...

That's...

Zhdanov, you're rough

but your ass is soft.

It's cold.

They promised to give us
a bit of hot water tomorrow.

Did you cheat on me?

With whom?

I don't know. With somebody.

-No.
-What about Masha Aristova?

Remember Nadya Zhdanova?
Who had tripper? Did we or did they?

-They did.
-You see?

And why did you have
that young chick on your phone?

I just downloaded that online.

She looks like you when you were young.
Do you want me to post your photo?

I do.

Don't you have my photo?

I do. It's just the light is better.

Did I really look like that
when I was young?

You did.

They won't come.

Neither Victor, nor Pavel.

You know,
when they were inside me,

I felt that they were really there.

As an integral part of me.
Do you know how that feels like?

It's when you want
to absorb a person.

When you love
and want to hug and absorb someone.

Do you know
that I saw a horror movie once,

when a couple of lovers ate each other
because of love.

And that was wonderful.
It was so accurate.

That's how I was... I absorbed them.
Do you understand?

They were inside me,
do you understand?

Yes, yes, yes.

And it was... It was the highest peak
a mother's love could reach.

Do you understand me?
I felt their mood.

I felt them crying
and feeling angry.

And then they pissed me off
and I lost that feeling. I thought...

I thought: "Please don't!
Bring it back as it was!".

Please, bring them back into me.

Do you know what I thought
when I saw Pavel for the first time?

I though "God! What a freak!

-He's despicable!".
-You don't love Pavel?

That's not what I'm talking about!

Do you know how happy I was

when Victor was inside me? But I always
knew that that will come to an end.

I knew he will be dragged out
from inside me.

And love will come to an end.
He will turn into a human!

I didn't want a boy at all!
I wanted a girl!

You got pregnant for a second time.
I'm talking about Victor!

I understand.

-What do you think I am?
-I just understand.

You never gave birth!

Only a woman
can truly love!

And men...

You all... You...

You're cocks with eyes!

That's ideal!

Where is your dream?

Where is your dream?!

You and your mom

went on and on:
"He doesn't drink!

That's the most important thing!".
It would be better if you drank,

like all real men! I wish you'd drink,

but work normally and silently!
So that you'd just do what you're told.

How many times where you kicked out
of the crystal factory?!

How many times was I forced to go
to your boss, that... what's his name?

God! Prokopyev!

"Please help him! Please!
He's do anything you tell him to!

I fell on my knees before that guy!
So that they'd take you back!

Every normal man
has a car

or a bike! And what are you doing?
And what were you doing?

What are you doing?!
You're just sitting there!

Is your ass covered with honey?

What are you doing
in that garage of yours?

I'm asking you?
Are you just sitting there?

What are you doing there?
Spinning your cups, are you?!

God! I'm so sick of this!

I'm so sick of this!

If we could go somewhere together
only for once! I don't know where!

To Sochi! Or to Anapa!
To go for vacation!

To bloody Crimea!

When were we on vacation?!
In Tuapse?

I dreamt of that all my life!
I dreamt of going abroad!

I dreamt of at least
seeing something!

Even of going to Moscow!
But now we rot in this hole!

Zhdanov, do you like Anya?

Come on! Take her!

Did you want the truth?

If she hadn't called you,
you'd have tripper too.

Round on!

Off fishing? Digging for worms?
Did deeper, you'll find oil.

-Uncle Andrei! Look what I found!
-What?

Hey, Vasya! Did they ever take you
to a zoo?

I'll show you an elephant! This
is the left ear. This is the right!

And here comes the trunk.
Get it?

Did you learn to dance?

Yes.

How much time
do we have?

Just a couple of hours.

A couple of hours?
That's a lifetime.

Why did you leave me
for Andrei?

I thought we'd be together.
You didn't even pay attention to him.

-Why?
-Yep.

Because you didn't look at stars.
You looked at a glass full of booze.

Because you didn't have
neither flight nor dreams.

I hate you.

It's all falsehood!

It's all lies!

It's all the West

and it's the schemes
in our rotten democratic leadership!

A mystery of global scale
at a planetary level

in an attempt
to take control!

A truly socialist...

Revolution is coming!

Yes!

We will annihilate enemies
of humanity!

All of the parasites!
All of the bastards

that you can't even see now!

Hello, Sofia Vladimirovna!
Great speech! Full of passion!

Andrei!

Come here!

You're not looking at me
kindly at all...

Do you remember calling me

an old cunt? In 1987?

And in 1991 you called me
a fucked up otter!

You weren't
the Aphrodite of Melos!

And in 1995 you called me
a rabid bitch! I remember!

And you called me the same thing
in 2010, 2015, and 2017!

The Pension Reform
isn't enough for you all!

Slut!

Pavel! Pasha!

Come on!

-Come on! Come on!
-Can I?

Of course! Come on! Come on!

There...

That's remarkable!

It's amazing.

Come on!

You know, I really want love!
I can't feel anything at all!

Anything at all!

You know, when Andrei
gave me flowers last time?

When he buried his dog!

They gave him
5 carnations at the store.

And he had one left.

He gave it to me.

I really want to be loved.

I love you.

I'm old.

You're beautiful.

I'm ugly.

Even that thing
makes you prettier.

-I'm not talking about that.
-I always loved you.

Zhdanov.

Kiss me.

Pasha!

-Ma...
-Pasha...

Come here!

Eat up!

Don't be scared, Makar,
I'm scared myself.

Come on, my friends!

We all have a lot of skeletons
in our closets.

We all collect grudges, it's like the
knots that don't let us live in peace.

But now, I think,
we need to throw it all away

and, if we all are doomed to die,
we will die in love.

Love is everything.
It's the world.

And I want to confess,
my dearest,

that I love all of you.

All of you.

You, Anna...

Pasha... And you, Andrei.

I love you.

O, pickles.

Want some?

-The Butterfly Effect.
-What?

It's when a butterfly
flaps its wings in Peru,

the volcano Eyjafjallajokull
erupts in Iceland.

Or: if a woman, let's call her a
"mother-in-law"

decided to install a telephone,
to brag in front of her neighbors...

God...
Careful with the elbow!

Her daughter picks up that phone
and makes a call.

And the man she called bought
condoms and went to a chick,

but didn't make it.

And his friend,
who didn't by the condoms, made it.

Please, don't.
I really beg you.

So, a mother-in-law installs
a phone in 1994,

and in 20 years that
leads a man to death.

And it's the telephone's fault that his
life got screwed over.

One telephone call.

Who called whom?

Take a look! And he said
that you patched up his socks!

Do you mean to say that everything
is the fault of the woman.

You can't believe anyone!

The woman who installed
the phone?

She installed it for the person

who was meant to take the call.

I brought cake, by the way.
Made it myself. Shall we take a look?

You know, a cake, a taxi cab,
it's all temporary!

Get out of the way!

Out of the way!

-What's wrong with you, amigo?
-Buenos dias!

Our roads are bad.

Not only cakes...

People sometimes
don't make it in one piece.

It's expressionism.

No! It's post-expressionism.

-What's with you? Everything is ok.
-Yep.

I'm really glad you came.

It's what's inside that counts,
not the shape.

When was the last time
you saw Victor?

Why? You live in the same town.
You're brothers.

Well, we take after her.

What are you doing?
Victor will come by soon.

Victor will come, we'll sit down
at the table and try everything.

I said he won't come.

He will! Pavel wasn't supposed to come,
but he did! Pasha!

-What?
-Why do you see Victor so rarely? Work?

Yes, mom. Work.
Mortgage and a car loan.

I live from ruble to ruble.

Victor actually helped me pay
for your telephone loan.

Auntie Ann,
can I have some water?

Go change!

Drink up!
Pasha, get down to the table!

Thank you!

Just bring me my red sweater.
It's right there on the sofa.

Mom, dad...

I wanted to thank you.

Thank you for raising
my brother and I.

Thank you for giving us an education,
a warm hearth, love.

I'm sorry that I spent the last years
in Moscow and not here with you.

9 years, 4 months and 17 days.

Dad, I wanted to build
my own home there.

Your own home?
Will your old folks have a room there?

It's not that. I wanted for my kids
to live better than we did as kids.

What were you lacking? My mother
and I shared our last with you.

I'm not talking about that, Dad!
I'm saying that you lived poorly,

so that we would live normally,
and my kids should live better,

and their kids, even better.
Ideally!

You're a moron, son.

Shitted on your parents and left.
That's your gratitude.

And Victor ain't a fucking moron?
Ain't Victor a moron?

Didn't Victor abandon you?!
Where is your Victor?

Maybe he's assembling your table?!
Victor! Victor!

What did Victor do to you?!

And Victor's here too.
Right here. Looking at us.

Stop it!

Give the medals back!

-Look! Victor's graduation!
-Enough!

-Where are my tapes?
-Enough!

His books are here!

-And where's my Spiderman, Mom?
-Enough!

So, it's like that, Zhdanov...

I called your Victor.
Offered him to come to your place.

Do you know what he said?
"Why?".

Anya, give me the gun.
Now I'm starting to understand you.

It's not love.

It's just a piece of a freak...

Ministry of Emergency.
Don't park your cars under the trees.

We need to bring Pavel back.

Nine years!
Was I supposed to rot in this village?

Pavel left and he's shit.
Victor left and he's a great kid.

My cake is shit.
Everything is shit.

What? Fucking faggot!
I'll stick those blinkers up your ass.

Victor?

Damn it!

-Andrei!
-What?

Come here!

I cut my tire.
Don't you see? What?

This is the place where you kissed me
for the first time. Remember?

God, what have we become?

-What have we turned into?
-Ann...

Please forgive me.

-Forgive me.
-Ann... Don't say that.

Forgive me for everything.
I really love you.

There's nothing to forgive.
Nothing.

Not a day went by
that I didn't think about you.

-We're just sucked in.
-It's the routine.

No, it's progress.

No, I'm talking about the mud.
It's just sucking us in.

Mom! Dad!

This is how fun our parents are.

I need to tell you something.

There. Look.

And?

Pavel, it's my boyfriend.
My man.

Meaning...

-You're a faggot?
-No. Yes.

Not exactly.
Pavel, I'm gay.

Faggot.

I'm gay.

You know,
it's good that I told you first.

I just wanted to be honest.

That's actually why I didn't want
to hang out with you in Moscow.

You've got a car. I thought that
you'd come here on your taxi cab.

Being a cabby is temporary.
And being a faggot is forever.

It's a great cake.

Really, it is. Good job.

And what's this spoon?

Dad wanted to eat the comet.

Got it. Listen, Pavel...

Really, thank you.

I'm really touched that
you're not angry.

Come on!
I'm not a saint either!

Are you also...

No...

No.

When I was coming here...

Are you working?

Yep.

120.

There was this guy,
his wife and kid...

You know,
it really laid heavy on my heart.

Now I feel better.

You hear that?
They're coming.

Yeah, but don't tell them about me, ok?
I'll tell them myself, ok?

Listen, I don't give a fuck.
Tell them what you want.

I think Dad will hear you out.

-You think he will?
-Well, he heard Zhdanov out.

-Victor! Victor!
-Hi, mom.

You're here.

Needed to die for you to come.

I want to say

thank you.

I want to thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you both for coming.

I'm so glad...

I'm happy even. I'm so happy.
Thank you for just being there.

Tell me about your life
in Moscow.

It's fine. Fine.

Pavel called.
Said let's go.

And I couldn't come
with Pavel.

I thought that we'd be held up
in the Duma,

but they let us go home,
and I came straight down here.

So, you're a congressman?

An aid. A congressman's aid.

You see, I told you
what a smart boy he is.

If you make so much money in Moscow,
take your parents with you!

-Mushrooms?
-I was about to. Yeah.

I was about to. Wanted to make
a surprise for your anniversary.

Come here, I'll show you.

There. It's a big, good house.
Let me open it. There...

Right there.

You can't really see it here, but there
are 10-15 hundred square meters.

A glass roof. Armored.

By the way, do you know
what I wanted to tell you?

Your son,
little Victor is a faggot.

-Yep. And he's got a faggot family.
-Pasha...

-And a faggot car.
-Pasha...

And this house, dad, is gay.

And he's got that dude.
Show him that fat faggot.

Your mustached lover that you're
fucking with. No, seriously...

Come down to that faggot house
and live like a gay quartet.

-Pavel, that's enough.
-Enough what?

Is it my fault that
he's ass-fucking with dudes?

No, I don't know who's fucking who,
but since you're a congressman's aid,

he's the one fucking you.
It's hierarchy...

Shut your month. If your brother made
it big, be happy for him, not envious.

Envious? What is there to envy, dad?
That his bumper takes a beating?

If you want, I can fine tune my bumper
and go down that alley too.

-Stop it, Pavel!
-Stop what?

I built my life with my hands!
With these hands!

And he used his ass
to make it in Moscow.

Don't you dare scream
at your mom!

-Your mom is a saint!
-Calm down, dad! Dad!

-No one gave chicks the right to speak.
-I'm not a chick!

Peace upon your home.

I thought that I still have time
to visit everyone,

whom I offended,

whom I felt upset by,

to ask your forgiveness,
to repent

and to forgive.

Anna came by,
as a penitent.

You can still see her penance
on her face.

I forgive you

the money...

I gave you for the commission.

But it would be better
if your repent too.

Padre, enough with the preaching.
Life is short.

Meet my wife, Anna.

Our local whore...

and at the same time,
a praying mantis,

an entertainer, crochet maker,

and the head
of the "50's and Older" club.

My son Pavel. A moron.
A lucky mortgage owner, deep in loans.

With hands growing out of his ass.
Defective baker.

He made this shitty cake
for our table. It's his creation.

And this is our pride and joy:
Valentina Andreevna.

An aid to a congressman
of the State Duma.

-A fag?
-Gay.

And the rivers will be red as blood.
It starts.

The plagues of Egypt.

Lord have mercy...

Lord Jesus Christ,
Son of the Living God...

Mom!

Don't embarrass yourself.
I think you just killed Moses.

Get him to Zhdanov!

Dad... You wanted a daughter.
There she is.

Are you really gay?

-Yes.
-Totally?

Totally.

They're passing laws in the Duma
through their rear "working stations".

Izergil. Chapter 4.

The Path of the Righteous...
Bitch!

And my wrath will come upon you.

Wake up! All of you!

Tomorrow I won't even be alive.
And you won't.

Nothing will exist by tomorrow.

I wanted to tell you the truth.
To be honest in these last hours.

I don't give a shit what happened here.
I don't care that you killed Zhdanov.

You'll shit in your Duma.

Are you not at all troubled that
Pavel killed a whole family for a car?

Your cabby son killed an entire family
to steal their car.

Wanted to make
an impression on you.

Maybe he's gay.

It's fashionable now.
But you're the fag. Get to the table.

Hey, kitty cat!

It's for Moses.

I'll show the way.

I thought it's for Moses. Some emo
chick. Got the houses mixed up.

Wandered into the wrong street.
Let's go down to the table, sunny.

Go on!

Need to get some tape on that.

Tape won't hold it.
The ceiling is greasy.

What if we use a cork?

Just get a fork through it,
and that's it.

You know, why they never have sex
on the Red Square?

Because everyone
will fuck you over with advice.

Uncle Andrei,
is daddy at your place?

I thought you shot yourself.
Why did you come here?

I'll drop in.

To your place.

-What's going on?
-Marauder-scavengers came over.

Wanted to rape Mammy here.
Anna.

Victor...

Sausages?
Your custom ones?

Yes. Swine gut.

I was stuck at work.

Came home,
no trace of dad.

I thought that maybe
he's at your place.

He didn't come by.

-Maybe he left somewhere.
-He can't leave.

He took my gun.

I'm afraid that he might
do something.

They told the people
all kinds of shit...

They've all gone crazy.

But now it's ok.

They settled down
to feast with their families.

It's ok.

You did a good job.

Great job for coming.

You're a real family,
happy, close.

Take the sausages.
There. They're really good.

If my mom hadn't left for somewhere,

we would be sitting there eating
salads just like you.

But she left.
I don't know where.

And my dad went missing too.

I better go look for him.

Kolya, you better go to Aristova.
Maybe dad's over there.

Maybe dad's over there.

Kolya? Kolya...
This is Uncle Andrei.

Just one question.
Look me in the eyes.

Did you run over Polkan, my dog?
Answer me!

I saw it. I got my car dirty.
I drove right over his dead guts.

But I didn't run him over.
I didn't.

Kolya!
No one will do anything to you!

I said look me in the eyes,
you filth!

Mammy,
Shoot him in the kneecaps!

-Andrei...
-Mammy, I want to hear the truth!

Kolya! Enough wining!
Get yourself together! You're filth...

The road was covered in ice!
He ran out...

Remember my eyes.
Remember them, filth. My dog?

Your dirty dog! It ran out on the road.
Your dirty little dog!

Polkan loved me more than anyone on
this Earth!

Anya, I'm sorry... But Polkan was
the only one who ate my slippers!

If only you'd have eaten
my slippers...

Please, Auntie Annie, don't!

Anna! Anna, finish him!

For Polkan!

Come on...
Let's carry him.

Easy, easy, easy...

Padre?
Did you rise from the dead?

Andrei...

What are you doing?
Come to your senses.

Anya...
It's not what you think.

-Mom! Mom!
-Mom! Don't!

Baby, where are you?
Where are my glass slippers?

I'll make her a glass coffin.

So, this is where you got
those little words?

Come here, bitch!

You beast!

You underage fucked up bitch!

Who are you... I'll rip your legs off!
Bitch! Moron!

Andrei, get down to the table.

You too, padre.
I'm about to confess.

But let me solve something
real quick.

-Mom!
-Mom!

Get to kids' room.
And close the door.

Let's see...

So, I'm this man's wife.

These are my children.

And this is Padre. He'll conduct
your funeral service.

-Well, peace to your home...
-I said, sit down!

Maybe we shouldn't...

Shut up!

What's your name, honey?

Angelia...

Sorry.
I'm not aware of this whole situation.

We just wanted to flex a bit.
Got hooked up online.

I cringed a bit, but...

But it didn't go the way we wanted.

I didn't know he had
a family, a wife, children.

I didn't know.

He just seemed as a sassy hubby
on his avatar.

I just wanted to flex it,
to get naughty at the end of the world.

In Russian, you whore!

Speak Russian, I said, bitch!
You learned the language in school.

I wanted to have sex with Andrei.

Anya!

Shut up, you Judas!

Breathe while you can.

Papa, you were
like a father to me.

Close the door!

Dad is screwed.

Anya...

He invited me!
Yes! He invited me!

He promised to show me
his workshop

and to make me a pair
of glass slippers.

Do you know what
poems he wrote me?

He confessed his love for me.

I'll never do it again!
Plus, he said that he's a widower!

Padre, start the funeral service.

-Get her to the kids' room.
-Daddy!

It starts...

I forgot! Forgot!

What the fuck...

So, he did finish it...

Andrei!

Andrei! Andrei!

Au revoir, granny!

Daddy look!
I killed those bitches!

-Old bitches!
-Come on, dad, get up!

Hello! Hey.
Yeah, just a second!

Bye! Mom!

Hello? Yes, I'll take the order.
I'll be right there.

Dad. Mom.

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