A Fox Hunt Page #2

He'll be glad to see you.

You can go fishing. Why not?

Forget it.

And these holiday houses are nothing

but degradation. I can tell you that.

Dancing and booze.

Galka has been there.

Galka...

The thing is, Galka...

... is not married.

Here you are, she needs a husband.

What is there for you?

And I need...

... a wife.

Take that!

Knock it off!

Hitting me?

Dad! Dad!

Let her go!

Valera, we're just playing.

Hang on, Valera.

May I come in?

- Hello.

- Hello.

I'd like to talk to you. May I?

Don't you recognize me?

Well... Remember, at night...

- You came with the police...

- Oh yes.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Do come in.

I'm Kostya Strizhak's mother.

The thing is...

I came to you for help.

I don't know how to start...

- Valera, go play!

- Mum, please!

Go!

- Have a seat.

- Thank you.

I know it's not appropriate to justify...

Well...

You see... Kostya...

He is the injured party here,

if I may say so.

Is he?

I thought I'm the injured party.

But it's over for you.

Your suffering...

Besides, one cannot change it now.

I mean, you sure have suffered...

Very much... I understand that.

But neither court nor jail awaits you.

I'm talking as mother now.

It's not Kostya's fault at all.

I mean, it is, but...

... only partially.

Because he's got a weak character.

Vera! Vera! Valera! Come here!

- Mum!

- What do you want?

I'll go outside, ok?

Stay!

Mum, please...

- Go. Let him go.

- Be back in half an hour.

It's very cosy at your place.

And you've not nice shelves.

Have you made them yourself?

I can procure books for you if you want.

Shukshin maybe?

Just tell me what you want.

I've got...

Maybe some medicine or a doctor...

I've got friends doctors.

Just tell me, please.

And what do you want?

Me?

I want my son to stay with me.

How can I explain this to you?

It's up to court to decide.

No, it's up to you to decide.

My lawyer told me.

I've hired a lawyer.

It depends on your testimony.

There were no witnesses,

and Belikov will do anything.

- He'll slander my boy...

- Your boy kicked me.

It's not true. You couldn't

have seen it clearly in the dark.

I didn't need to.

I felt it alright.

I understand that you

don't care who or what now.

I understand they are all

the same to you now. It's understandable.

Well, since you understand...

Why are you saying all this to me?

Your son will get what he deserves.

Rest assured.

Stop nagging me. Enough.

Alright then, it's up to you.

As you like.

But your testimony is not everything.

Frankly speaking, I thought

that, as parents...

you would understand...

You've got a son too.

He'll grow up too.

God forbid...

Don't worry.

I'll punish him with my own hands...

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