Batalon Page #2

- Aye!

Mariya Leontiyevna!

The general arrived. He wants to see you.

Come on!

Let's fill out the paperwork.

General.

Pending the recruitment for the women's battalion.

Commander Lieutenant Bochkareva.

At ease.

God would not give me a son.

This is all I can offer.

My daughter.

I will receive your report.

Ms. Senior Lieutenant,

The recruit Natalya Tatishcheva awaits her orders.

- Do you know how to shoot?

- I do.

I finished my training in summer camps.

I traveled with my father.

My maid Serafima Pluzhnikova

also knows how to shoot.

She must have already arrived here.

- Welcome to the battalion.

- Thank you!

This way, please.

Go!

I hope you know what you're doing.

Mariya Leontiyevna.

May God be with you.

- Miss...

- No more Miss. Cut it!

Sit down.

Attention!

At ease!

Everyone but the left wing

must turn their head to the left..

and line up with the shoes of

the fourth man next to you.

Attention!

What are you looking at?

How can I see anything

when her b*obs are this big?

Line up according to

the size of our breasts, Commander!

Silence!

Align with the tip of your shoes.

- Good morning, recruits!

- Good morning!

From now on I will be called

"Ms. Commander"!

This is my Deputy,

Lieutenant Seleznev.

These are the instructors.

Alexei Kolokolchikov and Yefim Zadorozhnyy.

They will train you..

and prepare you for the final test.

Because you are not yet a battalion,

but just ordinary women.

Therefore, I order you,

send home everything that

makes you look like a woman.

Whoever disobeys this order

will be expelled from the camp.

- I need soldiers. Is that clear?

- Yes, Ms. Commander!

Nyura! Come here!

Jew, get out of here!

Beat it, I said!

This is your bed.

Girls, look!

Look at you!

What are you doing?

B*tch!

Give me a break!

We didn't come here to quarrel.

Listen, Countess...

Stay in bed, okay?

We're all equal here.

Or don't you like to be with us?

Evdovkiya...

You're in charge here.

Restore order.

Dusya, look!

This bed would be great for you.

There's no draught here

and it's away from the door.

And you, Countess, you go there!

Am I right, Dusya?

Well...

Will we be divided into nobles and others

when we're in the trenches?

Listen, you snob...

I'm in charge.

So pack your your sh*t

and get out of here.

Okay, I'll go.

But you're not being honest.

You just want this bed

because it seems best.

Are you contradicting me?

- You will stand on a chair for two hours!

- I will not do it!

- What did you say?

- Punish her, Dusya!

Go ahead and try...

I heard everything.

We'll solve the problem.

You want that bed?

No problem.

You... go to that bed.

And you... go to that one.

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