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Hear ye, hear ye,

villeins and damsels,

half-breeds

and hash-smokers,

fall at my feet,

for I have found us

a keep, nay, a castle,

what says he?

A f***ing apartment!

- What?

- 5 bedrooms, top floor,

balcony, open kitchen,

huge living room, elevator,

can you beat that?

Vadim, why shake your head?

It'll cost a fortune!

The sweet sound of the killjoy

who ruins the mood.

I'm not. But I can't pay 2000 euros.

You won't! How much can you pay?

We said 500.

You know what?

You each pay 500.

That makes 2000.

Trust me, I'll pay the rest.

And we'll finally

have a place to share!

My lunch!

Tornado!

Nice molding.

Yes... molding...

It's molding.

He'll be here any minute.

He's a little late.

Sh*t, I overslept!

Perfect. Sorry again for being late.

Tough surgery this morning,

I had to pitch in.

That's hospitals! The beeper going,

the gurney breaks,

the EKG won't start,

a tough morning in ER.

Never mind.

I'll stop.

Your application

was very weak, but...

But I know your father well,

so I bent the rules.

Thanks, that's very kind.

Moreover,

are you aware

the lease is in your name?

I know. That won't be a problem.

Well then, let's sign.

The signature!

Where do I sign?

There... and there.

Fine.

- The keys.

- Right, the keys.

So, did we do it or didn't we?

We sure did it!

I hope it's cool. I gave up my flat.

What wouldn't be cool?

We have the keys.

The place is sensational.

You're a damn genius.

In fact, we got you a gift.

Honestly?

"Sam's treat."

Funny, isn't it?

Pretty cool.

Thanks so much.

You treat us.

Let's tie one on tonight. I'm ready!

Not tonight. Dad's birthday tomorrow.

And rehearsal.

Not helping us move?

Sure, but tonight

I gotta take it easy.

There, that's better.

That's better.

I've been to lots of doctors

for my problem.

They've found nothing.

Here,

I'll show you

Not only does it itch,

but it keeps oozing pus.

- Look!

- I'm looking.

Holy cow!

I saw, I see.

What is it?

I see. You've got a fagnus.

What's a fagnus?

A little like eczema.

But yours has pus.

You have the kind with pus.

It's a real bother!

Sure it's a bother,

for everyone.

Check her out, man!

The concierge's daughter.

She's eying me.

Every time I go by.

She's not my type.

You have a type?

I kinda like her.

Cut the racket!

Sorry for moving in.

That's not my problem.

I've got my eye on you.

It's forbidden to use the elevator.

Sure. Out of the way.

Go piss on your hands, you mutt!

Take it easy, Jules.

You p*ssy out in a second.

- But don't...

- I will!

He'll hassle us.

Down you go!

- What're you doing?

- What?

What if someone walks in?

I dunno, we tell 'em.

We can't hide

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