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Bye.

I was to see someone.

- We'll wait for Father.

- OK.

- Let's f***ing wait.

- Won't be long.

I wish. I'm sick and tired

of this slavery.

What about my clothes?

Hung out to dry.

Is the radio working?

Yes, it is.

Where the f*** is my backpack?

Go get it.

Get that bottle, too.

Border Station on channel one, over.

Border Station on channel one, over.

Border Station, this is Outpost, over.

Do you read me?

This is Outpost, over.

Janek!

Border Station! This is Outpost.

Anyone receiving?

Want a sip?

Well done.

- Vacation forced by Father, huh?

- Yeah, "child abuse".

Father- border guard, is it cool?

Used to be.

Son of a b*tch. Mountain cop!

A big moustache, a hat, a gun

at his side.

And an axe in his ass...

Anyway...

Aren't you afraid?

Of what?

It's a secluded area.

Take them off.

- I can help you...

- No need. Just remove them.

You have the key.

No.

Who has it then?

Father.

This is Outpost on channel one, over.

Dad!

Your generator conked out.

Relax.

Just take off my handcuffs,

I'll wash and get dressed,

we'll refuel the generator together

and I'll walk away.

I'll manage.

- Afraid?

- No.

You don't trust me.

It's not about trust.

What is it about then? Tell me.

Remove them and I'm off.

Uncuff me.

Come on!

Uncuff me.

Just do it.

Come on, kiddo!

Where's your snowmobile?

We came here on foot.

My ass! How?

Through the forest.

Wait a moment...

It's that you...

What about the generator?

Go check yourself.

Wait.

Hold on!

It hurts.

Russian?

Don't be afraid. I don't

mean you any harm.

I'll take you away from here.

Help!

Relax.

What happened here?

Who fired at you?

I don't know.

He promised to lead us across

the border.

He took our money.

Janek, Tomek, over.

Janek, Tomek, over!

I'll manage myself.

I'm not with them!

- ...that guy.

- I know.

- Why did you uncuff him?

- Piss off!

- We were to wait for Father.

- So we're waiting.

Let's get out of here.

And go where?

Down to the station.

I don't see the point.

- I mean it.

- I mean it too. Relax.

- He has a gun.

- So what?

You think he could hurt us?

He's sitting and mumbling something.

Everybody's f***ing nuts here.

His clothes are stained with blood.

Someone else's.

Are you coming or not?

- Where the hell?

- Up your ass.

You're not going anywhere.

Where are you off to?

Border station.

Dad's been out too long.

I'll go. I've radioed for help.

- The radio's not working.

- Help is on the way.

- Who told you that?

- None of your f***ing business.

I go, you stay, understand?

Was it his idea to go?

Why listen? He's just a kid.

- I'm not a kid.

- Oh, yeah?

- It's for your sake.

- We'll manage alone.

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