Na kray sveta

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THE EDGE:

Siberia, September 1945, KRAI -

one of the GULAG labour outposts

Where's the commander's office?

Lenin Strasse 3.

Over that way.

What a f***ing welcome!

Everyone's at work!

What about you?

I'm in charge of the music.

So you've been posted here

as head mechanic.

Suits me, you can be my right hand man.

Lost my arm in '43.

How many trains do you have here?

One - an 'AU' model.

And there's one

from another village.

I'll take the 'AU' then.

No you won't!

Says here you're banned

from driving trains.

If you don't give me the train,

I'll just move on.

There's nowhere else to go...

This lot are all traitors.

A rotten bunch.

They were relocated here

from the German camps.

Who knows what they did

with the Fascists...

...maybe bombs intended for Moscow.

You - you're one of kind in these parts!

- What 'kind' is that?

- A war hero! A winner!

- What about you?

- I'm in charge here.

I make them see the error of their ways!

They were all sent here

before the war ended

for 'correction'.

This isn't a camp though.

We've no guards. No need -

nowhere else to go!

Fomich! Fomich!

Signed those papers for me?

What?

The request for extra rations

for my little Pasha?

What are you shouting at me for?

Don't call me 'Fomich',

call me 'Citizen Kolivanov.'

I'm sick of you and your

signature requests.

Slow down! Stop!

Here! Give that to her.

Hello!

So then, war hero? You ready

to be my right hand?

Why didn't you close the pressure

valve, eh? Engine driver!

That's enough, Stepan! Hand it over.

We need someone we can trust in here.

Throw some more coal on!

Who's in charge?

Comrade Stalin!

He spent the entire war

arse-licking the Germans.

- The Estonian bastard!

- I'm a Lithuanian bastard.

Well?...

What' your name?

Butkus.

You ever check this?

The suspension's all rusted.

Buktus!

What kind of f***ing mechanic

are you?

(In German) I put this engine together

from scratch... I...

Learn Russian!

Stop working!

Our ''new boss''

will finish the rest!

Stop! I said stop!

Where are you pushing that?

Let's go.

HURRAY!!! VICTORY!!!

Follow my finger. Dizzy?

You lost consciousness.

Collapsed in a fit.

Can't see sh*t now.

I see everything.

- Ever had concussed?

- Twice.

You stink of home-made alcohol.

Disinfectant.

Home-brew's useful

for almost everything.

In hospital, they gave me

morphine for the pain.

Want some more?

If Hitler had knocked back

a few shots of home-brew in 1941,

maybe he'd never have

started the war against us.

He'd have woken up in his bunker

next to his woman

with a hell of a hangover

and thought,

''Who needs a f***ing war?!

Who gives a sh*t about the Jews?!''

Here's some 'morphine'...

and something to help it down.

- Krasnoselskiy?!

- Here.

Golovina! Where's Golovina?

We thought she's having

a lie-in at your place!

Your Golovina ran away!

She'd have to go the length

of the Taiga to run away.

Not enough real men here so she

went off with the bear, Fomich...

I mean Citizen Kolivanov!

You just wait!

All of you just wait.

Fishman will be here soon; he'll

give you something to laugh about.

- Efremov! Have you dozed off again?

- Here!

Here's what you asked for.

And some home-brew! Half a bottle.

Why only half?

I had a tiny, tiny drop.

Oh! It's German!

Couldn't you find a decent one anywhere?

It's the best one in these parts.

Those are nice flowers in your pot.

What are you staring at?

You asking me out on a date?

I'm not so sure, my mama mightn't like it.

Karlusha! Come back here!

She's got a nerve bringing him in here.

So where's your mama then?

Funny. Come on.

We're new here, haven't settled in yet.

My little Pasha's woken up.

Sit down, come in.

I have to tie him to the table

so he won't crawl away.

Come on, wake up.

He still doesn't want to speak,

but he can walk.

Put the pot down. Where did I put it?

Here!

He gets sick a lot, so the medic

gave me this to help him.

I'm the only one with a child, that is

why they gave me a separate room.

Pashka, what are you doing?

Come here. He likes biting.

He likes biting. He'd be better

off learning to speak!

Sit down. What's your name?

- Ignat.

- That's a beautiful name.

I'm Sofie, that's what my employers

in Germany called me.

I worked as a servant near Potsdam.

I'm not from the camps.

See, no number!

Pasha was born there.

Here, eat, eat.

I fell in love there...

Let's drink.

What's wrong with you?

Must have been difficult being

'under' the Germans?

Get out!

I'm not going anywhere.

How do you put up with it?

First he takes your train, then your Sofia.

Let's say I chickened out!

Bastard!

What's wrong?

- Is it that long since you've been

with a woman? - That long.

Don't worry. That's not important.

Touch me. Touch me like this, and this.

Like that. Like that. Kiss me.

Kiss me. Like that, come on.

Come on, lick me, suck.

Like that, and like that.

Look at me. Look. You're so good.

Gnasha-Gnasha, and you

said you were concussed!

Wait. Is the rope secure?

Come on girls, grab it!

- Tonya, don't drop your end.

- F*** off!

When you grow balls enough to be the boss,

you can give the orders!

Balls? All he does in bed is sleep!

And snore.

Don't be jealous!!

Enough chit-chat! Get a move on!

We have to wait for the other train to pass.

Switch the tracks.

And go in the wrong direction?

We'll just go with the flow.

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