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We gotta get off his radars.

- You said he's in prison.

- They let him out.

I'll hide at my uncle's in Taganrog.

Care for yourself and don't worry,

Bullet is warned.

That's it, see you.

I can bury you and your friends

right here. Do you believe me?

You'll pay for your impudence.

I own you now.

You'll work for me.

I'll get in touch in 2 days.

That's it for now.

Yeah?

That's the way.

- So, time to go?

- Guys, I'm not going.

He's insane.

He'll use us until he

decides we're expired.

Why are you so scared?

Why are you so scared?

The punch-up was the entry ticket.

Now we're part of the enterprise.

- In da house.

- "In da house"?

- Den, let's beat it.

- And where to?

Take your family along, smartass?

What did you think back then?

Come!

Just you!

You sh*t, I'll fix you anyway.

Hey there.

Sorry, I don't

give you my hand.

You'll see, in 3 days it flies.

You're a DJ?

Me and music

don't really click.

If I had a slightest talent,

I'd leave all this sh*t.

You'll work in clubs here locally.

Don't go elsewhere.

- Coffee, tea?

- No, thank you.

Igor, may I...

may I be straight?

Sure, straight is

the only way to talk.

Well.

This is just a misunderstanding.

Actually we were wrong,

and we are willing to pay.

Yeah?

How much can you offer?

I don't know.

What would you say?

Denis, look at me.

Do I look like a hooligan, a yobbo?

Why would I need your small change?

- See, we got into this by coincidence.

- Coincidence?

You knocked loud and

disrespectful on my door.

I simply opened the door,

and you came in by yourself.

Go and do your work now.

Case closed?

Good.

That's the way.

The Major. Our restless one.

- Lie down.

- What?

Down. Put your hands

behind the head and lie down.

Down, down.

Right.

Major, you arrive as if

it's your home.

What are you looking for here?

Your lost youth?

Got a new one, right?

You really attract those

young ones.

Be a bit more human,

and you'll attract them too.

I've got a proposal for you.

Leave for good, right now.

Take all your things and leave.

I live here, it's my birthplace.

I grew up here.

If you don't like me,

you simply leave yourself.

You'll not live here.

I will bury you.

Don't you think, Dudaitis,

it's all your fault?

You just blame me

so you feel better?

I'll bury you too, brat.

Unless you come to your senses.

That's how we live.

Why aren't you dancing?

What?

- You aren't dancing...

- How you mean?

Sitting alone, getting bored.

Either you can't dance,

or the music isn't right.

Can offer something

more romantic?

Den, someone's knocking.

What?

Give this to Steff,

the gay type at the Parus.

He must pay 10 grands.

What is it?

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