You and I

Do you love me indeed?

I love you very much.

You are beautiful.

Lesson 7.

Part 1.

What is your name?

My name is Peter.

Hey, Lana Lana.

My name is Vadim

I am 21 years old.

I'm sexy beast.

Shut up!

Lana, come with us

I'm having a pool party

at my place.

No. Every day you ask me

the same thing.

Get over it!

Come on. I've got the new

Loving You," Dance Dance Dance.

Revolution Ultra Mix 4

on my X-Box.

What a douchebag

ever.

Now it's her turn to bug me.

Why are you so hard on him?

Mama.

His father could

get you a good job

I'll do it myself.

I want to do it myself.

And you think you'll find

a job in Moscow?

Over the weekend?

With a friend you met on the computer?

I don't know. Yes.

- Maybe.

- Oh, God, Lana.

Swim with the tide.

Otherwise, God knows

what'll happen with you.

Words that aren't Russian

take me away

from this shitty place.

Little people break to China,

little people fall to pieces,

ugly, pretty, major, minor,

shoot to kill nobody misses.

Prison labor.

Every day my mother tells me

how lucky we are

we are not like them.

We have jobs We are free.

There is one difference

between me and them.

I can go to Moscow

I was born here.

In this town

my choice is simple

work in the slaughterhouse

or sleep with Vadim.

I hate this place.

This place sucks.

A**hole.

Yes, Janie?

So where is she now?

More lies about

being stuck in traffic

I'm stuck in traffic.

Is Moscow.

Oh look, the b*tch got

a new Porsche.

F*** off.

Why do you always

have to be late?

Every day you're late.

Okay, so what were

you really doing?

The smell of pig never

leaves my clothes.

When I become a model

I'll bathe in perfume.

Make me a star, Edward.

You stole my pills again

I did not.

Get out of my room.

Then why do pills

show up in dry-cleaning?

Because you were too high

to remember where you left them.

- Your dry-cleaning.

- I didn't steal your stupid pills.

Now get out of my room.

Absolutely impossible

to deal with that brat.

Stupid b*tch thinks I'm

a pill freak just like her.

F*** everything.

Except t. A.T.u.

They're nihilists.

Beautiful nihilists.

We're meeting them after

the concert, I swear.

What is

nihilist?

So we can do anything.

See you tomorrow.

Dad, I'm so over your

never-ending business trips,

being forced to live

in this place

and always feeling so alone.

B*tch

Lana, hello.

Lana, where are you?

No, I can't hear you Lana?

Lana.

- Hello.

- Hey, are you here?

What platform are you on?

Okay, yeah.

Hold on

I don't know if I can...

okay, I see you.

Lana!

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm so glad you're here.

Let's take a picture.

First one of us together.

You should take it.

Your arms are longer.

- That button right there.

- Okay.

Okay.

Smile.

So what should we do?

We can go back to my place

but my step monster's

probably gonna be there.

Can we walk?

I really want to see Moscow.

No, Lana, you can't walk.

Moscow is so big

I mean it takes like a month

just to cross the street.

You know, Janie,

in Moscow all dreams come true

I feel it.

Dick head!

What?

Bill?

I'm loving the photo

you have send.

I send you photo of me

at beach of...

Dima, question.

What's a good beach in Russia?

Oh, not the Black Sea

Something sexy.

Sochi?

Are you sure?

Sounds like a lavatory cleaner.

Okay, Sochi it is then

Thank you, bye bye.

You butt plug.

Also with visa is again problem.

Travel agent say to fix

will cost of $2,000

I'm sorry,

But can you send this amount?

Oh my big handsome Bill

I cannot wait

till you can hold me

in big strong arms

I am loving you so much.

Love Olga.

F***ing genius

I mean, people say

New York is tough,

but Moscow I think

is much worse.

Everybody so could,

Nobody ever smiles here.

If you smile too much

it means nothing.

In Russia you have

to earn smile.

Okay, like her.

How would you get her to smile?

Trade in dog for vibrator.

Ana? Ana?

Ana?

Good, the wicked witch is gone.

Come on, my room's down here.

This your mom?

Yeah.

She was very beautiful.

New iPod.

It's so small

I have all of t. A.T.u. 's

music on it too.

And Ani DiFranco CSS, and le Tigre.

- Everybody.

- All on this little thing?

- You are so lucky.

- I guess.

Stuff is just stuff.

Unless you don't have stuff.

Yeah.

You have your own bathroom.

Your room's so big.

Is this what you talk to me on?

Yeah, my dad got it

for me for my birthday.

He wasn't here,

but he's never really here.

Let's see how many hits we got.

- Sh*t, we didn't get any.

- Any what?

Um, I took one of your poems,

I made it into a song

and I posted it on YouTube.

Look.

Little people break like China.

Little people fall to pieces.

Ugly, pretty, major, minor.

Shoot to kill.

- This is what I send you?

- Yeah.

It's cool, rig ht?

- I know why we have no hits.

- Why?

You sing like squeaky brakes

on Russian train.

B*tch.

Okay here, let's see

what you can do.

Record here.

There's the lyrics.

Night.

Little shadows run, night.

We can be as one, time.

Some kiss and tell, time.

We can live as one, love.

It's an exercise in.

Always telling lies in.

Always breaking hearts in.

Changing body parts.

Little people break like China.

Little people fall to pieces.

Ugly, pretty, major, minor.

Shoot and kill now.

Um, this is my friend Lana

Lana, this is my stepmom.

Janie has no respect

for her parents.

Maybe you can teach her

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