Battle of Warsaw 1920 Page #5

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Don't you understand?

The Red Army is supposed

to free the oppressed masses,

not to gang rape them.

What oppressed masses?

They're not doing the landlady?

No, the milkmaid.

A proletarian?

Motherfuckers.

Brave lads.

Eager to f***,

reluctant to fess up?

You don't recognize anyone?

How? I had the skirt over my face.

Who went first?

Who? You?

No, comrade Commissioner.

You?

No, comrade Commissioner.

You'll find out anyway. I did.

And you are...?

Ivanov, soldier.

Enemy of the people, you mean.

You'll be shot.

What for?

For... hostile activities.

Are you satisfied?

It doesn't make a difference.

No one will marry a dishonored girl.

Not even a widower or a cripple.

So that's how you see it?

Ivanov.

Yes, comrade?

If you marry her, I won't shoot you.

I'd rather be shot.

Why's that?

They'll kill me with laughter.

Will you?

He made his choice.

Comrade Dzerzhinsky used to say

that the ringleader...

must be eliminated.

Anyone who's first at anything

may be a threat to the Revolution.

That's why we execute the officers.

An army without commanders

is not an army.

And a nation without leaders

is not a nation.

Right?

Good evening, Alexandra.

You do recognize me?

What brings you here?

I take it you've already heard the news...

about your husband's treason.

I'm so sorry.

Treason? What do you mean?

So you didn't know?

He has joined the Bolsheviks.

He's alive?

He survived?

He did, which is most unfortunate.

You don't seem to appreciate

the gravity of the situation.

Should his treason be publicized,

you're likely to be fired and interned.

How so?

Unless...

a person of irrefutable reputation...

vouches for your innocence.

A person like yourself?

At your service.

Why would you do that?

Let's say I have a weakness for you.

Build up your strength with vitamins.

Good night.

Listen to me, doll.

Are you really so eager to be interned?

To be raped with a toilet brush

three times a day?

Think it over.

You'll find my card in the bouquet.

Our Tukhachevsky's a pure military genius.

The Poles think

that the track width difference...

makes it harder to supply

provisions and ammunition.

Meanwhile, twenty thousand

peasant wagons...

solve the problem.

We'll reach Warsaw in a few days.

Airplanes? Airplanes.

Airplanes.

Move it.

Farewell, comrade.

What?

I'm joining my people.

You? A communist?

You've cured me. Once for all.

You bastard.

It's empty. I counted the shots.

Sofia, give me the pistol.

Quick.

What...?

You b*tch.

Come on.

Come with me, quick.

Too late...

I...

my soul is sinful...

But wanted to live so much.

Death...

scared me so...

Light... a candle...

at the Holy Virgin's altar...

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