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a Russian hockey player in Chicago?

He had some difficulties

with the Ukrainian Mafia.

If you asked, Valentin,

everything is all right.

We are getting involved

in a big operation.

You are interested in diamonds

I am interested in the NHL.

It should not concern

our new agreement.

We should be looking out

for each other.

I'll pick you up

at the "Metropol" hotel at 6.

Take Mr. Mennis to the hotel.

Get me Chief of security!

Quickly!

Still asleep? It's already

You pick up Kostya,

I'll come at 7.

- OK?

- OK. Over and out.

Brake with your legs, not with

your head, shitass.

There are too many freaks. They buy

cars and driving licenses

but they can't actually drive.

Where are you going?

You a**hole!

You should be driving a road-roller.

Where do they get their money?

They probably buy it as well!

A country of sheep and goats!

You vote for a thin guy, and

in a year you're watching

some arse-faced hog on TV

who tells you how to live.

- Where?

- Turn right behind that building.

That's the Taganka Theater!

Behind that building indeed.

There were fewer halfwits

in my generation.

Can't you tell red from green,

you cow?

Green means 'go', red means 'stop'!

They used to be sensible people

and suddenly they all turned

into cretins. Paradox.

Sound the horn.

That's not a boat...

That'll be 66 rubles.

- Wait a minute, I'll get my friend.

- Even women never wait for such morons.

Police.

It's a murder. 7 Khokhlovsky Lane,

apartment 4.

It's Konstantin Gromov.

Found by Danila Bagrov.

Waiting.

Ilya, Kostya's been killed.

Don't call on his cellular phone.

Wait at the museum.

Chief, put

the beds down.

Gimme a cigarette.

Hey, blockhead, gimme a light.

You deaf, shithead?

You hear what the guv said?

So, you were planning to enter

an institute.

You came to check out

the access courses.

And you didn't know

about the registration? Right?

Can't you read it?

I can hold you for another

three days.

Do you really want it?

- Why did you beat them up?

- They asked for it. I want my Discman back.

Nikolaevsky Bank. Founders:

Belkin Valentin Edgarovich.

Child:
Belkin Fedya.

Studies at Nikolaevsky School.

We need guns.

Hello, Fascist. It's Ilya.

We need trophies of war.

OK.

- Heil Hitler.

- Hi.

- Who's he?

- One of our own.

A brother to your own,

for better or for worse. '

It's a popular fascist saying.

- I'm Fascist.

- Danila.

- Are you German?

- Russian.

- Actually my Granddad was killed in the war.

- It happens.

What can I offer you, gentlemen?

Five MPs -

four 40s, and a 38.

Everything is checked.

With full ammunition.

Here are anti-personnel

fragmentation grenades.

They sometimes misfire.

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