Dva Fyodora Page #5

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- Natasha is so pretty.

The hell she is.

So skinny and all.

- Her hair is lovely.

- Who cares.

What do you mean? Hair's important.

She's cast a spell over y'all

with her hair.

If you had hair like hers,

I'd marry you right away.

Are you gonna drink tea?

Fyodor!

Fyodor!

Are you asleep?

Why are you doing this?

I know you're awake.

So you're kicking me out, huh?

Want me gone?

Where can I go

if I love you both so much?

Silly.

How can I live without you?

I just can't.

It's like we had a fight.

We haven't even had a decent talk.

Maybe I am to blame.

When Fyodor's back, we'll talk it over

the three of us.

We can't have fights.

And we won't.

Go to sleep and don't say anything,

okay?

- Good morning!

- Good morning.

What's keeping you, brother?

Shake a leg.

- Just a sec. -How are you, Natasha?

- I'm ready!

Hurry up, Natasha dear!

There.

Fyodor, don't forget to polish your shoes.

Till they shine, you see.

Oh dammit. Haste, as they say,

makes waste.

Why are you so glum

so early in the morning?

- I'm almost done ironing.

- Busy beaver, huh.

- What's this?

- Do you like it?

- What is it for?

- Makes it easier.

So?

Hold on, Fyodor.

I can explain.

- What are you doing?

- Fyodor!

You idiot!

Train 3 is on track 12.

The next cut is the 14th.

- Well, so long.

- See you.

- Don't be a stranger. -Sure.

- Likewise.

Don't you wanna stay?

- Winter's coming.

- I must go, Gruff.

OK, lemme give you a boost.

Let's eat, then.

Natasha!

Have you been cleaning?

- What? -Can't find my gas mask container.

- Haven't touched it.

Okay.

- Where are you off to?

- It's almost dinnertime.

I'm gonna drop by Nikanorych's.

- Nikanorych, step out for a sec.

- Hello.

- Is the boy at your place?

- Nope. Why?

- No reason. -He must be at school.

Arseniy told us

about that fair.

They're presenting their plane.

- Dmitry, gimme the ball!

- Come on, Dmitry!

Mikhail, go home.

- So?

- What do you want from me?

- Where's Fyodor Jr.?

- I don't know.

- Arseniy, where's Fyodor?

- No idea.

- Feel like some ass whooping?

Where's Fyodor? -Not telling ya.

He's gone. For good. For Siberia,

where his aunt lives.

He's got no aunt, it's a lie!

My boy's missing. He's blond.

Short, snub-nosed a bit.

He says he's going to his aunt's.

Lt. Yevchenko on duty.

Hello. I see.

Okay.

- Last name?

- Karpenyuk.

Fyodor Karpenyuk.

- Fyodor Jr., right?

- Have you seen him?

I've heard of him.

That's what people call you:

The Two Fyodors.

He says he's off to see his aunt.

It's a lie, he's got no aunt.

Don't you worry,

we'll take care of it.

A bogie tank wagon on track 15...

Look closely!

Be on the lookout.

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