George Garrett: A Stoker with Punch

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bA STOKER/b

Why do you cough so much, major?

It's because of carbon.

Still writing your novel?

Hi, sargeant!

And you, are you still shooting?

Look, major.

The first guy, the businessman,

he contracted a killing of his friends.

they died, the killer was arrested,

and the bastard bought himself out.

I couldn't leave it like that.

And the other one, like that son of a b*tch Hajlak,

is killing people for money.

Or actually he killed them.

First he borrowed money from suckers

and then he killed them.

He bought all the cops.

You're doing a good job.

And I've been writing a book

for a couple of years in a boiler house

about people like those,

you're fighting with.

C'mon.

You've done lots of good at war.

I brought you paper.

Thanks.

What did you write today?

Hajlak...

Hajlak hiding in bush,

tried to sneak up to Irmina.

But she managed to escape

She was faster and he couldn't catch her.

Why her name is Irmina?

It's not a Yakhuts name.

She was baptized that way.

The pope gave her new, orthodox name.

And her husband was named Vasiliy.

Actually her name was Keremes,

and her husbands' Habjik.

- Do you have a lot to write yet?

- A lot.

We're off.

Ok, major.

Time to go.

Remember how we got drunk

with Massandra wine in Kabul?

We stole it from a plane.

No, I don't.

OK.

good luck.

Greetings to your daughter.

And when I killed Chan in 1986,

don't you remember?

Yeah?

/Sasha?!

- Hi, mum.

/- Can you hear me?

Don't shout.

What happened?

/how's father?

What you mean?

He's writing a book.

/- What book?

- Still the same one.

I told you dozen times,

that before the Afghan war he read

the Shereshevsky book.

There was a story "Hajlak" in it.

He was so shaken after he got wounded

that he's been writing the short story since.

He bought an old typewriter somewhere.

He throws in coal and he's writing.

/Is he writing now?

He is.

I got shoes as a birthday gift from him.

They're nice but out of fashion.

Even crappy.

/Sasha, visit him, please.

I will, I will.

Don't push me, mum.

/Does he live there?

Yes.

He can't stay at my place.

/But it's your father.

It's cold today.

I don't want to catch flu.

What's the weather out there in Detroit?

/Nice.

/Don't forget about him.

I won't.

I started my own business

and I met a guy.

/Russian?

Oh yes.

A real man.

But he doesn't say a word.

We're in Love.

Maybe we'll get married soon.

Uncle, can me and Vera

watch the fire?

Good morning, Lena.

Come closer.

So you are Vera?

Who's your father?

Her dad is an airforce colonel.

Ok, you can wath fire now.

Is this stoker a good man?

Very good, but weird.

Uncle, tell us about bad people.

There are lots of them.

I told you about a Russian rouge

who despised Yakuts?

I'm writing a book about him.

Or about Yakuts he lived at,

to be precise.

Vera, my uncle is Yakut

A Sovet hero.

Before the revolution

murderers and thugs were settled among Yakuts

after they served the sentence.

Yakuts were considered a small nation.

They had to feed the convict sentenced to hard labour.

The latter were called Haylaks.

Hello.

Who?

Hi, hi.

They opressed the Yakut nation, like all Russians did.

He beat the landlord,

and tortured his wife,

and despised the Knyaz, who was afraid of him.

What happened next?

I didn't write it yet.

I tell you when I finish the novel.

Uncle, who are those people?

They are...

They're bad people.

Now go home, quick.

Tell me, Bison...

You're a nice guy

and you f*** well,

but why are you mute?

My father said that you are mute

since war.

Maybe he lies...

Maybe someone hit you in the head,

like that stoker.

But you didn't fight.

you were a coder behind a front line.

You're not allowed to speak there?

Good morning.

Ivan Matveyevitch Skryabin.

- Profession?

- Stoker.

Stokers are paid tomorrow.

I've been waiting for my salary for 2 months now.

Mum called.

She sends her regards.

She said there's nice weather in Detroit.

Dad...

I met a man.

We might get married.

Russian?

Yes.

But he's a good man.

But he's like mute.

It's good.

Dad, give me some money.

Not enough.

I haven't got my salary.

It's coming tomorrow.

Daughter...

Go now.

- Who is it?

- it's me, Masha.

Come in.

Take the cognac, I will add to the stove.

I'm a stoker's daughter, aren't I?

- I got them from my mum.

- Nice.

I've got a good news.

New leather is coming.

But I run out of money.

We spent all on fur,

and they don't sell well.

I owe the tailor for last month.

My father works in the boiler room.

He gives me all the money he's got.

Look at the shoes he bought me.

I like this artist.

Maybe we can go to his concert?

He's coming here, I saw a poster.

Why not.

Andrey Sergeevich, you've got a guest.

Let him in.

I'm grateful for your help,

Fyodor Alekseevich,

but I must ask you for something else.

Actually it's nothing special.

You must do away with someone.

And tell the militia that he stole my money

and left the town.

Actually it was like that.

But in reality he's my business partner.

I've just learnt he's going to open

his own business, stealing from me.

And it's not fair, is it?

He's got two bodyguards,

experienced commandos.

One of them fought two wars and in Africa.

Not an easy target.

That's why we need a sniper.

I know you know some.

The guy is cautious.

First the bodyguard leaves the building,

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