Legenda No. 17 Page #4

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He is a great man.

Yeah... You talked to him already...

And what happened...

Look, Gus, he saw you playing.

Now he values me, so he won't say no.

Hey, finally you are on leave.

Just try your luck, who knows.

- Wow!

- Gus, get my bag as well.

Come on, Gus!

Hey, Vikulov, why the hell

are you lying there?

Move, move, semi-products!

Move! Stay tight!

Anatoli Vladimirovich,

it is not really right, you know.

As soon as someone from another

club shows his worth...

he's immediately taken to CSKA.

- Look, what you want from me?

- I personally do not want anything from you.

While the Hockey Federation is worried

about your strange approach to team building.

I am not going to discuss my approaches

with anyone at all.

You know what? Please do not distract me from the

training session with your talks about your chicken Federation.

- Excuse me? You said chicken Federation?

- Yes.

- You want me to report that?

- Yeah, please do.

OK. Good bye.

Anatoli Vladimirovich, good afternoon!

Oh, Chebarkul.

Anatoli Vladimirovich, I'm not alone.

I'm with Gus, I mean with Guskov.

We... we always play together.

He assists me, I score.

- Well, you saw everything yourself.

- What exactly?

- How he plays.

Well, maybe you can take him? Cos' you know

it will be strange me in CSKA, he's in Chebarkul.

You? In CSKA? Yeah...

That's indeed total nonsense.

Nonsense? Why?

Nothing is decided about you yet.

Come tomorrow, let's try to figure it out.

Wait, I came from Chebarkul,

you yourself called me up.

I left the team, you know.

Young man, if you left something

important there in Chebarkul...

you obviously should go back there.

At what time do the training sessions

start over there?

Well, at about 11 a.m.

Good. You can make it by a plane.

If you stay though, come tomorrow at 7 a.m.

- Need help, Dad?

- No, son, don't you worry.

So, my nephew now plays in the

Central Sports Club of the Army?

Yeah, Tarasov himself called him up.

Tarasov!

Well, even with Tarasov...

they'll never win against Canada.

Valera? Why is your bag unpacked?

- Nothing is certain yet.

- Let me talk to your Tarasov.

No, Mum, no.

Once we will watch on this very TV set...

how Valera plays in the National team.

Right, son?

Hands up, put your hands up, a**holes!

You should treat the stick

as if it's your girlfriend.

Move! Quicker!

Come on!

It is not hard!

Quicker! Quicker!

Anatoli Vladimirovich,

how about us?

You watch.

- We did already.

- Watch more.

People pay 3 rubles to see CSKA.

Well, at least he is not sending us

back to Chebarkul.

Ow, careful, don't kill your coach.

He's just putting us in the pillory.

We'll stay on the sidelines for good.

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