Loveless

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- Guys! Wait for me!

- They're here, to check the flat.

Clean your mess.

- Hello!

- Good evening. - Please come in.

- I'll give the shoe-covers right away.

- No no, please, for heaven's sake.

- It's a nice district here.

Good ecology.

There will be a new metro station soon,

and a mall is nearby.

- A church was build there recently.

- A church is good.

What about the neighbours?

- They're calm.

- Why do you sell the flat?

- We're divorcing.

- Oh... I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- Alright, what's there?

- Here's a bathroom.

- Mhm.

- And a toilet there.

- And what's here?

- It's a bedroom.

- How many square meters?

- And here?

- A living room.

- How many square meters over here?

-25?

- What's next?

- Well... Here we have a children-room.

- I see.

- Say hello to the people!

- Hello.

- He's 12 but what a wild-man.

- You've got a real man here, what do you want.

- A real man... He starts crying at a hint of a problem.

- Well mom...

- Don't "well" me, how many times must I repeat this!

- Can you remind the overall amount

of square meters?

-85,4.

- Right.

- Mm, I see.

[Speech from a TV talk-show, talking about relations]

- Hi.

Resitng?

- What do you care, anyways?

- Just.

So? Did they come?

- They said they'll think.

- I see.

- And what about you?

Have you thought?

- About what?

- What do you mean? You're the mother.

- I'm so tired of you...

- He really needs a mother.

- At this age he needs a father more.

On the other hand,

knowing what kind of father you are...

He likes it in the kids' camp,

he'll like it in the boarding school as well. Very similar.

He'll join the army one day,

so why not start getting used to.

And what did you want?

You wanted it to be the usual way?

You hit it and quit it, you shit here, shit there,

and she'll clean up the mess, right?

No no, it won't happen that way.

I'm gonna move on as well.

Heard of equality?

- Do you even understand that they'll get us?

Who's gonna get you?

You yourself can get anybody.

- Juvenals.

Social workers, I don't know, some child psychologists...

F*ckin ombudsmen!

- Then keep him, don't torture yourself.

- You'll have more problems, you're the mother!

- You decided to care about me?

Oh thank you.

Juvenals...

Juvenals will be only too happy.

It's like saving a newborn out of a fire.

House's burnt, family's burnt, and a baby got saved.

Ombudsman's act of bravery.

- Well maybe... We should talk with your mother again?

- Talk to yours, in some spiritual sance.

I've talked to mine already,

I don't want to do it again, thank you.

- And the "Beard" is gonna discover...

- Oh now I get it!

How stupid I was to think

that you're worrying about the kid!

How funny would it be if you get fired

from your precious work, huh?

Naturally, after having sent his own son

to an orphanage!

That's so un-Christian, so un-Orthodox, right?

The "Beard" won't approve, right?

Oh my, oh my... What are you gonna do?

That's when I'll be laughing at you...

- Enough!

- Look how decisive he is!

- What?

What are you looking at?

Stop gritting your teeth.

- You pss me off so much.

- Bastard.

- So when are we gonna tell him about it?

- We?

What do you mean "we"?

You're gonna tell!

Yeah, you'll tell whenever you want,

if you want you can wake him up now and tell!

Come on! Go ahead.

Bastard.

Enough, stop it, don't talk anymore to me about it.

Don't talk to me at all!

I can't stand you anymore, literally!

Move out already, how long can you be waiting!

If you're so greedy, I can hire the loaders for you!

So that they move away your goddamned junk.

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