Siberia Page #2

[knocking at door]

[spitting]

Try.

Mmm...

These are delicious.

Mm-hmm.

My brother's wife.

She is not good for much,

but she is good for this.

What would you do if I

asked you to sleep with me?

Now?

Mm-hmm.

I'd say...

[clearing throat]

...with the most

possible regret,

that I need to go find someone,

that it's very urgent.

Your mysterious Pyotr?

His brother, Andrei.

Are you asking?

He thinks it's something

that has already happened,

which means everyone else

will soon think this, too.

So, why shouldn't I make it so?

That's not the best

come-on I've ever heard.

Where's your friend's brother?

At the mine.

I want to catch him

when he comes off his shift.

I will take you.

And then, if we still

don't hate each other,

we come back here.

Agreed?

You're very forward.

You find this unappealing?

Quite the contrary.

[buzzer sounding]

For God's sake. Not here.

Follow in your car.

He flew in yesterday.

Then left again immediately.

Because?

Samsonov's men.

They were here,

looking for him.

Who the f*** is Samsonov?

Pyotr didn't tell you?

A bad man.

Smuggling, drugs, prostitution.

He and his men,

they are former

Spetsnaz members.

You know Spetsnaz?

Special forces?

Why are they looking for Pyotr?

Pyotr sold Samsonov

some diamonds, blue diamonds.

My diamonds?

Fakes.

The f***

are you talking about?

He thought it was good way

to double the money.

Samsonov wouldn't

know they weren't real.

They were treated.

It's interesting.

You take diamonds...

I know what

treated means, Andrei.

Not like this.

Very high quality.

New technique.

Anyways,

here is my number.

It is secure.

A friend of your wife?

That supposed

to mean something?

[car engine starting]

[Russian man]

Hello.

It's Lucas Hill.

How soon can we be airborne?

Good morning Mr. Hill.

No flying today, nor tomorrow.

Maybe, God willing, day after.

I don't have time to play this.

Just tell me who I need to pay.

Who controls the weather?

What?

You want to fly today?

Find the man who

controls the weather.

[horn honking]

That's who you need to pay.

What's wrong with the weather?

In Mirny, there is

very little that is not wrong.

[engine starting]

I do not need to

know what that was about.

But if you are some sort of spy,

I will not be happy.

I'm not a spy.

So, how you say in English?

Good news, bad news?

Which do you want first?

I've had enough

bad for the moment.

Give me the good.

I do not hate you yet.

And the bad?

Your not-spying

took too much time.

I need to go open the cafe.

You're not disappointed?

[chuckling]

Of course I'm disappointed.

[wind gusting in distance]

How long this time?

There and back,

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