Sibir, Monamur

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Klyk! [Russian for 'fang']

You stupid, stupid dog...!

When Dad comes back

you're gonna live with us.

But for now...

Grandfather won't permit it.

Little madcap!

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,

have mercy on me sinner.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Feeding this stray again?

It's gonna bite you

to death some day.

It's Klyk, he won't bite.

He's clever.

They've exterminated

everything in the woods...

the plague dogs.

Soon... they're gonna eat us, too.

Forgive me, Lord.

Have you prayed today?

But Grandpa...

Want to be roasted in Hell?

Eh?

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

Who brings me the bad marks?

No one.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Alright, go back home to Mom.

- Mommy, what the hell is it?

- I ain't no Mommy to you.

Anyuta! - You mean they have

no grass and no hay over there?

How long shall I have

to tolerate all this?

What's in the poke?

If they like to live alone

in the taiga, let them!

But you won't supply them with food

from my house. We have our own kids.

What are you staring at?

Ungear!

- So, let them starve over there?

- So be it.

Grandpa!

- He did not come?

- No.

Yet, he promised

that he'd come yesterday.

Grandpa... Let me go hunting?

You can't get anything at all.

Watch where you're going.

The goat can be

slaughtered for meat.

What are you staring at?

Come on, wicked, go fatten up!

Don't swear.

Come on...

You should learn a new prayer.

You're gonna say prayers

for your late mother.

Let her rest for ever and ever...

while her soul groans.

You say it yourself!

Breakfast's on the table!

Come on, have your meal.

- Daddy, when will Lyosha come?

- None of your business.

We can decide without you.

Stop it.

Sit down and eat at the table.

So, will the old one and Lyoshka

live with us?

Dad and I decided that Dad

would no longer go to Grandpa.

And how will they

survive the winter?

Keep eating.

The winter?

If he wants to live there all

alone in the woods, let him.

He's not a baby for us

to drag back here.

Grandpa, tell me, is it true

that Daddy left me alone?

Close your eyes.

Get up.

Your father is a special agent.

When your mother died...

he joined the forces.

He is on a recon mission now.

He's the bravest of them all.

They can't do it without him,

no way.

No way?

Come on, my dear.

Come on.

Where to?

Where are you going...

so early?

East Overshoe.

Giddap! Come on, get moving.

Move, wicked!

Move, lazy!

The rifle! You forgot your rifle!

Whoa!

How much longer to watch

your pathetic ass?

- Good day.

- h! Hello, the Armed Forces of Russia.

Well, not that much armed indeed. Just

a little. Right against the bad boys...

- Alexander Sergeyevich.

- Yura.

Yura?

Turn off the engine.

...damn navigator!

- Yura? Are you from this place?

- Why, don't I look like a local?

I am local. Ha-ha.

Give me a map.

He says he's local too.

I already spent half a day

in the woods with him.

Yura...

we need to go to town.

So what the heck

are you doing here?

You needed to pass there!

To Grosnoye Forestry.

- Shall we drink as friends?

- Do you really have some?

Clearly I do. Let's sit down?

I had it too much...

and we have no time yet.

Well...

Hey!

Good.

Now I'd like a woman.

Haha-ha.

How far to town? - Well, Sergeich,

it depends how fast you are!

What do you need in town?

Well, in town...

Yuri Palych...

Yuri Palych?

Shall we have one more?

Do you make this booze yourself?

I do. Myself... With God's help.

Well, Yuri Palych,

I've been transferred from the Caucasus

to Siberia, here to your area.

It's all the same f***ing booze

both there... and here.

But with yours...

it cannot be compared.

Right, clearly.

Close the f***ing hood!

He shows me that he's busy

all the time.

Greenass, he was taught well.

Listen, why not

invite him along?

We must be human, eh?

Right, call him here.

Hey, sonny! Come on here.

Sit down and drink with us.

- I am not allowed to.

- Come on and drink...

You see, this man invites you.

Comrade Captain, permission to speak?

Well?

We'll be late.You know him yourself,

that Comrade Subcolonel, he's...

Subcolonel...

Dirtbag, that's what he is!

All his life sitting in this hole.

That rat's sending me,

a veteran officer,

to bring him a whore from town.

Rubbish.

Then Dad said:

'Well, I'll go into recon!'

Because they were all afraid.

But not him.

He was never afraid...

and he went in the vanguard,

while others drank vodka and

were waiting for him to return.

Only Grandpa does not drink,

because his God does not allow him.

When Dad returns, I'll tell him to

let Grandpa live alone. I'm sick of him.

Lyoshka!

Lyoshka!

Grandpa Ivan?

Are you all dead here, or what?

I've been knocking on the door...

Tell Lyoshka to bring Vesnukha

to the yard, damn it.

I will.

Go.

Oops!

Enough I said!

Dish washing is what you do better.

That's it, we close.

Finish! We're closing!

You hear?

Closing.

Go home to sleep.

Got a problem?

Schmuck.

Hey, commander!

You got fresh, or what?

Like you own the place?

F***ing good?

Zheleznjak, do we have more dough?

See here.

They are all around us

in every hole, bastards.

Even here.

No, Comrade Captain. Empty.

We're penniless...

Not even enough for a whore.

Do not cry, soldier,

we'll get a whore for free.

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