Sibir, Monamur Page #4

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Agree?

Look, you're coming with us. We'll

blow up that stinking roadhouse.

Everything's fair.

- You are hot, uncle... Shall I really go?

- Don't even hesitate, young lady!

Where do you want to go, chicken?

You want the whole company

to f*** you at once?

Too little fun here?

Captain, maybe you missed something?

- Goods must be paid.

- What? I guess you miss something.

Now I'll show you some precision

bombing. I'll blow this hut sky-high.

Hold it, Comrade Captain!

Comrade Captain, wait!

Moment...

There you go.

I really do not have more.

My mother sent me.

- Let her return my passport!

- Give it back to her!

You're finished... fool.

Whoa.

So we agreed, cossack?

You promised me your drawing.

Come on, bring it to me! Run!

I'll be back tomorrow, at dawn...

Hope you'll survive.

G!

Whoa...

They killed your son Matvey.

Stabbed him to death in a drunk fight.

G!

The plan of action is as follows:

You burst into the cafe, remove the safety

pin and shout "For the Motherland",

throw the grenade behind the bar, and get

out of the place if you want to live.

And what if there are

people in there?

- What people?

- Well... just people.

War is war, you know.

So what? Haven't changed your

mind? Come on!

We're gonna bust them,

Allah Akbar!

I have.

Well, it's up to you then.

Back home, private.

Behave modestly with those

people over there.

Give them the meat saying:

"this is from Grandfather".

Never grab the food first at the table.

Uhu.

Grandpa? Does my Dad know where

Urman is? - He does.

You listen to me:

never offend the girls over there.

And do your prayers every day,

like I taught you.

- Remember?

- Aha.

Give this letter to Dad so he won't

think I've not waited for him.

Can you hear?

Animal, it can feel everything.

Turn aside and stop.

Do it!

Stay inside, private.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Calm down.

What's up?

Well...

Why are you pretending a virgin?

- Uncle Sasha?

- I'll pay you well back in camp.

Come on! Go go, my dear!

Go faster!

You like it?

Is it any good?

Why are you silent?

Say something...

Talk, scum, don't be silent!

Hold it, bastard!

Well, come on, private...

shout it out.

Come on.

Zheleznjak?

Shoot.

It might be for the better.

Go, go!!!

F*** you!

- Come on!

- --...

Take it away,

it's not for the cattle.

Grandpa... will Glashka-the-goat

meet Mom over there?

Shut up.

I want to meet Mom very much.

We all will meet soon.

Come in the house,

and wait on uncle Yuri.

Did you eat our Glashka?

And don't turn your head away,

aren't you ashamed?

Well, when Dad is back,

he'll make you disciplined.

You'll know then how one's

master dog should behave.

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