The Downfall of Berlin: Anonyma Page #4

Relax.

Go into the kitchen.

To the 215th Rifles!

To victory!

To us.

I Charkov!

He's from Charkov.

Charkov! Ah!

I'm industrial accountant in books.

An accountant?

You're kidding me.

I accountant! You accountant!

We accountant!

Everything fine.

That's life, you see?

You, pretty.

Ain't they great guys, those Russians?

They are full of juice and strength.

The f***ing war is really

pissing me off.

True.

When I get back to Charkov,

I'll marry, build a house,

get children.

I am working in the kolkhoz.

and you, I will

take you as my accountant.

Are you a professional soldier?

No...

I, dairy.

Milk! Milk. Cow.

- How very interesting.

- Interesting! Milk and milk.

That's bullshit.

Look at this.

My trophies.

That's nothing.

Here.

THAT is a trophy.

That's not a trophy.

Have a look at this.

That...

...that is a REAL trophy.

An original.

My present to all the ladies.

To kiss and marvel about.

Where toilet?

- The toilet's on the corridor.

- Thanks.

Would you like something to eat?

You.

(Baby screaming)

You fancy my dick?

Doesn't matter which one.

Dick is dick.

Why Russia?

What were you doing there,

you sons of a b*tch?

Why Russia?

That is Major...

afraid I forgot his name already.

He is battalion commander. They don't

have commandants, only commanders.

(widow) Did you know that they study

German as first foreign language?

Well, it needs a war for us to

get this bit of information.

Can I do something for you?

(door slamming)

Hey Mongol. Have you come

all the way from Moscow

just to get some water

for a German woman?

Or is our major bathing in rose essence?

Made in Germany...

I am taking care of the Major.

Go now.

I'll catch up later.

Go.

Go, Mongol, go!

Move it. Faster!

Go, go, go!

Move it already.

Faster.

A bomb hit the garden of the neighbors

and the whole house was rubble.

And it blasted the fattened

sow up till under the roof.

Well, obviously it was spoiled.

Here.

Give it to me.

My apologies...

for my unsuitable behavior.

Dismissed.

(Music)

Berlin is ours.

There.

I have told everybody

that they needed to go.

May I sit down?

Come here.

As you wish.

No?

The raping process continues.

They are everywhere.

In every apartment.

We are Russian property now.

At their service.

But us women, we will need to

keep our mouths shut,

or no man will ever want to touch

us again when this is all over.

Poor Germany.

German fighters:
sit!

Four. Four women.

The whole of Berlin is a brothel.

Here.

That's what I've found.

They've got everything.

They've got jewelry

and money and houses.

And yet they go to war!

Scoundrels.

Enough.

What do I care about them?

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