The Italian Page #2

Here.

Where's Katya?

Went off with the truckers.

- You cold?

- Freezing.

Let's buy a new TV set.

The tube died.

- We'll see.

- Must be warm in the cab.

- Shut up.

- No offense.

Tea?

- Don't touch that!

- I bet they're sweet.

Wait.

It's damn hot!

In Italy it's warm,

and hookers make good money.

You forget about

the almighty Mafia.

Cosa Nostra.

- Look who's here!

- Hi, Vanya.

- The "Italian"!

- Hooker, you in for potatoes?

Nothing like hot potatoes!

They gave me toys, too,

but I left them in the bedroom.

Forget it.

Here, buy the little boys shoes

at the flea market.

Dessert.

Take that to your friends.

It's your day.

I'll go see that they

don't overeat.

- Tea?

- No, I have to go.

Bye. You're one lucky boy.

If you only knew

How my hands miss the helm

Got stoned again.

I'm so happy for you. Honest.

Let's race for it.

- I'm telling the truth.

- Oh, get away.

Vanya, Sery told me...

that there are good foreigners

and bad foreigners.

The bad ones take the kids

for spare parts.

- What spare parts?

- Organ transplants.

Eyes, kidneys.

You saw off your hand,

you need a new one.

My foreigners are not like that.

I like them.

Maybe they're normal.

Send me something...

to let me know you're okay.

Like what, for instance?

- Like today's chocolates.

- You got it.

Now you get the message?

- Get him up.

- Get up!

Never steal from your friends.

- Why'd he get that?

- For stealing.

Kolyan can kill for that.

Guys, Mukhin's mother has come!

- What mother?

- The one who abandoned him.

Get out!

I said get out of here!

And you have the guts!

Out!

I could kill the b*tch.

Come on, move it.

Anton.

Hey! You lost a shoe!

Look.

Come here, boy.

- Hey, Italian!

- I'll be right back.

Look at him!

Are you from

this children's home, boy?

Did you know Alesha Mukhin?

I know you despise me.

Don't. Please talk to me.

Did you know him well?

Tell me about him.

We were friends.

Did you see the couple

that adopted him?

Yes.

What are they like?

The man is old, around 30.

The woman, beautiful.

- Beautiful?

- Yep.

Beautiful.

That's good.

- You're not cold?

- No.

And I feel shivery.

Strange.

It will be spring soon.

He was born in spring.

It's his birthday in two weeks.

Don't take me for a drunk.

It's just that I feel very bad.

It appears that...

I have no one except him.

As soon as I realized that,

I rushed to look for him.

I didn't spare time or money.

And I found him.

Only it was too late.

- They're good people, you say?

- Yes.

I pray to God they are.

- Here, take this.

- Thank you.

Are you going?

- Will the bus go to the station?

- It's the last stop.

The last stop.

Thank you for talking to me.

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