Viking

"History - It is a sympton, of which we are sick"

- Mao Tse-tung

Year 977 - Pagan Russia.

The Rorik family rules Scandinavian lands

and commercial route of the Varegues to the Greeks,

A Viking territory along the north

to the Roman Empire to the south.

After the death of Grand Prince Sviatoslav I,

His three sons divided their possessions.

In Kiev, the eldest son Yaropolk.

The second son Oleg in Drevlians territory,

and the youngest, Vladimir, in Novgorod.

Oleg envy Prince Yaropolk

and negotiates alliance,

with an old enemy of Rorik's,

- Prince Rogvolod of Polotsk.

When I close my eyes, I see the forest in winter.

The cold, white snow speaks about death.

What happened here, profoundly changed our lives.

POLOTSK:

- Over there.

- Did you hear that?

- All my life I served the Rorik house.

- Why did I choose your son Oleg?

Because he was crazy just like his father.

Although not so smart.

In the forest we were not the only ones.

- After them!

C'mon, C'mon...

There were also others.

- Here! Come on...

- At where?

- Where's the ax?

- Drop it.

- We are your brother's people!

- This is our hunt and our prey.

Yes.

Which brother?

I have two.

Ah?

The youngest? Vladimir?

We are in Kiev.

Enough, enough!

- He serves Yaropolk.

- We can share.

- We're not greedy.

- Share?

- Share...

Yaropolk has the best soldiers.

The largest castle.

And this is still little.

Stolej!

- What are you waiting for?

Stop!

It's Yaropolk.

Talk to your brother.

- We will pay for the dead.

- And because it happened.

- You killed my soldier.

- How do I handle this?

- I have a wedding present.

- For her daughter.

- Your men wanted to catch him.

I also came for a wedding present.

For you.

Bring it to me.

I did not invite you!

- We're going to Polotsk.

- The bride is waiting for us.

It's easier to talk outside the wall.

We have to kill them. - All.

POLOTSK:

Let's go!

There are still people on the slopes.

Let's go. Faster!

Out of the way!

Quick!

Close the gate.

Close!

The offspring requires revenge for

the bloodshed.

Yaropolk decided to sacrifice me.

Right here, in the house of your enemy,

Prince Rogvolod.

So that everyone knew that Yaropolk

is not to blame for Oleg's death.

But his brother's blood was upon him.

Yaropolk! Answer me.

Why the hell did he run in front of me?

Did I pushed him?

- Gives!

- Your men were chasing us!

- You served my father.

- He is dead.

And you live.

You served my brother. In here.

And you live.

- Maybe I live.

- Because you do not serve me.

This is the case.

You lost your brother when

I was defending you.

If you are against the law, he says,

We'll leave you at the gate.

Is this your last word?

Come on.

Get off me!

- Are you ready?

- Wait... wait.

Yes.

Hold my hair.

Not to get dirty while displaying

in the eyes of the god of thy father.

Hand on it!

I buried the god of war!

You will have to say this to him.

Hand...

Twice.

You can not change the law. For!

That's right!

Twice, in accordance with the law.

He has that right.

Stop! We have to keep him back.

Come back!?

Let it go!

You are right.

It was not necessary to allow to leave.

Remember Yaropolk!

You're guilty of Oleg's death!

Do you love the law?

By law you will have revenge!

Vladimir is still alive!

You see...

VIKING:

Ali Polotsk.

The applicant negotiates

on the other side.

First I fought for the prince of Novgorod,

and then by the Vikings to the north.

Now we're here.

- Yaropolk is not my enemy.

- Neither friend.

You wanted to fight for the two brothers.

- You helped me, too.

- This is not a war!

- This time it is.

- Is that why you came?

- Father! - Who's the suitor?

I! Vladimir!

Speak freely.

Prince of the Rorik's House.

Vladimir? I've heard.

It's true that you ran away in fear

of your brother's soldiers?

To the north, is not it?

I was with the Vikings.

And why did you come here then?

- You will not find your brother here.

- I came for you.

It's my pleasure to meet you.

I want to unite our homes.

Take this, local custom.

Will I be happy there?

Will I go with you to war?

We'll both be happier.

- Unless you are afraid.

- Come and bring your subjects.

So? Do you accept?

It seems that she does not like chickens.

- You came for the soldiers.

- I want you, not soldiers.

Father, is not for me but for you.

Wait. - Let's talk.

- Wait.

- The interview is over.

None of this will happen.

- You do not know me well.

- I know all about you!

- Smhaljie!

- You know what?

- I said,

- Listen!

- Speaks!

- Oh really?

What do you know?

You are the son of a slave.

If I marry you,

I'll clean the boots of the slave's son.

- Smhaljie!

- He's not a Prince?

- It's a prince!

Your brother, maybe I'll take it.

He's a prince. But you, you're nobody.

Calm down.

- I love my mom!

- Play it.

Retaliation.

His first battle.

To his brothers he was not a prince,

but the son of a slave.

By law he had the right to make

war with the older brother,

Grand Prince Yaropolk,

to become equal to him.

More smoke!

Vladimir wanted alliance with

the Prince of Pololsk,

and now we fight against it.

Why not take revenge against an

offense of that coward,

or slave.

- Let's prepare a berserk attack.

- I'm going with the Vikings.

Let's attack the old gate.

Look at me.

listen!

Fill it like a monster with a holy

wrath and animal power.

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