Yolki 2 Page #2

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- I was just getting a gift for my friends.

Your friends are eating dead meat in the ditch.

So why did you not buy it?

- With what?

- Then why were you there?

- Just checking out price.

- So was the price right?

Let's go.

I'm going to make the money and buy it later.

I am looking for a job right now.

- Why don't you believe me?

- It's raining.

- Can you hear it?

- No.

You can't? That's because

it's not really raining. Know why?

It's the jail missing you and crying.

- Not funny.

- But it's true!

Zaitsev, you are a thief.

Your face says it all.

And where should a thief be?

That's right.

I didn't take that necklace.

Beautiful.

That night Lyosha Zaitsev

was not the only one to get caught.

In the city of Ufa Yulia's fiance

was caught up in work

by his enormous love of work.

Meanwhile Yulia went to buy

her fiance's favorite champagne.

- Oh, I'm sorry!

- Sorry!

Happy New Year!

OK, see you at 10.

OK, bye.

Dear girls, no need to despair, if one day

you come across one of these fake fiances.

Because only a real man

will be able to change your life.

- Varya, I know what we need to do.

- So do I.

No one will ever see me here again.

- No, for the President to say those words!

- Yeah right!

There is a theory of the six handshakes.

All people in this world know each other through six people.

Look here!

This is you.

This is the President.

You know someone.

He knows someone else.

He knows someone,

and he knows someone.

And eventually you can reach the President.

Get it?

You don't believe me.

Alright.

Who to start the chain of six handshakes with?

There was no time to think,

and Vova decided to go with random chance.

The choice fell on Misha, a former child from the orphanage now temporarily residing...

...in Cuba.

Hey, Misha.

Misha, are you there?

You really thought I was a bear?

No, not really,

I just thought you were so...

uppity since you drive a Bentley.

But you are such a funny guy!

That is why I moved to Cuba...

because all that glamour, expensive cars, business, parties in Saint-Tropez with rap celebrities,

I am so sick of it all!

I wanted to go somewhere far away

and have some privacy.

Only please don't tell anyone

that I know rap singers.

Because I'm ashamed

to be acquainted with them.

I totally understand you. I myself asked my parents to send me to Switzerland...

because it's so peaceful here.

It was. Until I came there!

Was that a dinosaur?

We don't have those over here.

Though it would be great,

if you came here to see me.

Seriously?

Oh, hey, excuse me,

my phone is ringing.

Sure. I hear.

It's work related. Give me a second.

Yes.

Misha became the first link

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