9th Company

Word Corporation

Federal Agency for Art and Cinematography

STS TV Station

Ukrainian Media Group

present

invasion of Afghanistan.

Krasnoyarsk, Siberia, 1988, Day 1

Please, don't cry.

It's only for two years.

A mere two years.

- Chougainov!

- Yes.

I must go now.

- Is Ryabokon here?

- There he is, getting a ride!

Sleep tight, people!

The enemy won't pass!

Mama!

Well, time to say goodbye.

This is for you.

Brothers! The border is on a lock

and the key is in my pocket!

Go! Quickly!

Put your stuff on the table! Now!

Put your bags here!

Beer, vodka, moonshine - on the table!

Is she your girlfriend?

Did you screw her for one last time?

What? She didn't let you?

Easy, everyone!

C'mon, it'll be all right.

Don't sweat it.

Lots of nice guys out there

who'll take care of her.

- What's this?

- Paint.

Whattcha you gonna draw there, warrior?

Tank tracks?

Why didn't you drag

the easel along, painter?

Gioconda.

Next!

You think she'd wait for you?

She'll have it in both holes

while you write her love letters.

What do you want from me?

Oh, you can talk!

C'mon, wanna punch me in the face?

Come on! Come here, jerk!

Relax, son.

I'm gonna make you a real soldier.

You know the first rule in the army?

Soldiers must endure all hardships

and adversities of the army life.

Why are you wearing a suit?

You think this is some kind of party?

I have no other clothes.

Let's switch, huh?

I'll give you mine, plus cigarettes.

You won't need it any longer. But I could

really use it - nightclubs, girls...

- You know what I mean?

- Yeah. You're all set here.

You bet. It's like a sweet dream

you don't wanna wake up from.

So, deal?

- Of course.

- That's my boy!

- Take the cover off, will ya?

- Sure.

- Sweet dream, you say?

- Yeah.

- Hey you! What the...

- Don't move, you mother...

I said don't move!

- Relax, son.

- Let go of me!

What did you say about

enduring hardships, huh?

Got it?

Got it?

Finish your haircut yourself now.

Guys, is this the 6th Unit?

Where you think you're going, Rambo?

Piss off!

- Chill out, Chougoun!

- What?

Nothing!

What's your name?

Volodya Vorobyov.

Lyutayev, Oleg.

Lyuty (Eng. "Fierce"), for short.

- This is Ruslan the Gioconda.

- Volodya.

Stas, "Sery" (Eng. "Gray").

- Hi.

- Volodya.

Ryaba (Eng. "Pocky").

Chougoun (Eng. "Pig-iron").

That's all for now.

Move, mate.

Sit down, Vorobey (Eng. "Sparrow").

Continue, Ryaba.

So, I wake up in the morning.

My head is exploding.

Unzip my eyes open with my fingers.

Take a squint-around.

What the heck is this house?

Hell knows how I got here.

Now, there's this girl right next to me.

Smiling.

- Naked.

- Woo-hoo.

And her father, standing right over me.

Says:
"You're screwed, boy."

"The girl is underage.

Now you either marry her..."

"or I'm reporting you to the police".

And the slut just sits there with

her tits covered, with downcast eyes...

like she's got nothing to do with it.

And ugly... like a bulldog.

So I say:
"No way, dear father..."

"I'd rather lie under a tank

than with her."

Next second I grab my feet

and start running...

hoping I get here first

before he gets to the police.

And I got married yesterday.

The wedding and the send-off all at once.

What? Congratulations.

Pretty boy.

"All right", she says. "Now I am

your wife, you can have me".

She thinks I'm stupid. Like she's

not gonna cheat on me while I'm away?

She wept all night long.

"Married and he didn't even touch me."

So I tell her:
"When I get back,

I will check it down there..."

"and if you ain't a virgin no more,

I'll kill you, b*tch!"

That's how I left her!

It's him! That one!

Wearing the suit!

Who are you pointing

your finger at, sucker?

Take it easy!

I'll crop your dumb head myself now.

They're the Afghan unit, d*ckhead.

Come here, a**hole!

The 9th Company

Fergana, Uzbekistan, Day 3

Hey, where are you from?

- From Grozny (Chechnya).

- Where?

- Grozny.

- From Grozny.

So you'll be called Pinochet

from now on.

- What?

- Pinochet.

- Why Pinochet?

- I don't know. Why not Pinochet?

Is he coming for us?

What an ugly mug!

- Where are you from, clowns?

- From Siberia, Comrade Commander.

- I am First Lieutenant Dygalo.

- What?

Are you hard of hearing?

Get up!

Get up quickly!

Fall in! Now!

Put your hats on in formation!

Dress right! Ready front!

I believe none of you is blind here.

Over there is our mountain.

Beyond it is Afghanistan.

And for you not to get killed

the first day you get there...

I will drill you for 3 months

without pulling out, 24/7.

From this minute on.

Any questions?

No questions.

Right face!

Follow me to the camp.

Double-time it.

Bend your arms at the elbows.

March!

- Name?

- Private Ryabokon.

- Name?

- Private Chougainov.

This belt is not for

holding the balls, Soldier.

- Name?

- Private Bekbulatov.

- N...

- Private Stasenko.

Private Petrovsky.

- It's you, our painter?

- Yes, Comrade First Lieutenant.

What are you doing here, son?

Should've stayed home...

to draw them naked women

and garden flowers.

You see, Comrade First Lieutenant,

according to Dr. Freud...

any painting is a sublimation of

subconscious human instincts...

including the instinct of violence.

But you can disagree with this...

because Soviet science does not recognize

the bourgeois doctrine of Dr. Freud.

Very clever, huh?

Sorry, Comrade First Lieutenant.

I'll fix it. With your help.

Rule number one!

A paratrooper must always be

ready for a sudden attack.

- Very good. Name?

- Private Lyutayev!

Rule number two!

Brighter than a Lieutenant

is only a First Lieutenant!

Forget who you were

and what you knew!

Remember, clowns!

Here, you're neither good nor bad...

nor bright, nor stupid. Not even painters.

Here, you are nothing!

You are not even humans.

Here, you are sh*t!

And I'm the one who will make humans of you

with these very hands!

- Clear?

- Yes, sir.

- I couldn't hear it!

- Yes, sir!

- Louder!

- Yes, sir!

Fill it up!

Comrade Lieutenant, why does

the first unit run with light equipment?

With light equipment, you can run

with your girlfriend to the bushes.

Here, the more ammo you bring,

the more chances you have to survive.

Here's your mission.

Dislodge the enemy from the hilltop.

Secure your position.

Readiness report?

Comrade First Lieutenant.

The second unit is ready for the mission!

Stand up!

Forward, march!

Charge!

You've failed the mission.

You are all corpses.

You, you, and you!

Cargo 200 in the Black Tulip.

A piece of sh*t in a zinc casket.

The convoy that will pass here

will get ambushed.

You know what a single machine-gun

means? Up there, on that hilltop?

Do you have any idea?

Get up, you dead men!

Put your helmets on! Run downhill!

I said run! Now!

I wish we were in Afghanistan already.

- Sparrow.

- What do you want?

Take my dick for a piss.

I'm so tired I can't get up.

Him? Nah...

He'll overstrain himself.

Look. Snow White!

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