Aleksa Dundic Page #2

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their weapons. And you...

You surrendered to them immediately.

Believe us, that's was

our first and last time.

- You didn't trust us.

- It doesn't show on my forehead who am I.

In autumn in 1919. the whites, supported

by foreigners tried to reach Moscow.

- Who is that?- Skura.

- Skuro? - Never mind.

I believe that was offensive

from Mamuntova.

- Of course, that how fools think.

- That's how I understood it.

How do you say that in Russian?

Bells are songs for the parade.

That's how we welcome

most respected guests.

Wasn't it pleasant to see

the famous Kazakh army?

What's that force like when it's

retreating in front of the reds?

Kutuzov retreated too,

and he beat Napoleon.

Kutuzov had partizans,

and they are now reds.

Yes. But Soviets don't have the

support from the Alliance.

- Let's look.

- Come on, my friend.

- You see that path?

- I do.

Take a good look.

- At the end of the road is white?

- Further.

- A bridge? A river?

- No.

- How?

- Like this.

Take your time to master it.

You need to know it like your own pocket.

Daka! Pour some more.

- Great task lies ahead of us on that road.

- It's done!

Wait. For this job you need to be careful.

Let me warn you...

Keep your mouth shut.

If the plan fails, it will be embarrassing.

Don't talk in front of him.

Drink your tea and be quiet.

Tea? With pleasure...

Look who's here...

What's with all the fuss?

Nothing, just talking about life.

Here you go...

We're not talking about that.

I understand.

You ponder how to take down

general of the allied forces.

- And where is he?

- You should be an actor.

No, he's not informed.

But I'm thinking about it.

- And you wish to imprison him?

- And why would we do that?

That's right, commander.

- Here...

- Go.

The French are here, so they say...

The order is not to be long.

- You want this bag?

- Why?

I've made it for my fiance.

The letter came back.

- Girl!

- Yes?

- Go on, no delay.

- I want to se the French.

- They need do go soon?

- It is not allowed.

You?

I can't believe it!

Disappearing, appearing.

Maybe Dundic is nearby?

- Do you know something about him?

- Are you here for a long time?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Are you attracted to the reds?

- You know I'm telling the truth.

- And then what? - I'm dying here.

- That's life.

- I want to be with you.

But the general of the allied forces

is here. - You'll manage to see him.

- Are you gonna be here for a while?

- Dundic wants to know that?

If you don't believe me, we'll go

our separate paths - Galja...

Let's go for a walk.

Come to me.

- No.

- Let's grab some lunch then.

We should celebrate this get

together and reconcile.

Look at her... All corrupted.

You're selling! - What's with the

screaming? - I'm selling milk. Milk!

- Where are you taking me?

- To the office, briefly.

And to lunch, afterward. Please.

- She's good.

- Blindfold her!

She's mine!

I saw her first.

- Ivan Kozirev...

- Let her choose on her own.

- Let her tell who she likes.

- I need to see the Frenchman.

The night is young.

Just a moment...

Take her to the cell.

- What can I get you?

- The best. Vodka.

Now I shall drunk you,

feed you, sing to you.

- Go on, drink. I'm taking you home.

- Tonight.

- I told you I have to go.

- Well, don't.

- I need to go with the Frenchman.

- He'll find his way.

- You don't have the right to think.

- I already drank. - Take more.

- Why don't you stay?

- I'm taking care of the accommodation.

- Only I know who lives where.

- You're leaving for a long time? - What?

- I mean, you're not coming back soon?

- Wait...

- Are you from CK?

- Let go of me!

- I don't know what that means.

- Don't act foolish.

Let's talk...

You'll head to the counter intelligence,

or drink and then we'll head to my place.

I can't.. - Then you'll go

to the counter intelligence.

What? It burns?

Hey, "personality"!

Where's your "service"?

Quick, look at her!

Do you want me to escort you?

She's in the yard, down the stairs.

You'll see her.

What would you do without me?

- And you are?

- Come on...

- Was that Hodzic?

- I don't know.

She went hand to hand with him.

She acted like she doesn't know me.

They entered the building.

There was a guard in front.

A guard?

- She's arrested?

- Didn't seem like it.

If so, I'll be her judge.

- Where am I to find that Kazakh?

- I know where he lives.

That's very important.

The following people are going

with me to the city: Vanja

and Dragic.

How many times have I told you? And this?

- Palic! - Here!

- Come here.

You go back, and bring the battalion here.

- Thank you and I apologize.

- No worries...

He still hasn't returned.

Maybe it's the wrong address.

Maybe Dasa made a mistake.

Hello, fellow countryman!

I'm your fellow countryman.

You walk while your wife

is in bed with Tomancovim.

And they murdered your father.

I'm the sole survivor in the family.

Get lost before I...

It's all gone.

You can bury him.

He's still breathing.

You feel sorry for your life?

Tell me your last name, tier,

personal sings of the soldier

that go with the French.

Why don't you ask me first

instead of beating me?

Last name, tier, personal sings...

- Petrove?

- What?

- Gentleman, what's your say on this?

- I know her.

- State of the art thing.

- A Fatty.

Well, we're missing the third pole.

How dare you, Sergeant major?

A shame to talk about a woman like that!

Like a red bandit!

- You are volunteers!

- I will not take this insult.

- I seek for...

- Officer court.

Exactly.

What's wrong with you?

Don't be upset with him.

- I am the count Petar Galicki.

- Pleased to meet you.

That's the men we need.

Come here for a moment...

I hide nothing from them.

I'll be glad to join you.

I am duke Sakadze...

Who was on Kavkaz,

heard about my ancestors.

For starters, a bottle for truce.

Sargent major, will you open

it for a complete truce?

Nalanjev showed up.

He took down the Kazakh flag.

- Now the Chechens are after him.

- What's that? - Might come in handy...

First boredom, and now such encounter...

Singing, playing...

- Seventeen...

- I'll risk it. Another.

That's how a night full of

excitement would breath, but...

But there is one "but"...

You have to help me, count.

Don't you feel found of me

or passionate towards me?

I'll have to disappoint you.

If I feel passion,

- it's not towards you.

- In that case, I envy you.

My success depends on you.

Say your price.

Tzar's jewels, russian Robles...

How much for the entire night?

Are you mad?

What are you suggesting?

Gentleman, you misunderstood..

Didn't the count tell you that

I need to follow "Bonaparte"?

Congrats. - Sincerely, I wish

not to leave this place.

Is that so? Neither would I for that

amount of money turn my as...

Let's put it politely, would not prefer

to turn my back on luck.

Sorry, I didn't realize you

believe in gossip.

- What do you mean?

- That Dundic is going around town.

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