Aleksa Dundic Page #3

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- And looks for "Napoleone"...

- That's not cheap.

A tzar golden florin?

I value my life more over florins.

Let's dance...

Especially because we'll

sleep soundly after you leave.

You don't say"fanton",

but "featon", you fool.

- Second, that's an order.

- Correct.

Who are you? - I have that honor to

escort you to the headquarters.

All right.

They are leaving!

Attention!

Turn right!

Your excellency...

Let the escort ride down.

Damn Russian roads!

Sea waves are flat compared to your roads.

- Did you understood anything?

- All of it.

Everything is ready for your

rest in the village excellency.

- Hand up! Be quiet!

- We're on your side! - Hands up!

You have a chance to meet with Dundic.

from the international squadron.

You! Hands up! - Do as he says.

Don't be scared, Kazakhs.

Our sole interest is you weapons.

- Help me!

- Only weapons.

- Yes, come in...

- How do we interpret this masquerade?

- Are the reds near?

- Yes, they're in this room.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Commander of the first international

brigade, Aleksa Dundic.

The Russians call me Ivan,

The French Jean. Vanja...

I do not fancy jokes.

I'm presenting the 14 countries.

This proves that our job

needs a lot of effort..

Sit. - You do not know

what I'm presenting. - I do.

Alliance general is bringing death and

hunger. And now you're a hostage.

- Are the maps in that bag?

- That can't be!

- I am a soldier!

- Sit down!

Take that bag from him.

Give me that! I'm not good at diplomacy.

- Are you the Russians?

- Reds...

Write down how many weapons are there,

the basic details of the plan.

Write it!

Even this idiot called in

immediately, and you...

I was in the forrest, far from the city.

Don't put me equal with this... bastard.

Count, he showed as the smarter one.

He was forced, and you were

tricked like a fool.

You are stupid, count.

Look at what you are.

With all due respect,

don't talk to me like that in

the presence of a lower civil rank.

You are no longer an officer, count.

Shame...

For all of Russia and the world.

Some Dundic will take into custody

the general of the alliance.

And you helped him.

You!

I stood up and got wounded.

It wouldn't be enough to shoot you.

I beg of you in the name of God and tzar,

and in the name of my father who was

under your command to forgive me

and give me the opportunity

to catch that bandit.

Very well, count.

Because of your father,

I order you to catch your assistant Dundic.

Your excellency...

Send the punitive detachments on all roads.

- Find and destroy.

- Understood.

Officers, to your duties.

Liver attacked me like a red's calvary.

Nothing, nothing.

Don't cry, Dasha.

When you leave.

Give this to Voroilovu

or Bugonom.

You're not acting smart,

you're not involved.

- Insult me all you want!

- No, no, I didn't mean it, Dasha.

What would you do if you were me?

How long will it take until they

find out where we are?

You are a fool if you don't look

after yourself. - You're a fool too.

Good day, sir!

Do you remember me?

Or is that a distant past?

Stop!

- We heard you were murdered!

- I'll set my score with them!

Dundic!

A riffle!

A horse!

There he is!

How are you?

- Horse!

- Let it go!

Damn you!

It's ours again! They're not strangers!

Dundic is in trouble!

Come! Let's surround them!

What is it?

Aleksa, I'm not afraid, Aleksa.

And who's afraid here?

- It's too early to be thinking on that.

- I wasn't telling you, Aleksa.

I'm from Raca. In case that we...

Mirko, I don't know you like this.

- I've heard about the battle!

- What's wrong with you?

Delegate.

Pull yourselves together!

You are surrounded.

Any resistance is useless.

- Save your lives and give back the maps.

- You changed, mister Hodzic.

- The uniform is the only difference.

- You changed your boss too!

I deny any negotiations.

Do you surrender?

Are you in a hurry? I was hoping

that we can chat.

I'll repeat...

Tell your bosses that the

Bugonovci are not surrendering.

And you, bastard

, I'll hunt you back to Serbia.

And I'll throw your head to the dogs.

In front of your family and friends.

I'll repeat it in Serbian so you understand me

better. I'll hunt your kind until you're gone!

Get lost!

Lead your alliance!

We won't feed them!

I wont forget it.

Tell your colleagues too.

They could have it worse.

Hello.

If only you'd know how far I've got.

Did I allow it?

You have no right! I was brave!

- Parent do have that right!

- Not my legs...

That's so your head can be smarter.

- And don't cry!

- I'm not.

Dundic could be dead.

- Look who's there.

- Who? Where?

You don't speak? Don't you have questions?

Your friend knows that you are my prisoner.

You didn't arrest me, you hid me. I don't

know what are you trying to get with that.

- Confession.

- No one has asked my anything.

I'm taking a lot of risk with

your secret arrest.

- So, my doubts...

- Are true.

Such confession.

You are a beast.

- On the contrary.

Your loved one is sending

you to a sure death,

and I'm saving you and bringing

my life in danger.

Who's a beast? Him or me?

Here, take a better look.

My God.

Do you recognize him?

You see, people live, have fun. And you?

Yes. People turn their heads

in front of terrible things.

Coffee with liquor is better

that a tee from a can.

I couldn't even imagine that

we would sit together.

- So, you didn't like it?

- On the contrary.

How am I not to like it?

There is no sense in wasting

your youth over Marcus.

It's better to live nicely.

In harmony, as the Russians say.

In that cases, they also say:

"The hell you will!"

Russian smart ass!

Smart ass! Back to your cell!

Now no one will save you

, not even your Dundic!

If only he knew, he would come, even if you

have the city in the palm of your hands.

- Splendid, then he's about to find out.

- I didn't want that.

And that is why I thank you.

Stop it, now!

What did you say, miss?

How is it possible to let yourself...

Say it again!

- What did you say?

- Shoot you son of a b*tch!

I'm am a colonel's daughter. Shoot.

Calm down, gentlemen! - Shut up or you're

going to end up on the chandelier.

Officers...

We are listening.

Attention!

I'm the chief of the counter intelligence.

I believe that we've already

settled our score.

Attention! Break!

- You want them gone too?

- Why? Why is that shocking to you?

We are bigger gipsies that them.

And we rock,

but only call it different.

Performance, show...

You think you're not better than them.

You learn about feelings from her.

She, if she desires, can leave

for Moscow tomorrow.

How can she go to Moscow tomorrow?

They don't need any passports,

regardless of their color.

Nothing but songs, dancing and lies.

That's a good idea!

- Nasja?

- Nasja...

Sit down, Nasja.

- Can you tell fortune?

- Like all other gypsies.

Do you want me to tell you the real name?

Your name is Sergej.

- No, it's Pavle Hodzic.

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