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conscience wouldn't let me!

God wouldn't let me keep quiet!

And you want to abolish God!

So you came up with

a science for it.

You know, Alexei,

moral standards...

are governed by material

and economic relations.

Phenomena such as morals,

duty and conscience...

formed in primitive societies

long before Christianity.

Semi-instinctive feelings coming

from the need to observe taboos.

The Ten Commandments

from the Old Testament

were observed long before

they were written down.

Correct.

God gave us the commandments.

They were always there. They

just got written down later.

And don't frighten me

with your smart words.

Taboo!

We've read books too.

Now that's music,

not like in the club.

That's it.

All gone.

Valera, it's already late.

I know a place nearby

with great booze.

It's better than in the shops.

Valera, that's enough.

We have to get up early.

It's not far at all.

My car's so hot

we'll be there in a flash.

And then I'll take you right

to your door. Like new!

The City of the Sun is the

clearest example of a utopia.

Campanella wasn't the first

down that road.

It's a dream...

born out of class-consciousness.

What about your

class-consciousness?

I've never seen the likes

of the sausage you're eating.

You talk nonsense.

And corrupt kid's souls,

in order to eat that sausage!

I guess you're living in

communism, by the Party plans.

You don't need a City of the Sun.

But I need it!

And I'll build it!

Not on the scale of your shitty

Union, but here, on this land.

It'll all be different.

Tonka will bear me children.

People will come.

And we won't have to rely

on you scavengers!

It's ready, boss.

The motor working.

Only no go to Leninsk.

You might not make it.

I won't make it

anywhere right now.

You need to clean carburetor

and do repairs.

Thank you, Suan Van Hei.

Thank you.

- You said it wasn't far.

- We're already there.

I'll just be a second.

Hi, I've come for some booze.

You're doing well, I see.

The business is growing?

Tell Sunka to bring a bottle

of the strong stuff. I ran out.

Tonya!

Tell Sunka to bring a bottle.

Customer...

So, how's your City of the Sun?

Blooming?

You! City scum!

Leave what's sacred alone.

OK, OK, Alexei.

I was just kidding.

My god!

The main thing, guys, is bread!

You got bread,

you get head!

That's enough already.

Aunt Tonya, bring some

of your delicious pickles.

And you, Sunka, bring another one,

but make it pure.

I mean, are we men or what?

I'll pay double.

I lived with the Nenets

on the White Sea.

We caught salmon.

They all drank pure grain up there.

The kids too.

You know how they drink it?

Valera!

Lica! Come in!

Sunka, give her a glass.

Valera, let's go.

Alright, we'll just drink up.

Look how they drink grain.

Without grain up there,

you're finished.

You'll freeze.

He can't go in that state.

Come here.

The Nenets wear parkas

and fur boots.

They hide grain in their boots.

I've got a parka too.

Drag him away.

I no do it myself.

He very big.

My father is Secretary

of the Regional Committee.

It's hot.

- You came with him?

- Yes.

- In what?

- His car.

Can you drive?

Don't whine. I hate it.

Tonya.

Get behind the stove, fast!

And not a sound.

Where is she?

She left.

Don't lie to me, Tonya.

You won't get her anyway.

You won't give her to me?

So, your City of the Sun,

will it be like this?

There are no wives in the City

of the Sun. Everyone's equal.

And children are shared.

- Have you seen anyone?

- Who?

- Well...

- Drunk again. No, I haven't.

Bastard.

Come out.

Out into the yard,

the banya's on the left.

there's a shed. The door's open.

There's a cow, but it's tame.

Close the door. Hide in the hay

in the corner and keep quiet.

Tonya!

When they're all asleep,

I'll come and get you.

I need to go home.

Don't whine.

You should've thought about

"when and with whom." Move it!

Tonya!

Boss, the grain running out.

We need get more.

You locked the banya?

I'll sleep in the shed.

Get some firewood first.

Give me the banya key.

I'll put the gun back.

- Put your boss to bed, he's bad.

- He heavy.

- Hey, where are you?

- Who is it?

Antonina! Come here, fast.

Follow me.

It's warmer here.

Don't break anything.

I'll let you out in the morning.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Please.

Ma'am!

I have to get home.

Here's the key.

I'll go to the shed.

Sunka!

- Open the banya.

- Alright.

My father's Secretary of

the Regional Committee.

Mister, don't.

Boss, don't touch the girl.

You can't, boss.

Pull them down.

Mister, I'm still a virgin.

Get on your knees.

My fianc's a paratrooper.

In Afghanistan.

He's very tough. Special Forces.

Lift it up.

Artyom?

Let me sleep on the couch,

my car broke down.

Come in, of course.

You're totally drunk!

Go on the balcony.

There's a sofa there.

The wife's on duty tonight.

Take a blanket.

How did you drive so drunk?

Mister, my shoes are back there.

Police? There's a farm on the

left on the way into Kalyaevo.

There's a corpse in the banya.

Mister, I'm bleeding.

Hello.

Hello, Uncle Artyom.

Did something happen?

Her fianc didn't arrive.

Why aren't you at work?

It's Sunday.

Go have breakfast,

Katya made something.

I got back from work...

and the guys who came at

Liza was in tears.

And what her boyfriend did...

It's embarrassing in front

of the guys.

And Angelica, her girlfriend,

has disappeared.

Her father, the Party Secretary,

called last night.

Said she went to a disco

and didn't come back.

What's up?

Nothing.

They say there was

a murder in Kalyaevo too.

Right, I'm off.

What's up with the car?

It's the spark plugs.

I'll buy some on the way.

I know where.

Mom. Mom!

Sit down.

My father is Regional Secretary

of the Communist Party.

He'll find you

and you'll be executed.

In September there is

demobilization.

My fianc, Sergeant Gorbunov...

will come back from Afghanistan

and have vengeance on you.

He loves me.

He'll do anything for me.

Mister, I want

to go to the toilet!

Mom! As soon as

I leave you start!

My Zhurik's here!

- Drink.

- What is it? I won't!

Drink.

Get some sleep.

Mister...

Artyom, you should eat something.

You've been hungry for days already.

Mom, thanks, a bit later.

Hello, I'm listening.

- Katya! It's Artyom.

- Hello, Artyom.

Is Misha home?

He's still at work.

Why so long?

Bad news again.

More Cargo 200.

Mom!

Artyom, I can't talk now.

Call Misha.

When does the cargo arrive?

They'll inform us later,

Comrade Colonel.

We only know the aircraft is

headed for Leninsky Airdrome.

Sergeant Gorbunov,

he's one of ours.

Sergeant Gorbunov?

You realize, Major Duyev,

that he is Kolya Gorbunov.

He's my Liza's classmate.

I've known him since

he was this high.

Kolya was killed.

His fiance Angelica

has disappeared.

And my daughter's fianc

has disappeared.

What's happening?

Go on, can you tell me?

Mikhail Nikolaevich, your

brother's calling from Leninsk.

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