Dva Fyodora Page #3

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I just can't.

It's like we had a fight.

We haven't even had a decent talk.

Maybe I am to blame.

When Fyodor's back, we'll talk it over

the three of us.

We can't have fights.

And we won't.

Go to sleep and don't say anything,

okay?

- Good morning!

- Good morning.

What's keeping you, brother?

Shake a leg.

- Just a sec. -How are you, Natasha?

- I'm ready!

Hurry up, Natasha dear!

There.

Fyodor, don't forget to polish your shoes.

Till they shine, you see.

Oh dammit. Haste, as they say,

makes waste.

Why are you so glum

so early in the morning?

- I'm almost done ironing.

- Busy beaver, huh.

- What's this?

- Do you like it?

- What is it for?

- Makes it easier.

So?

Hold on, Fyodor.

I can explain.

- What are you doing?

- Fyodor!

You idiot!

Train 3 is on track 12.

The next cut is the 14th.

- Well, so long.

- See you.

- Don't be a stranger. -Sure.

- Likewise.

Don't you wanna stay?

- Winter's coming.

- I must go, Gruff.

OK, lemme give you a boost.

Let's eat, then.

Natasha!

Have you been cleaning?

- What? -Can't find my gas mask container.

- Haven't touched it.

Okay.

- Where are you off to?

- It's almost dinnertime.

I'm gonna drop by Nikanorych's.

- Nikanorych, step out for a sec.

- Hello.

- Is the boy at your place?

- Nope. Why?

- No reason. -He must be at school.

Arseniy told us

about that fair.

They're presenting their plane.

- Dmitry, gimme the ball!

- Come on, Dmitry!

Mikhail, go home.

- So?

- What do you want from me?

- Where's Fyodor Jr.?

- I don't know.

- Arseniy, where's Fyodor?

- No idea.

- Feel like some ass whooping?

Where's Fyodor? -Not telling ya.

He's gone. For good. For Siberia,

where his aunt lives.

He's got no aunt, it's a lie!

My boy's missing. He's blond.

Short, snub-nosed a bit.

He says he's going to his aunt's.

Lt. Yevchenko on duty.

Hello. I see.

Okay.

- Last name?

- Karpenyuk.

Fyodor Karpenyuk.

- Fyodor Jr., right?

- Have you seen him?

I've heard of him.

That's what people call you:

The Two Fyodors.

He says he's off to see his aunt.

It's a lie, he's got no aunt.

Don't you worry,

we'll take care of it.

A bogie tank wagon on track 15...

Look closely!

Be on the lookout.

Attention, signalmen!

Send this platform to track 10.

No papers, no go.

To track 10, hurry.

No cut permitted.

Next cut on track 14...

Next cut on track 18...

Your boy is over there,

at the construction site.

What have you done, brother?

Get up.

What are you sitting around here for?

Let's go home.

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