Elena Page #3

Fair enough.

Except for you and my daughter,

I don't have anyone

else in this world.

After I die, my daughter will

inherit almost everything.

And you, as my spouse,

will receive a life-annuity,

monthly payments. And I'm confident

they will be more than enough.

That's it, really.

I built up to this for so long,

and fired it all out in 10 seconds.

Is there... something

you want to say?

Yes... there is.

It's not about what you were saying,

but it seems like the right time.

What is it?

- The thing.

- What thing?

The thing with Sasha.

I think that his father,

your son, should be

taking care of his own son.

Volodya...

What were they thinking

when they had him?

It was an accident.

Both times? Don't make me laugh.

It's no laughing matter.

It just happened, like

it does with everybody.

First one kid by

accident, then another.

And now I'm supposed to feed them?

Elena, it's not the money

that bothers me.

Of course, not.

You're giving all of it to

your thoughtless daughter.

Here we go again!

First of all, not all of it.

And second of all, you don't know

her. She's actually quite sensible.

Thoughtless and derailed.

I don't want to hear it.

And apparently infertile, too.

Nonsense!

She's just... different.

She's not like you and me.

Of course, she's nothing

like my son and his children!

You said it.

Dear God...

...what gives you the right?

What?

What right do you have

to think you're special?

Why?

Just because you have

more money? More things?

All that can change.

What exactly can change?

"... and the last shall be the first".

Ah, heard that one.

Biblical fairy-tales

for poor foolish people.

Equality and fraternity

are only to be found in

your Heavenly Kingdom, Elena.

Well, you probably have a lot to do.

Yes, quite a lot.

Do you want anything?

I only want for you

to have understood me.

I did.

Elena, let's deal

with this like adults.

We are adults. We'll get through it.

And I'm glad, you understand.

Can you, please, bring

me a pen and paper.

The lawyer is coming tomorrow,

and I want to sketch

out a draft of the will.

Sergei, hi.

Fine, thanks.

Better, but still weak.

Listen...

...I talked to him about Sasha.

I'm afraid, we'll have to

deal with this on our own.

Yes, that's it.

He says, it's yourjob, as a father,

to deal with the problem.

Stop it.

Stop, would you?

I'm upset myself.

But I think, there's some

truth to what he says.

We'll figure it out ourselves.

We'll think of something.

I'll call later, OK?

Sh*t. The Tightass!

Tanya, where's my beer?

Did you get the baby's formula?

There was a damn bottle in here.

Did you finish your homework?

Yeah.

Did you do you homework?

I did it already!

What a mess in here.

I can't concentrate, it

all just comes out wrong.

Medicine first.

He's through! He shoots!

Many of you are probably wondering

if everything here

is strictly aboveboard...

Elena!

I've had enough. Thanks.

Do you want to take a nap?

Think I will.

I can't believe it.

You really weren't warned,

no one told you to abstain?

Drugs like this are strictly

prohibited after a heart attack.

I'm telling you, I didn't

even know that he had it.

Like little kids, I swear.

Dumb teenagers have more sense.

You could be a bit more tactful.

How much more tactful?

Dear friends, relatives and

colleagues of the deceased,

it's time to say farewell...

Final farewells.

Sausage number 4 is the best,

though it's too salty for me.

I think, the one

closest to milk sausage

is number 4.

It's got some sausage taste,

unlike number 3...

Well, tastes differ...

I vote for number 3.

Please.

Our jurors here are regular shoppers.

They can only vote for one sausage.

All of the labels

have been covered up.

I voted for the sixth,

it was pretty edible,

I mean you don't even

notice the bread-rusk,

there's no starch, and

there's no taste of cardboard.

So it's an OKsausage.

This one's too moist, too watery.

Cook it a little more.

It's a sign,

that it wasn't made right.

Sausage just shouldn't be like that.

The contest will continue

in the laboratory,

where the winner will be chosen.

I liked number 6, I'm not sure...

I'm not sure about number

or what they made it from,

but I'd never buy a sausage

that looked like that.

Number five is a waste,

don't spend your money

on plastic like that.

Hello. Yes. Thank you.

I'll be right down.

- Hello.

- Good afternoon.

Well, he sensed his

demise ahead of time.

As his personal attorney,

I know, how he wished

to dispose of his property.

He himself requested that

I visit him in the hospital,

and we discussed the matter.

Alas, we failed to document

his wishes in writing,

as required by law.

I am, therefore, forced

to acknowledge the following:

He did not leave a will.

So the principle of legal

succession enters into force.

First of all, I would like

to advise, that he left no debts.

Otherwise, you would be liable

to creditors for his debts.

Further, it is my duty

to inform you, that under the law

should one spouse die,

the surviving spouse

has the right to a portion

of the property

acquired during the marriage.

That is, to their share of the

property, held in common by the spouses

during the marriage, on an equal

basis along with the other heirs.

This portion is included

in the inheritance,

along with the personal

property of the deceased.

However,

in this case, during the time

that you were formally married,

which was just over two years,

no common property was acquired.

Therefore, there can be no

talk of a spousal share here.

You will inherit a portion of

the property of the deceased

on an equal basis with Katya.

Since, to the best of my

knowledge, there are no other heirs

besides the two of you,

the entire estate

will be equally divided between you.

If anything is unclear

or you have any questions,

I can explain further.

I know that my father

always kept a sizeable amount

of cash in his home safe.

What happens to that?

I already checked, there's nothing.

Right.

Believe me, Katya.

Of course. Anything else?

We've only started.

I've described the overall situation.

Let's look at the details.

If you like, we can take a break.

No need, let's go on.

Right, Elena?

Yes, let's go on.

OK. Let's get started.

So, how shall we carve up Dad's pad?

We'll be carving according to the law.

That's that.

Mama.

We should drink to this!

I agree.

- Have we got anything?

- Of course, we do.

Well, come on then!

Don't cry, mama'll be right back.

You know what?

Let's drink to Volodya.

He did

at least one decent thing in his life.

Better still, to Sasha.

Sasha! Sash!

- What?

- Don't you 'what' me. Get in here.

College boy. Sit down. Here. You're

going to college for sure now.

What the hell.

What? I've got it under control.

The kid's 17 already.

What, is this real?

Never seen anything like

that, huh? Put it down.

Damn!

Well, come on.

To new life.

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