Mandariinid

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- Who are you?

- What?

Come out!

I'm asking, who are you?

Me? Lvo. And who are you?

- Are you alone here?

- Yes.

- A Russian?

- No, Estonian.

What's an Estonian doing hare?

It's my factory.

What are the crates for? Bombs?

No. For tangerines.

Tangerines are good.

Ok. You have anything to eat?

We're hungry.

Food is in the house. There.

Come, let's go.

Sit.

Who do you have at home?

Nobody. I live alone.

Come in. Take your seats.

We'll sit, grandpa,

but better pack the food,

we'll take it with us.

Ok.

And don't be greedy.

Sea what a beautiful girl.

Yeah, a beauty.

Where's your family?

You don't have anyone?

They all went home

when the war broke out.

- Home where?

- To Estonia.

Why did you stay?

Didn't want to.

- Your daughter?

- Granddaughter.

And don't comment. Don't dare.

Didn't mean m. Ibrahim!

What's this?

Food.

You are a good man, grandpa.

Shame that you're that old.

It's a pity that

brave men like you get old.

So what's going on there?

War's raging?

Yeah, man.

Go away to your Estonia.

Not everyone are nice guys

like us'

Does anyone live in these houses?

No, they're all deserted.

Only in the one by a plantation,

there's one.

But he has nothing

but tangerines. I'm helping him.

We don't care about tangerines.

But you have a nice crate

business here. Good for you.

Margus!

Margus!

Yeah, wait a minute.

Who were they?

Some Caucasians. Wanted to eat.

They didn't come to me. I know'

Listen, did you manage to agree?

Yeah.

They promised to send

20 soldiers on the 7th. For one day.

Damn, one day's not enough.

Clearly.

We'll pick as much as we can.

I'm already on it.

Good. If we wait too long, we won't

get a damn thing out of here.

In a few days it may be

pretty fierce up here.

Those two also said

it'll be war soon.

My major said the same.

If I make ten crates today,

we'll have ZOO. Enough?

I don't know. Look for yourself.

Some 50 more would be needed.

Alright.

Don't kill yourself with work,

it's five days till the 7th.

The sooner the better.

War news from the radio.

Margus!

- Margus!

- Yeah.

- You didn't get shot?

- No.

- What happened?

- I don't know.

This one drove by first,

that one was chasing, shooting.

Hit the fence, damn,

it's all ruined now.

I was up the tree.

I mean, hid myself.

Then they shot from something,

bazooka, I guess.

Damn, it drives you crazy here.

What was it?

Calm down.

He's wounded. Ga take a look

at the van. And be careful.

Easy, easy...

- So how is it?

- All dead.

Well, Georgian dzhigits, where are you?

Easy.

How is it there in the

heavens, sons of b*tches?

Enough!

Don't shout, or you will die.

Barely managed

to stop the bleeding.

But Ibrahim was killed?

Start the car.

The bastards killed him, right?

Yes'

We'll go and bury him now,

but you try to calm down'

We'll get a doctor for you.

And try to move less.

Be careful, grandpa,

look out for a tail.

The rest of the Georgians

may follow,

Don't worry, lie quietly.

Give me my gun.

What for? No one will come here.

Give, Anything can happen.

I told you, they won't come!

Check their pockets,

maybe you'll find some documents.

What for?

Their relatives may came looking.

We can take them

to their grave then.

You're right.

The Georgians are mere buys.

But that one isn't.

Yeah, mere boys.

You know what, let's bury

the Georgians together

and the bearded one

separately here.

Then we'll know who's where.

Alright.

That Georgian is alive!

Don't worry, it's us.

Who's that? Ibrahim? Alive?

No, ifs not Ibrahim.

Who then?

Get some water and a clean towel

from the kitchen cupboard.

There's a shell fragment

in his head.

We need Juhan now,

otherwise he won't survive.

The other one

needs a doctor, too.

Get Juhan quickly

and we need to tow away the van.

It's easier with three of us.

I've got a good cable.

Wait!

See that he won't tell anyone.

Who does he have to tell?

Everyone's gone.

His wife.

She's already in Estonia.

How are you?

- In pain?

- Not too bad'

Thanks to Allah, slightly less'

who did you carry in?

A Georgian. Gravely wounded.

What? You out of your

f***ing mind, grandpa?

I'll whack him anyway.

Wasted effort.

Alright, I apologise for that

word, but they killed my friend.

And you didn't kill two of his?

Or can't count?

Should have killed three.

Anyway, I will set that right.

No point in treating him.

No point.

How is he?

The Chechen will heal in a week.

But the Georgian, I don't know.

Depends on his body.

What shall we do with the fragment?

See that he gets the shots

in time, - Don't worry.

Why is he raving all the time?

Raving is good.

He may even survive.

I'll come hack same time tomorrow.

Did he eat?

Some. He's asleep now.

Shall we go?

Wait. I'll lock the Georgian': Door.

We don't know what the madman

may come up with.

Let's go! Grab the wheel.

Tum the wheel right! Right!

Very good!

Going, going...

I thought it would explode.

They explode in cinema.

Cinema is a big fraud.

- How's it going?

- Not bad.

Made 20 crates,

you can bake them.

You know... These wounded men

will ruin our business.

So what shall I do now?

Kill Chem?

No, I didn't mean that. Just saying.

Quit whining.

How much did you pick?

Yesterday's crates are full.

Very good. Did you

drop by my house?

Yeah, I brought the key.

Could have left it under the stairs.

What if someone finds it?

Who's going to look for a key?

They'll bake down the dour

if they want to.

How are they?

The Chechen is well.

Ate everything there was.

Seems to be recovering.

And the Georgian?

Did you measure his temperature?

What for?

His head is all hot, raving all the time.

Leave the key.

Shall I help you

to carry the crates?

No need. I'll manage.

Do your own things.

Went to see the van. You can

barely spot it from the road.

What were you thinking?

I'll whack him anyway, grandpa.

Lock him under a thousand locks,

I'll get revenge for my friend.

It's a holy thing for us,

you don't understand this.

To kill a sleeping man,

even if he's unconscious,

is a holy thing?

Didn't know, really'

Then I'll kill him

when he can stand again.

It's going to rain.

No, it will not.

They'll be here soon. They who?

Georgians. Dr Russians.

And tangerines

will remain on trees.

You know what they call this war?

- The Citrus War.

- Meaning?

Meaning who will get

my tangerines.

Come on.

They fight for the land.

Where my tangerines grow.

You have gone out of your mind

with your tangerines.

As soon as the tangerines are sold,

I'll go to Estonia. It's free now.

The Georgian came to.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

Try not to speak much.

My head is aching very much.

Don't worry.

I'll give you a shot

and it will he better.

Well, the bastard woke up?

Who's that?

Don't mind, he's a lunatic.

I'll whack him anyway, grandpa.

Listen to me!

No one can kill anyone in my house,

unless I want it to happen!

But if you think to do it anyway,

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