Mandariinid Page #4

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I'm not Georgian.

- Sure?

- He's yours, guys.

Shay there, old man!

I'm a Chechen.

Then say something in Chechen!

I'm a Chechen.

Came to fight on your side,

was wounded and he cured me.

Comrade officer, I know your major.

Quiet!

Are you an idiot or what?

Say something in Chechen!

Say something, motherf***er!

And what does that mean?

No, he's Georgian alright'

You're deaf or what?

It's 'motherf***er' in Chechen.

F***ing shoot him!

Don't, he is yours!

I said, quiet!

Execute my command!

Captain, maybe he is ours?

Don't!

Nika, throw me a gun!

Cover me!

That's it, Nika, that's it!

They're dead.

Margus!

Motherf***er...

- Finished?

- Yes.

There's only this cross of yours.

- Like this?

- Yeah.

And Nika?

We'll bury him elsewhere.

- Where?

- Beside my son.

What did he die of?

Was killed when the war broke.

- By whom?

- God knows.

He went to the war at once.

To protect our land, he said.

I tried to talk him out of it,

explained that it's nobody's war,

but he wouldn't listen.

So the Georgians killed him.

Yes'

But what difference does it make?

How's that?

You buried a Georgian

next to your son.

Ahmed, does it make

any difference?

- Answer me!

- It doesn't.

So, going straight home?

I miss my family.

Ivo, tell me...

If it would have been me killed,

not Nika,

would you have buried me

beside your son, too?

Yes.

A bit farther away though.

I really don't know

how to thank you.

Go! I don't like farewells.

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