Moscow Chill Page #2

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of the Soviet State...

my partner and I we bought into

aluminum and natural gas mostly.

Some people might call it

"creative accounting".

Is that what you're in for,

fixing the books?

No.

I'm here cause of this f***ing

hypocrisy, and politics.

Okay, I'll set up a meeting.

The "guy" in the Kremlin declares that

my partner and I stole

in loans from the government

who gave it to us.

Technically it may

be called "theft"...

but the real reason

he put me here is because...

he's afraid I'll fight him

in the next elections.

Is your partner in

another cell here?

I only wish. He mysteriously

disappeared in a factory explosion.

Jesus...

As for me, they freeze

all my assets...

and offer me two choices:

a retirement package, which

means signing over the company...

or standing trial here in Moscow.

However, I see a third choice.

- Me, right?

- Yes, which is you.

There is lots of money floating

around in this country.

Tons. And most of this

money is dirty.

It moves from so-so Russian banks

to some secret accounts abroad.

And interestingly, the people it

belongs to, they can't complain...

if it goes missing.

You see my point?

It 's being laundered, right?

All you have to do is

to track this cash...

in the international

wiring systems and...

Divert it to you. I mean in theory

it 's possible, I guess.

But why me?

You have hackers right here?

They're all watched

and they all can be bought.

No one knows banking

systems like you.

How much cash

are we talking about?

Well, about forty millions.

Just to be safe.

You're gonna have to give me

a few days just to see if I can do it.

And probably a few days

after that also.

For $ 4O million,

I can wait this long.

Four thousand six hundred

miles of air space.

No sleep. And politics

I couldn't care less about.

So what if Dubinsky was a thief?

He put me back in action.

He was being f***ed

by the system...

and I was happy to f***

the system right back.

For your ass, man.

Coffee.

Hey, Ray doesn't like salt.

Take it easy, "mommy".

Ray!

Go to sleep.

Sleep.

Get packed.

C'mon, c'mon, we gotta get out.

What the f***, man?

Somebody spotted me

in their system...

the cops could be here

any minute. Let 's go!

Goddamn it, is that smell

the fish or you guys?

It is the place.

What the f***, Vas?

You mean you don't love it?

He said someplace safe.

- And now this shithole?

- Don't start with me.

So, what do I tell the boss?

Can you do what he asks?

Yeah, it 's just gonna take

a little bit of time.

I mean I gotta start all over.

Anything's possible though.

Not a big deal.

Dubinsky's not going anywhere.

Listen, you can start tomorrow.

Tonight you need a break.

See some of our city.

We're going out?

Yes, of course.

A friend of mine wants to meet you.

Nobody's supposed

to know I'm here.

It 's approved from the top.

Don't worry. I guessed your size.

You need to be taken

seriously here.

Oh-pa.

You don't like it?

You know what this suit costs,

you with your cock-sucking Levi's?

No, no, no, these aren't Levi's.

Hey, hey take it easy Vasya, I saw

you wearing that exact one last week.

F*** you, this is brand new from

my guy on Kutuzovsky Prospekt.

That 's f***in' bullshit.

Hey, here, give it me.

I'll wear the suit, alright.

- Yeah...

- I feel serious already.

How is he with women?

Not too shy?

I hope you like expensive

Russian pussies.

Even vinegar's sweet

when it 's free!

Let 's go, guys.

Whatever she costs,

she's on me.

Who is this joker anyway?

Not a joke. Very serious officer,

and very well protected.

Here, the Middle East,

Washington. You name it.

His English is not so good...

but he understands everything.

Check this one out, man.

One of the biggest men in Russia.

Him, our man, and maybe five

others running the whole country.

F***ing sand n*gger.

Someone's going to send him

back to Chechnya in a coffin yet.

You wait and see.

Vasya, why do you stay with

such ignorant friends?

Tell him no one speaks openly

about assassinations in America.

Why does he think it 's alright

in his own country?

He just doesn't like people.

Why don't you lighten up?

The hell with "likes".

I do the business with people

I trust. Him and him.

C'mon, let 's go. The hookers

must change someplace.

Don't go too far,

I want them to talk.

Got it.

Let Vasya kiss Ivan's ass,

I'm going to kiss hers...

Any ideas come to mind?

Look at this babe.

Yeah, but I don't know

how to talk to them.

Talk to them about what?

Just pick one and f*** her. Watch.

Excuse me, excuse me please.

Can you tell if my hair looks

better up or down?

My Russian sucks.

I'm sorry.

She wants me to put it up.

It 's twenty minutes work.

Just say no,

she'll believe you.

Your hair, I think looks

best, down.

Yeah.

See the American likes it.

Hi Maya, how are you?

I always wanted so much more

for you than this.

I forgot what you wanted.

A long time ago.

For sure. Listen, help me up.

Fix my new girl's make-up?

Get lost, nothing will help you.

Proud b*tch. It 's Ok, let 's go,

I'll fix you myself.

Stay away from this one.

She's dangerous,

I can tell you.

He called you Maya.

Is that your name, Maya?

Of course.

Down!

Down!

Everybody on the floor!

Pick up your head!

Everybody down!

First, it 's clear,

we're living, over!

Down! Get down!

He's already gone.

Moving to the next checkpoint!

What the f*** was that?

Squad. Special Forces.

They're after someone. Again.

If you need a drink there

is a bottle here.

I'm alright.

Maybe they were looking for you

or your bandit friends.

I'm not one of those guys.

Yeah, and in that suit,

you're a tourist, I guess?

You have money,

I'm sure of it.

What 's that worth?

It 'll do.

Come on, it 's quite time.

Why didn't he punch you?

You were the one in the club!

You should've seen Ray leaving.

It 's your job.

- Maybe your hand's broken?

- Did you call his cellphone, shithead?

Motherf***er!

I can't believe you

haven't heard it. It 's like...

Are you staring?

I'm just trying to picture you

and Dolphin together.

Me? With Kolya?

You're totally drunk or what?

That would never work.

Never.

Not even when he had hair!

Have you been

in Australia ever?

This is the first time

I've left the States. Why?

I have been invited to go there.

By an old friend.

A male friend?

A boy, really.

But...

let 's just see how tonight goes...

Hey, listen, Karp, I overreacted.

Sorry.

C'mon, forgive me.

Let 's have a drink.

- Vasya!

- Remember this?

Your neighbor, Masha...

You were lucky, at least you spent

your time in an American prison.

I guess they're all pretty

much the same.

No, Russian jails are the worst

in the world. It 's fact.

Oh yeah,

how much time did you do?

Me? None.

But here everyone has somebody

they had to visit.

Bring cigarettes

or some real food.

For me, being inside wasn't much

different than my regular life.

You mean, four walls and no friends?

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