My Joy Page #4

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The major from Moscow here

just crossed the line.

He's acting tough,

cursing, grabbed his papers.

He's demanding his rights.

We'll put him in cuffs now

and take him away.

- What are you doing?

- Shut your mouth.

Lie down and shut up!

One more move and l shoot you.

You've got a feisty woman.

She must be a good f***.

l demand you call the on-duty

commander.

Maybe we should call you a lawyer,

you louse.

"During a document check, he resisted...

...Road Traffic Patrol

Sergeant so-and-so."

Witnesses:
..."

l demand you call the on-duty

commander.

Hang on.

Don't say a word,

Papa's going to buy you a mocking bird.

A major, f*** it.

From Moscow, f*** it.

Lady, that could be dangerous.

lt's not going to work.

Documents.

Both of you follow me.

In we go.

Witnesses.

Look here.

Move over here.

You wet yourself?

- What are you transporting?

- Nothing. lt's empty.

- Why's it empty?

- l've already unloaded.

What were you carrying?

- Baby food.

- Where from?

From Dyatkovo.

Where to?

- Smolensk.

- Whose vehicle is it?

- What?

- Whose vehicle is it?

- Mine.

- Help me.

- Look over here!

- Been drinking?

- No.

Then why are your plates dirty?

- l'll clean them.

- All right.

You'll sign a paper now

and be on your way.

Listen here.

Come closer.

''During a document check,

Vladislav lvanov resisted

Road Traffic Patrol Sergeant so-and-so.''

Your signature.

Guys...

l showed my papers but they abused

me.

Shut up.

- When l took my papers, they beat me.

- Shut up!

l'm a policeman too, a major,

and they beat me!

Come on guys,

what are you doing?

You want some too?

We can give you the full tour.

Sign!

No, don't do it.

Don't do it!

lf they treat me like this,

what will they do to you?

- Shut it, you bastard!

- Stop!

Sign!

Sign it, b*tch.

And now you. Surname.

Don't do it.

Guys! Guys!

Don't do it!

- Stop it... F***!

- Don't do it.

- Stop, they're killing him!

- Surname.

Don't do it!

Don't do it!

- Sign it, you idiot!

- Son of a b*tch...

Come and sign it!

They're going to kill him!

- He's sick!

Get out of here, b*tch!

Get off!

Get off, b*tch!

All right, you bastards.

No!

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