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who arrived in time to supposedly

celebrate our Dimitri's feat.

To think that his father called

him a yellow-belly!

Now his name's associated

with the Russian Empire.

Dimitri, I had to see you in person.

Dimitri Nikolayevich Pechkov,

I must confess I admire your feat.

If you forget what happened,

You will be generously rewarded.

Suddenly Dimitri realises

he has stopped shaking.

He remembers the bear he

was unable to shoot.

He recalls his friend Muktan,

the slaughtered horses

and the Evenks' disarray.

He's going to tell him straight out:

"Governor you need to save your honour now!

You wonted to make a fortune and showed

no respect for other people's wealth.

You've gained nothing

but my deep contempt. "

The Tsar will be informed that you are

a thief and murderer, Governor.

Dimitri wished he could say more.

is worth all the money in the world.

His head is full of arguments.

But what could one tell a man,

who betrayed the ideaI he embodied?

Nothing!

Some words kill faster than bullets.

But dimitri has no time for emotion.

He risked his life a thousand times to have

an interview with the Tsar

so that he would condescend

to herar his prayer.

Tsar, o my gentle Tsar,

hear the prayers of the innocent,

Siberia's begging you and Muktan's people

are throwing themselves at your feet.

Come on!

Congratulations!

You've been a wonderfuI audience!

An audience worthy of Paris,

the city shining with light and beauty.

It is up to me, mister Fragonard,

to applaud you or not.

I would've enjoyed your show immensely,

had you not added

that inappropriate scene:

the tragic death of our Governor.

You should know, Sir, that no subject,

even in the farthest reaches of Holy Russia,

ignores the wrath of His majesty.

Consequently, we've never heard

of a Governor unworthy of his office.

Let me inform you that I am

the Great Ataman of all Cossacks.

As such, I alone decide to reward them,

or listen to their grievances.

Well then, will His Majesty deign to listen

to this brave Cossack?

He's among us and has travelled

You Majesty! Here's the Cossack,

who rtavelled 6,000 miles throught Russia!

That's him! Here's our hero!

"For as long as Russian land gives birth

to men so valiant, so determined,

we can rest assured of the strenght

of the Russian souI."

These are my father's words to you, Sir.

His imperiaI Majesty, our beloved

Tsar Alexander III, my fater.

Your Majesty, I...

I beg you Majesty's forgiveness,

our hero is very intimidated

by your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

Muktan was murdered in cold blood.

His only crime was being Evenk.

Which no doubt explains

why his assassins are still at large,

and why nobody bothered to inform you.

You are insolent, young lady!

But you're a smooth talker.

Where's the little horse?

Your Majesty, allow us to offer him to you.

No! This is out of the question!

Pray tell Dimitri Nikolayevich Pechkov

that he can now return home,

and consider that his little horses,

are under my personaI protection.

Once upon a time,

there was a little horse called Serko.

The little horse loved his freedom,

but in the end, chose the golden

magnificence of the ImperiaI palace,

and gained the affection of a kid,

who was also a kind little Tsar.

Will you stay untiI I've made improvements?

Well, your Majesty,

we are expected in paris.

Besides I have a hunch that crowds,

will come in droves to cheer you

and your little horse.

I am proud of you! I knew you'd do it.

I knew you'd go far!

Is this your wife? She doesn't look stupid!

Our hero of all Russias

couldn't forget beautifuI Sainzid.

So he returned to amuria with her,

for a beautifuI story cannot

end without love!

Father, ther's something wrong with her!

I had to kill bear to marry her!

So what?

Everyone can live the way they like!

Muktan!

You can rest in peace.

Muktan, your friend is back.

He's brought us peace.

Serko, you who live in golden palaces,

who spend nights with gracefuI fillies,

we thank you for standing up for

our brave Amursdy horses,

and for defeding their survivaI.

Don't leave Ladies and Gentlemen!

Do stay!

I'm not done with our trabeller,

I haven't described how he rode

across the kingdom of Khitan

over which only princesses could rule.

Men were their servants.

They had a harem and chose their lovers,

there were plenty of them.

Wait, there's also ther startling story,

of how our weakened hero gashed.

Serko's flesh and drank

his blood his life was saved.

And that very day his horse,

Ladies and Gentleman,

his amazing Serko moved slowly,

so as not to make things worse for

his already exhausted rider.

I'll also show you the wide mouths

of the river Volga,

with their poplars quivering in the cooI

wind like crystaI bells.

Hey, wait! One more word!

Serko's just had offspring,

so tells me our little Tsar.

Telegrams are helpfuI.

There were some 10 horses

but they fled the imperiaI stables

to joing Muktan's people in Amuria.

Don't you want to hear about these

horses'return to their homeland?

Believe me, this isn't nonsense.

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