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He has a fever, he's hungry.

Anna, why not collect

stray cats or dogs,

like your housewife friends

around here?

That's so stupid.

Besides, I don't like his face.

You don't know him.

Maybe he's dangerous.

- Have the vet put him down!

- Stop, I'm serious.

So am I. He's not a stray,

he's a hero,

who's saving my nation from tyranny.

Saving your nation from tyranny!

Let me laugh.

I don't see what's funny.

You're Anna Lempereur.

You wouldn't last a day

in Cherkistan.

You always put me down,

slight me in public.

He can't understand!

I'm just saying the truth!

The truth is I found some meaning

and you hate it.

Stupid enough to quit my job.

Don't start that again.

He can't stay more than a week.

I want him gone.

He stays as long as he wants!

In 8 days, I call immigration.

I'll tell your clients you get

kickbacks from subcontractors.

You're a real b*tch.

That makes two of us.

Welcome to France, Anton.

Faubert.

Romain, are you home?

Where did that moron go?

As early as the Balkan war,

he emerged victorious

from bloody battles.

Oh, I see.

Since the aborted coup in 2011,

Miroslav

escaped

several assassination attempts.

Oh sh*t, I see.

Hero for some, terrorist for others,

he is hidden in the mountains

ruling the Cherkistani revolt

with an iron fist.

Oh, I see.

Anton Miroslav.

That's me.

Sh*t.

Oh sh*t, I see!

Voice mail.

Usually he answers for me.

I'm sure something happened.

I don't want to alarm you.

Maybe some Cherkistani jumped him

for his cell phone,

a Visa card, a little cash.

It's my fault. Put out an APB.

In 48 hours,

he'll be considered missing.

That's the law.

I need a recent photo.

I have x-rays, no photos.

- That him?

- No, my sister.

She was with me.

Maybe she saw him.

Dim, come over.

I need you to see someone.

I'm at the police station.

At Calais, my friend went missing.

Sorry I can't help you.

What do I do?

Call another doctor.

I need you. I'll explain.

I'll stop by tomorrow.

You're a peach, I love you. Kiss!

You look better.

I made some dinner.

Sit down.

Not small salad maybe?

I'm on a diet.

A diet? After 3 months

starving on a ship?

All right, but chew slowly.

Too long no meat.

Iron poor.

French beef?

Yes, of course.

Thirst too.

- What will you drink?

- Soy milk.

Beer!

Good meat.

I'll get a napkin.

Are you OK?

Oh my God!

You're still very weak.

Better lie down.

Anton, can I come in?

No more fever.

I made you some herb tea.

I shall not speak or think

but infinite love

will swell in my soul

and I shall travel far, very far,

like a Bohemian

by nature,

happy as with a woman.

Arthur Rimbaud.

How beautiful, Anton.

You know?

Of course.

It's a love poem to Verlaine.

You study Rimbaud in Cherkistan?

That's how I loved

the French language.

With romantic author.

Sometimes life isn't fair.

Lovely to see you again.

Piotr,

Anton Miroslav.

Maybe speak French. More discreet.

What pride for me!

Too bad can't make photo.

You must eat.

You too, Anna.

You are my guests.

No, thank you.

Much meat yesterday.

Enjoy.

Are you all right?

It tastes like home.

It's so, so good.

It's a clich.

But your first time in Paris,

you must.

Are you sure, Anton?

I have to go alone.

It's too dangerous for you.

It's better, Anna,

not know too much.

Be very careful.

Come right back.

Rumor has it that you're dead.

Rumor is harder to defeat

than dictatorship.

We need you here.

I'm in no shape to travel.

And I need forged papers.

Contact Grigory.

Wounded?

For fever.

Acetaminophen.

Four times daily, at most.

For infection, antibiotics.

You have to eat at the same time.

During meals.

Intestinal flora...

No, nothing.

Until it heals up.

This is your apartment.

Drassjna.

Must have changed a lot since then.

I wish you could have

met my grandfather.

Igor Zvenka.

He would've been proud to know you.

Anna Zvenka,

need to have

honest talk with you.

No! Don't say a word.

I feel the same way

about you, but...

we mustn't. it's too trivial.

It would ruin everything.

I bought this long ago,

at a flea market.

I started alone, but...

Let's speak only Cherkistani, OK?

I've always wanted to learn.

This is my chance.

I said it wrong?

My accent isn't great?

Guarazd = OK

I need practice.

Small spelling mistake.

Maybe better, me first learn French.

Then you Cherkistani.

But you have a talent for French.

You understand most of what I say.

More than yesterday.

So-so.

Teach me a little.

For example,

how do you say, "I love you"?

Guarazd means "OK".

I know that, but...

"I love you"...

Tsyboulya - porey = leeks

Tsyboulya - porey.

That's "leeks".

Sparja is asparagus.

Harbouz.

- That's pumpkin.

- Pumpkin.

Actually...

There's a misunderstanding.

In English...

Italian, Ti amo.

Te quiero in Spanish.

And in Cherkistani...?

Many different ways to say.

Fine, but the most common way.

Lovya.

Lovya, mintya.

Relax!

Just my friends

for a "shop my closet" party.

I forgot to cancel.

I'll send them away.

Anna Lempereur-Zvenka here.

Leave a message at the tone.

Excuse me.

- Where was I?

- The plans.

Now, here...

Well, you take it...

Sorry, Anton.

And then, I break loose!

And I approach behind guard.

And him I strangle!

Up against bars.

I steal key

and I jump out of window.

Three stories!

Sprain ankle.

No problem.

No problem!

I turn. Eight soldiers.

Attacking me.

Kalashnikovs!

I run, run.

Zigzag through bullets.

Ow, ankle! Zigzag!

I jump in river.

Iceshski.

Not move.

Not breathe in water.

Make bubbles.

Right, or they shoot at the bubbles.

Of course.

Swimming underwater.

Dark and swim.

Two bubbles, no more.

I touch boatsky.

Ship!

I climb up.

Big screws.

There, a Russian vessel.

Relief.

I go in France,

hiding bottom of ship.

And here I am.

What a story!

What a life!

More exciting

than a "shop my closet" party!

Thank you to Anna Zvenka,

who saved me from French police.

Great courage.

Bravo, Anna.

Don't applaud me.

It was my duty as a humanist.

Great men like Anton

are writing history

with a capital H.

Working for a just world.

I propose a toast,

to the hero of the Balkans!

Kvanya!

It's all right, all right.

It's just Constance.

She's always late.

Raspberry! Come here!

Constance, this is embarrassing.

Could you get your dog?

Raspberry, heel!

Maybe they tortured him

using rabid Chihuahuas?

Yeah, maybe.

That's the first time

Raspberry scared someone.

He does seem very sensitive.

Good night, girls.

Mum's the word!

Don't worry!

People have phobias, Anton.

Even the bravest people.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

You're phobic about little dogs.

That's all.

Sure, in your case it's very...

unexpected.

You were very scared of Raspberry.

Raspberry...

Wait, stop!

I had a wonderful night.

My best ever.

I don't feel guilty at all.

I'm even happy.

Thanks to you.

I know.

You're devoted to your cause.

No woman should stand in your way.

Hush.

You must go back to the civil war.

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