The Italian

LENFILM studios

In association with

TULOS CINEMA:

and with the support of the Culture and

Film Federal Agency of the Russian Federation

presents

a film by Andrei Kravchuk

Producer

Andrei Zertsalov

Executive Producer

Olga Agrafenina

It's cold here. They still

heat their houses with wood.

Yes, much, much colder

than in Italy.

Written by

Andrei Romanov

Director of Photography

Alexander Burov

- Everything okay?

- Absolutely.

Is it far?

It will be "tempo."

Very fast.

Production designer

Vladimir Svetozarov

Music

Alexander Kneiffel

Sound

Aliakper Gassan Zade

I said the fuel indicator was wrong.

Are we having problems?

I'm a mechanic.

No problem, Roberto.

Semyon Alekseevich,

Zhanna Arkadyevna here.

We are stuck at the turn.

Send us some help.

Editor

Tamara Lipartiya

- Care for some tea?

- Careful, it's hot.

- No, thank you.

- Hope she doesn't freeze.

Roberto!

- You care for hot tea?

- No, thank you.

I'll take a quick drag.

Sure.

Come out of the car.

I want to show you something.

Look. This is the real Russia.

Yep, a cold place.

Director

Andrei Kravchuk

Help's coming.

Claudia, look, children!

Are they gonna help us?

Hello.

- What took you so long?

- It's a long walk.

Roberto, don't get your

feet wet! You're not in Italy.

THE ITALIAN:

God, it's cold!

Thank God we finally made it.

Vanya, drop everything!

The guys have found us a car!

Hurry!

Wow, Madam!

Step aside!

Don't crowd around here!

Semyon Alekseevich,

we need gas.

I said scram!

- Cool car.

- She had a Volga before.

You know how much

she makes on us?

When they took Mukhin away,

the director drank for a week.

Vanya Solntsev!

Madam's here.

We need to show you

to the Italians.

- Who, me?

- That's right, you.

Anton, finish cleaning the floors.

Vanya, don't keep them waiting.

Wait a second.

There, that's better.

Don't be nervous.

Everything's gonna be perfect.

Can you make a simple face?

- May we come in?

- By all means.

Here he is.

- Sviridova, you can go now.

- Look at this photo.

He's perfectly healthy.

Well, hello, Vanya.

This is our Vanya.

A charming boy. Very good.

Vanya, this married couple

is from Italy.

If they like you...

they will adopt you.

You understand?

Go say hello to them.

Don't be afraid.

Be nice to them.

- What is your name?

- Vanya Solntsev.

And I am Roberto.

Claudia, this is Vanya.

Ciao! My name's Claudia.

The lady says her name is Claudia.

And the man is Roberto.

- And you didn't want to come.

- Who didn't?

- Charming boy.

- They like you.

Let's give them a chance

to get to know each other.

- Let's go.

- Where?

We've got work to do.

- With your permission.

- Of course.

It's going fine. At last!

What have you gathered

here for? Scram!

I think they're connecting.

- Everything's fine.

- Right.

With me, it's always fine,

thank God!

I think I deserve a small...

- I got an "A"!

- ...a little...

- Hello, Zhanna Arkadyevna.

- ...advance payment.

All right.

But first we'll go see the other kids.

What's with the fuel?

I sent Nikolaev to get some.

Taste good, dude?

Very.

Kolyan!

Wait, Kolyan!

- Bring any tobacco?

- Right.

Lay off!

- The clutch okay?

- Okay.

Careful, the tires are bald.

Give me a smoke.

Beat it.

You bring the gas?

- 96?

- Like you said.

We'll see.

Look at that!

- Sh*t.

- Can you tell by the taste?

Come on.

- Who are they showcasing?

- Solntsev.

- How's it going?

- They've been there an hour.

- Where from?

- Italy.

Lucky dog!

Was it you who "borrowed"

the Volga side windows?

- What Volga?

- Stop playing the fool.

Where did you see a fool?

In the mirror?

You shouldn't look

in the mirror that often.

Next time I'll stick

your feet up your ass.

Watch your language.

You're expendable too.

I'll teach you.

My bag!

- Gotta take my bag.

- Hello.

- My name is Roberto.

- It's good to meet you.

- I'll help you.

- Come on.

- Nikolaev, you brought gas?

- Right.

I want everything to be perfect.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Get the rags and wipe it clean!

Beat it! Scram!

Very good. Next.

Go quick.

Come here. Stand here.

And you can go.

Here. Good girl.

Look here and don't blink.

That's right.

I told you not to blink.

- Are we having lunch?

- No. Once more.

Say your good-byes.

Semyon Alekseevich,

the court is in two months.

See to it that everything's okay.

Signori, tempo.

Get in the car, please.

You'll come with us to Italy, Vanya.

See you soon.

- You happy?

- Yes.

In two months, we'll get the papers

ready and they'll take you away.

How is Alesha Mukhin doing?

Alesha Mukhin?

I know he's fine. Here.

- Thank you.

- All right, let's go.

Good-bye, Vanya!

- Did you smoke today?

- No.

Don't lie to me. You're not

going outside tomorrow.

Tea's ready.

Is everyone having tea?

- Sure.

- Get the glasses.

The TV set broke.

Today's football.

Well, fix it.

Hey there, Sery.

Here, trophies.

- They visited the little boy?

- Not you, for sure.

- You're impossible to feed.

- Right, I'm starving.

See if the potatoes are ready.

Potatoes are on the stove.

A first aid kit.

Could be useful.

Sery, Grisha wants reimbursement...

for the Volga mirrors.

- It's raw.

- A tape recorder. That's cool.

- Timokha, tea?

- Make it extra sweet.

- Stop clicking! Beat it!

- You tired?

Nope.

- Moron.

- Lay off.

Hey there, Irka!

Hello, beautiful!

Here.

Where's Katya?

Went off with the truckers.

- You cold?

- Freezing.

Let's buy a new TV set.

The tube died.

- We'll see.

- Must be warm in the cab.

- Shut up.

- No offense.

Tea?

- Don't touch that!

- I bet they're sweet.

Wait.

It's damn hot!

In Italy it's warm,

and hookers make good money.

You forget about

the almighty Mafia.

Cosa Nostra.

- Look who's here!

- Hi, Vanya.

- The "Italian"!

- Hooker, you in for potatoes?

Nothing like hot potatoes!

They gave me toys, too,

but I left them in the bedroom.

Forget it.

Here, buy the little boys shoes

at the flea market.

Dessert.

Take that to your friends.

It's your day.

I'll go see that they

don't overeat.

- Tea?

- No, I have to go.

Bye. You're one lucky boy.

If you only knew

How my hands miss the helm

Got stoned again.

I'm so happy for you. Honest.

Let's race for it.

- I'm telling the truth.

- Oh, get away.

Vanya, Sery told me...

that there are good foreigners

and bad foreigners.

The bad ones take the kids

for spare parts.

- What spare parts?

- Organ transplants.

Eyes, kidneys.

You saw off your hand,

you need a new one.

My foreigners are not like that.

I like them.

Maybe they're normal.

Send me something...

to let me know you're okay.

Like what, for instance?

- Like today's chocolates.

- You got it.

Now you get the message?

- Get him up.

- Get up!

Never steal from your friends.

- Why'd he get that?

- For stealing.

Kolyan can kill for that.

Guys, Mukhin's mother has come!

- What mother?

- The one who abandoned him.

Get out!

I said get out of here!

And you have the guts!

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