The Italian Page #5

Scram!

- Is this the Number 1 bus?

- That's right.

Step aside.

- They're never on schedule!

- Hey, madam!

Oh, my God.

Which bus do I take

to get to Frunze Street?

You lost your way?

What's that on your hands?

- You're bleeding.

- I fell off a bike.

- Is that your address?

- Yes.

- You live there?

- Where's your bike?

- Some boys stole it.

- Madness!

You have to go to the police.

Come on.

No, not the police.

- Calm down.

- He doesn't need the police.

You need bus number 7.

It makes a U-turn on Frunze Street.

The boy will be home in 30 minutes.

- How will he get there?

- He's small, and he's hurt.

You take him there.

Let's go. I enjoyed

riding a bike myself.

Had bruises all over my body.

There! Number 7! You're lucky.

Be careful when crossing the street.

- Does the boy need a ticket?

- No.

Let me through.

- Take him to Frunze Street.

- Don't worry.

How did you ride a bike

with a book in your hand?

Isn't this Number 7?

They're digging up the street,

so we have to make a detour.

Frunze Street

- Is he asleep or something?

- The old fart.

You again?

Don't you ever get tired?

Anyone show up?

I said I'll let you know.

The children are sleeping.

Can we wait inside?

No visitors allowed.

Twenty dollars,

and a bonus afterwards.

Hands off.

Don't bullshit, old boor!

Sh*t!

He wouldn't come here.

Let's go back to the hotel.

- The watchman will call us.

- I'll go alone.

And you stay here.

I don't like this.

I have to stick around here all night?

Yes. If the boy shows up,

take him to the hotel.

And tie him up

so that he stays put.

And no sleeping, Grigory.

- Let me take you there.

- You stay here!

Taxi service? I need a cab.

The address?

Corner of Frunze and Krasnaya.

I'll be here. Make it fast, please.

Well?

I got you, little skunk!

Stop!

I said stop!

Misha, your jingling's

getting on my nerves!

Help! He wants to kill me!

- Are you nuts?

- He wants to kill me!

- Don't make me force you.

- What's going on here?

Lay off! It's none of your business.

- What was that?

- Stop pushing me.

He ran away from an orphanage.

You catch him, you get a bonus.

- He's lying!

- Must be a rich orphanage.

- You'll get your money.

- You're not a fag, by chance?

You're a fag!

- Hey, maybe he's right.

- Get off me!

Hey, don't go wild on us!

We don't sell children.

What are you looking at?

Son of a b*tch!

Now you're a dead man!

Watch it!

Go on, scram!

- What are you doing?

- That's enough!

That's what they invented

the telephone for.

A boy, six years old.

Looks like it's him.

So they're looking for you?

- I don't know.

- Get down.

They offered me big money for you.

Sit down.

Now tell me about yourself.

Only I want the truth.

I can tell a liar right away.

I lived here.

- Ivan Solntsev.

- That's me.

You're one of our kids.

So that's how it is!

They're selling kids for money.

The country's heading downhill.

You know how many newborns

we got now?

No.

Almost 20.

Twenty mothers

refused to be mothers.

What's gonna happen next?

Eat, son.

A woman came here this winter.

Went down on her knees.

Begged for help finding her son.

Where was she before?

The police took her away,

but each time she came back.

Then she disappeared.

The police will take you away too.

Because you're a runaway

and your mother abandoned you.

Abandoned such a fine lad! B*tch.

You know why

I didn't become a colonel?

- Why?

- I didn't kiss ass.

And I always took responsibility.

Stay put, I'll be back soon.

Ivan Solntsev.

There was this director here,

San Sanych.

He loved to give

his wards big names.

Pavel Korchagin,

Lesna Meresyev.

Thought a big name would help them

make their way in life.

He was a good man.

May his soul rest in peace.

You know who Vanya Solntsev was?

No.

And you said you could read.

He was adopted by a regiment

and was a scout

with an artillery battery.

I served in the artillery myself.

Don't look at me like that.

I found it.

Vera Gennadyevna Solntseva.

Apartment 3.

Apartment 3.

So Solntsev is

your real name after all.

Yes, thank you.

All right, artillery man, it's night.

And we don't know

if she still lives there.

I'll go check that out

in the morning.

If she moved,

you can stay here.

Now go to sleep.

Excuse me, where is Apartment 3?

Over there, up the stairs.

- Over there?

- That's right.

Who's there?

I need to speak to

Vera Gennadyevna Solntseva.

Just a moment.

Hello.

Who are you?

Are you Vera Solntseva?

Me?

No, I'm her neighbor.

You need Vera?

Yes.

She is on the night shift.

- She's still at work.

- Where does she work?

I'd say you were lucky

to stay alive.

But you will have to stay

in bed for two weeks.

Great!

Vera, put a splint on his ankle.

I already did.

How do we register it?

In my name.

Yes, Semyon Alekseevich.

They saw him at the pier?

Is that a fact?

Right, I'm on my way.

Notify the police.

Looks like they saw the boy

at the pier.

Get the jeep there

as soon as you can.

I'll be waiting there.

Take this.

I hope this is enough.

And drop by Frunze Street.

- Next.

- Hey, she was here first!

Stop!

Little creep!

Game's over.

Don't get any closer!

I'll kill you!

I got you, you little louse.

I found her!

I'm not afraid of you!

- Come on!

- You won't stop me!

- What are you--?!

- You'll see!

- I'm not afraid of you!

- Stop it!

- Get away from me!

- Throw that thing away!

- I'll go to her anyway!

- Gimme that, you idiot!

Are you mad? Retard!

Go chase yourselves!

Holy sh*t!

What did you do that for?

Come here.

Let go of me!

It's all right.

Where did you learn

these thieves' tricks?

- Cut your hand like that?

- I saw them do it.

Never ever do that again.

If you hit the artery, that's it.

Are you taking me to Madam?

Do you have a place to go?

- Will you find your way?

- Yes.

Go on, then.

- Thank you.

- Go on.

Hey, it's you again!

I'll go get her.

Vera!

It's that boy again,

the one who came this morning.

Did you want to see me, boy?

"Hello, Anton.

Thank you for your letter.

"I didn't know oranges grow

where you live.

"Here it rains all the time,

but it's warm inside.

"Mom and me are sending

our best regards to you...

"Roberto, and Claudia.

Come visit us sometime,

Vanya Solntsev."

Vanya Solntsev -- Kolya SPIRODONOV

Madam -- Maria KUZNETSOVA

Grisha -- Nikolai REUTOV

Director -- Yriy ITSKOV

Kolyan -- Denis MOISEENKO

Sery -- Andrei ELIZAROV

Natasha -- Polina VOROBIEVA

Irka -- Olga SHUVALOVA

Anton -- Dima ZEMLYANKO

Mukhin's mother -- Daria LESNIKOVA

Guard -- Rudolf KULD

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