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Come on! Come on!

Look! keep going.|Keep going!

We must keep going!|Get up!

Get up!

Activity,|or we die right now.

You know|how fast the dogs are.

Run, damn you!

Mister, come on,|look at me.

Is it time for me|to carry you?

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

Janusz, we can't see anything!

The snow is blinding us!

Janusz!

I need your knife!

Give me the knife!

Your knife!

Janusz, we must take shelter!

We can't go on!

Don't you see?|This is perfect!

They'll never find us like this.

Never!

You stare at me|like snake at rabbit.

He teach me English.

Speak good?

Bread for words,|wasn't it, cowboy?

How far have we come?

Maybe 20, 30 kilometers.

That's all?

Less, if we've been|going in circles

like chicken without head.

All right,|let's see what we have.

Everyone, come on.

We share everything.

And you?

What?

Do you have?

And that coat.

It's not your coat.

That is Khabarov's coat.

Yes, he gave me.

And...

See?

He was going to inform.

Don't worry. I talk to him.

Everything okay.

You've made a bargain|with the devil.

You realize that?

Do you have a knife?

For direction he uses grass|and the mosses. What's that?

I swear to God|he better know what he's doing.

You should be grateful|you're here at all.

Grateful is for dogs.

What... what's that?

Woives. It's only wolves.

Only wolves.

South.

To Lake Baikal.

You are the Pakhan.

Am I?

What is a Pakhan?

Boss of Urki.

We are not criminals.

We are escaping from criminals.

I have been watching you.

And I swear to God|you win my respect

with your sticks and pine cones.

I'll come between you and death.

So you want to be my bodyguard?

It's the Urka way.

You have me,|and you have the Wolf.

Janusz, how long|till we get to the lake?

How long?

Three, four weeks.

Maybe more.

I have us here somewhere.

And down here,|the Trans-Siberian Railway,

and the border of Mongolia.

Mongolia seems so far away.

Mongolia? I go more.

To America.

It's like this...|we have food for another week.

We have no more matches.

But still we have|Khabarov's flint.

We need meat.

I can make traps.

We'll be moving too fast|to wait for traps.

We find farms, villages,|get food there.

Look, there's a bounty|on our heads. Remember that.

We steal it. At night.|They never know.

We are not thieves.

Then I'll steal it,|and I'll eat.

You can watch.

What is that?

Barbed wire.

He's making a fish-hook.

That's how we will survive.

With fish?

But I don't eat fish.

Then you'll die.

Come on,

we need to make a fire.

Come on, lots of wood.

It'll be 40 below tonight.

Tomasz?

No, no, not too much,|not too much.

Kazik?

Kazik?

He's still out,|looking for wood.

He has night blindness.

Kazik!

Kazik!

Janusz!

Janusz!

Professor.

I came from the mine|to find you.

I thought I was alone.

I've been walking with you|for some time.

I'll... I'll just sit|for a minute.

Not far to go.

We made it.

We really made it.

Isn't that something?

Lord, take this|innocent soul into thy keeping.

Amen.

A free man died here today.

Still, one less mouth to feed.

What?

They'll find our bones|and your drawings

a hundred years from now

and say "Look, a fine|example of Early Gulag Man."

Shut up with your jokes.

Go and find food|like the others do.

You do the shutting up!

Drawing all day|like you're on holiday.

I'm sick.

I cook. They find food.

What do you ever do?

Nothing.

But I make you all laugh.

No, not anymore, you don't.

So...

who will be first?

What do you mean, first?

The first to die.

I think the artist.

But better if it was him,|the funny man.

Why better if it's Zoran?

More soft.

More... tender.

Mister only catch|little fish now.

We must have meat,|or we die here.

You're the Pakhan,|you've thought of it.

We all have.

That's why you brought|extra people, isn't it?

For food?

No, no, no.

We will get more food|when we get to Lake Baikal.

There will be|plenty of fish there.

You said we would have|seen lake a week ago.

We're lost, Pakhan.

Look, if I...|if I find the lake,

I will be back in a week.

If I don't, well,|you're on your own.

I know.

Our friend Valka.

Don't let him|out of your sight.

Here.

Fresh this morning.

Thank you.

Good luck.

And you.

Janusz!

I saw it. I saw it.

I saw the Lake.

Easy, easy.

Three days from here.

Stones! Gather stones!

Heat them in the fire!

What is it?

Psst. Psst.

Pssst. Hey.

Someone's been following us.

He's behind that|dark clump of trees.

If he gives us away,

they'll be all over us|in no time.

He's right.|We have to do this.

No killing.

No?

I think you've killed before.

You say too many prayers for|an innocent man.

Valka, you go behind

in case he makes|a run for it. Go.

Spread out, spread out.

Valka, no.

No!

We... we won't hurt you.

A Polka.

Polka? What does he want?

I don't know.|It's a girl.

And she's Polish.

She's been following us|for several days.

And what?

Well, she needs food,|you know, protection.

She's been too afraid|to approach us

until she was sure|we weren't Russian.

She wants to travel with us?

She's on the run, like us.

She'll slow us down.

She said she's escaped

from a Russian|collective farm.

I know this type...|street gypsies.

There are thousands like that,|less use than a dog!

Pakhan, don't do this.

Oh, come on.|She's starving.

We can barely feed ourselves.

Yeah, maybe it's kinder|to leave her.

No, she was sent to us.|We can't leave her.

Janusz, we have no choice.

Stay back.

Stay back.|Careful of the mud.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

Valka.

Here you are.

Find some wood.

Her name is Irena.

Is the soap ready?

Yes.

Ah, good.

Stir.

Well?

What's so funny?

Are you...

you are going to the office|this morning?

Valka?

Valka.

Come on.

You're next. Go, go.

Valka, come on!

Now take off your shirt.

Why do we do this?

So we don't look like|thieves and robbers.

Head up.

Now, still.

Very still, please.

Head up.

More.

Nyet.

You know, I can't|believe she's Polish.

She's... she's educated.

Speaks good English, French.

Is that right?

You don't like her, do you?

Speak to Valka about her.

He doesn't even think|she's Polish.

Well, I did speak to him.

And the others.

They agree she comes with us.

What, you disagree?

There's no room for|sentimentality, you know that.

Apart from food, she'll slow us down.

No, it won't take our weight.

We'll have to swim across.

Can you swim?

Yes, Mister.

You wouldn't lie to me.

I'm not lying, Comrade.

And don't call me Comrade.

Irena, no!

Here, come on.

Here, take the food.

Were your parents|arrested with you?

They're dead.

We lived on a farm|outside Warsaw.

When the Russians came,

they said we were kulaks

and exploiting the peasants.

My parents were afraid|and hid me in the barn.

I found them later.

I...

I found them face-down|in the mud.

They'd been bashed|and strangled with barbed wire.

Later, the Russians caught me

and sent me|to a collective farm.

They were cruel to me.

I ran away.

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