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Case closed?

Good.

That's the way.

The Major. Our restless one.

- Lie down.

- What?

Down. Put your hands

behind the head and lie down.

Down, down.

Right.

Major, you arrive as if

it's your home.

What are you looking for here?

Your lost youth?

Got a new one, right?

You really attract those

young ones.

Be a bit more human,

and you'll attract them too.

I've got a proposal for you.

Leave for good, right now.

Take all your things and leave.

I live here, it's my birthplace.

I grew up here.

If you don't like me,

you simply leave yourself.

You'll not live here.

I will bury you.

Don't you think, Dudaitis,

it's all your fault?

You just blame me

so you feel better?

I'll bury you too, brat.

Unless you come to your senses.

That's how we live.

Why aren't you dancing?

What?

- You aren't dancing...

- How you mean?

Sitting alone, getting bored.

Either you can't dance,

or the music isn't right.

Can offer something

more romantic?

Den, someone's knocking.

What?

Give this to Steff,

the gay type at the Parus.

He must pay 10 grands.

What is it?

Sugar, dammit.

Refined sugar.

Are you bonkers?

You're Denis, right?

Yes.

- Sorry, it's the first time.

- That's a reason.

I'm knocking and knocking,

getting paranoid.

Well, gotta run now.

It's from Werner.

I'm sorry, dude, it's been a bad month.

No money now, come back in a week.

Wait, that's not

the way it works.

Who are you?

I haven't seen you before.

The way it works...

Remind Werner, instead of dealing with him,

I can do it directly with Hodja... cheaper.

Werner needs to be cooperative.

I know you, you're operating

the soundboard in the Orbit.

Covering up as a DJ.

Neat idea!

What were you talking?

What were you talking

about Hodja?

What about him, you c*nt?

Forget Hodja's name,

motherf***er.

- Enough.

- Hands!

Denis!

What was that?

- Sorry, I thought you lost control.

- You think, you can control me?

So why calling and crying,

Control Man?

Never let life crush you.

If it's already starting,

what will come next?

There will be no next,

I'll work off and leave.

Ever shoot up yourself?

No.

Then why are you telling me

things you don't know at all.

For an hour they live a full life,

bright and intense.

Live from high to high.

What do they got here?

Some grayish sh*t.

You sell them life.

Maybe you're right,

but I got other plans.

I wanna make music.

Do you remember, how we met?

Huh, musician?

I simply needed money

at that moment.

Look at yourself, who are you?

Nobody, a foot boy.

I'm musician.

- Musician?

- Yes.

Make a monkey for those kids?

You just don't

go to the clubs.

It's hard to put in words.

It's a totally different life.

You put on the headphones,

and you see all those people.

They expect something from you...

I give them the beat.

And we all become one.

One rhythm, one pulse, one...

I don't know how to put it.

You're getting so high with adrenaline.

Like one body ready to take off.

Well, it must be experienced.

Listen...

You're a dangerous person.

You like power, right?

So what...?

Want some?

My sister doesn't allow me anything

sweet, so I have it in the street.

Look...

In a week, or in two,

you'll buy yourself

new speakers, new decks.

Another week, and your new headphones

will start to collect dust.

It's totally different life,

different bets and...

Different adrenaline.

Everything is different.

Take it away from me.

Go now, your nannies are waiting.

Where were you?

He's been waiting for half an hour.

Hi, Denis.

Masha, go upstairs.

Does she know?

Your business with Werner?

She doesn't?

Werner is the one...

from the car service?

That's him.

The one who joined you today

in beating sh*t out of Steff.

Listen.

Why are you doing this?

You're talented, you should

make music, not dope.

Dunno what you mean.

Denis, I've come to you

like a normal person.

Instead of busting you outside.

It would be a pity.

You don't understand

where you got yourself into.

- Do you want to get out of this?

- How?

Help me, I'll help you.

I'll show you a tiny door.

Help me to bust Werner.

That's all.

You'll go free,

I'll even forget your name.

What's that smell,

are you drunk?

If you don't have anything

specific on me, please leave.

God knows how many young lads

worked for him.

Some are in jail, some in graves.

He won't even remember their names.

He used them and

threw them away.

I wanna help you, Denis.

Why don't you bust him,

if he's so dangerous?

He's not hiding, you know.

Want his address?

You can't help anyone.

Bye.

- What kind of work you do together?

- Why the dick you let him in?

- I don't...

- You don't...

You don't let anyone in,

you understand?

Denis is out, good bye.

Shut the door, ready!

Is it clear?

Look, Den... When will we

start to play seriously?

I don't come here

for mouse droppings.

Den, what's your problem?

- Den, Birdie is a cool dude.

- Don't you know me?

F***ing wholesaler!

Relax, it's me.

Den.

Werner is in the club.

Igor.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Taika, my sister.

Denis, king of this universe.

Pleased to meet you.

Well, Denis, show us around,

we are your guests.

So, do you like it here?

I don't like it so loud.

- What?

- I don't like it when it's so loud.

- Why did you come here then?

- It was Igor's idea.

Let's dance!

- Taia, come on, let's dance.

- Igor!

- Let's dance.

- Igor, stop it!

- But really, why don't you dance?

- Because I don't.

Okay, everybody does...

It's just that

not everyone knows it.

So how's your mom?

She's retired now.

- Used to work in a music school.

- And your dad?

Same here.

I've taken care of Taika

since she was 3 years old.

Well, entertain your guest,

it was your idea to invite him.

Igor!

Now, now...

She's a bit introvert.

Can't you ask her out somewhere,

to a theater, or an exhibition?

Okay.

It's a personal favor,

if you don't need.

- No... no problem.

- Thank you.

Well...

What's going on?

You'd like to change something, right?

Am I right?

Igor, thank you.

What is it?

Denis, you disappoint me. This is

my club. It got everything.

Bar, dance floor. Only missing

a manager. I need you here.

Me?

You're not in form today.

Yes, I need you!

Make this the best place in town.

I know you can.

Just imagine what you can

do here with your music?

What do you call it...

"beat under the skin"?

You can pump up

the volume here.

We'll arrange with

the local cops.

This bloody Major, that headless

horseman will sometimes visit.

One can't avoid this.

Denis! You're very skillfully

concealing your joy.

- Igor, I'm unsure if I can do it.

- I'm sure.

Look at me.

Let me guess...

You want your own club.

Where you decide what's good

and what not.

Which music to play.

Here you got it. Take it!

Maybe it's possible to arrange

all matters...

With this Major?

Unlikely.

Well...

Are we taking off?

Come on.

Den, let's do some serious business.

Like grown-ups.

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