Tiski Page #4

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Igor, you know well

what I mean.

Let him go,

let him live his life.

- You'll leave for the cruise.

- No. - Yes!

You thought I'll watch you

hide and cry forever?

You wanted a new life,

here you are.

You wanted a guy,

here's a guy.

How dare you say that?

Have you got no heart at all?

It's your fault.

It's all your fault!

Easy for you! It's many years ago,

and you still pick in the past!

To make me feel guilty!

- Bastard... - Sit down, b*tch!

- Shut the f*** up!

Don't you dare shout at him, bastard!

I hate you, murderer, I hate you!

Calm her down.

Forgive me, please.

I didn't want it like this.

- Den!

- I'm busy.

We need to plan the afternoon.

Do you have 5 grams of coke?

Paid in cash.

Lay off.

- Everyone knows you're dealing.

- Beat it or I'll stuff your mouth!

Okay, okay.

Masha, that's all.

Now I've told you.

- Please, forgive me.

- I want to know everything.

This is everything.

They both push me.

Both.

They both say it.

"Deal, deal, deal, deal... "

You've no idea how many people

started to shoot because of me.

I'm basically

Werner's right hand now.

I'm at a loss.

I don't know anything.

Have you slept with her?

- I don't give a damn about her.

- Don't lie.

Please.

Tell me the truth,

did you sleep with her?

No.

- Masha.

- I'm going.

Where to?

Moscow.

Are you going too?

They will find us.

- You don't know Werner.

- I don't wanna know! Are you going?

I'll go to the compartment.

- I'm coming.

- Okay.

- Listen, what do you...

- You idiot... you idiot!

You know what Werner will do

with your girl when he finds you?

And be sure he will.

Do you love her

or you don't give a damn?

I see you're messed up in it.

But why draw her in?

Go alone...

Rich girl.

Live your life.

I've changed my mind.

Sorry.

- One more time, and I'll kick you out.

- Bullet, you're wrong.

Wrong?

Show me your hands!

What is it? Sweet oblivion?

Yes, amigo?

Get the f*** out of here.

Now.

Den, are you nuts or what?

- Our DJ shoots at the soundboard.

- It's his business.

No, it's our business.

We're losing money.

And why do you need money?

Buy yourself a white fur-coat,

like Roy Jones?

A garbage truck for daddy?

Want some?

Den, get some sleep.

Denis!

Look, what do you want?

Why are you here all the time?

- I just came.

- Well... just leave then.

Is it clear?

Piss off.

- You're not nice.

- It's my business. Personal.

Nice or not,

don't care about me.

Mole!

I'm going.

You got to work.

Hold on.

I must ask you something.

I wake up at night...

And weep.

I f***ing weep.

Tears pouring.

What is it?

Dunno. Go and work, Casanova.

Den's out, I'm back at work.

Don't tell anyone!

- Don't worry.

- Anyone at all!

Don't try to make me feel pity.

It won't work.

- Little brother, please.

- Give me money.

- Tomorrow.

- Then tomorrow.

- Anything you want.

- Hands off.

Don't you see how bad I am.

What were you thinking before?

Stand up.

- Stand up now.

- Please.

Come back when

you have money.

Whatever, please!

Thank you.

Hold on, hold on.

Hold on, Bullet.

I'll find him.

I won't let this sh*t walk on earth.

I'll kill the bastard.

Take him away.

Hey pal. Get up, get up.

Come on, let's go...

We'll leave him by the road.

As if he was killed by street scum.

No link to us.

- Make sure there's no blood

in the car. - Okay.

Denis, that's the only way.

No, we can't do it like this.

We can't.

Stop the car.

Stop the car!

It's over.

- He's my friend! Treated like a dog!

- Stop yelling!

What could I do?

He chose this path himself.

Pull yourself together!

Denis!

- Stop it.

- Let me go!

Don't keep it inside!

Let it out! Cry, cry!

Let it out.

Igor said you're not alright.

I thought that...

maybe I could help you.

- I don't love you.

- I know.

May I visit you sometimes?

- Listen son...

- I'm not your son.

- Denis, I understand...

- Major...

Do we need to be friends?

Not necessarily.

Want some?

Okay.

Werner is going to meet Hodja.

Where and when?

Hey, Svetka.

I lived in this house,

see the second window?

Right there. See those red doors?

Lyudka lived there.

- Those b*obs, size XXL.

- XL, good morning.

- Hello, Igor.

- Hello, man.

- Good to see you.

- What's up?

- Normal, and you?

- Thank God, all right.

Let's work.

- Nice seeing you.

- Good luck.

Let's go through there.

That was our headquarters.

Here we played cops and robbers.

Denis, give him the bag.

Good morning, Galina Semenovna.

Good morning, Igor.

- How is your mother?

- Not bad.

Good morning.

Well Denis...

This is how we live.

Search everything.

- Keep searching!

- We are searching.

Don't stop!

Dudaitis.

Why don't you check my ass?

Definitely.

Gosha, check them out.

- I'll kill you!

- Everyone, freeze!

Volumes increase, risks increase.

You gotta start to re-insure.

- How many dealers have you?

- Five.

One is a duffer, I know.

Do nothing yourself, let nothing

pass through your hands.

Let Mole handle the dealers.

- Do you trust him?

- Yes, his is my friend. - Okay.

If something happens, he'll get

busted. He won't rat on us.

Friendship is a good insurance.

This Major drives me nuts.

That crazy f***er...

Maybe his car will explode

coincidentally?

You wanna play with me?

Serve two masters, eh?

Are you're scared of him?

Don't be.

I'm scarier.

I think, they want to kill you.

Great.

It's just plain awesome.

Hi, Den.

What's up?

You look great.

When I saw you there,

I thought that's it. Done. The end.

Did you tell Major

anything about me?

Good pal.

You'll do well.

Just started, but you play

already on your own interest.

- What interest?

- Come on, man...

During my first year I was

really out of balance.

Shaking of fear.

Wake up at night and think

that's it, now they got you.

Then step by step I got used to it.

Learned tricks, started digging it.

- Found genuine benefits.

- Which ones?

Den, it's life at full steam.

Drugs, chicks, money,

it's all yours.

And you, as opposed to them,

can't be caught.

'Cause you kinda do

the real thing.

With the big guys.

Can you imagine?

It's awesome.

You're an ashole, Birdie.

And you're better?

How many have you ratted already?

Is Major happy?

Ashole.

Went to the church.

Lit a candle for Bullet.

May his soul rest in peace.

That...

That motherf***er...

They call him Kepka.

I've found out where he lives,

but he stays out all the time, b*tch.

We'll find him.

We'll kill him.

You and me.

- Werner is working on it.

- What the f***. It's our thing.

He was our friend.

We're friends, right.

Right?

Taia...

Taia, what happened?

Taia, what is it?

No!

Leave me, please!

Taia, it's me.

- Please, no!

- Taia, calm down, it's me, Denis.

- I didn't want to call an ambulance.

- Where is she? - Upstairs.

Wait here.

No, please!

Now, now...

Good...

It's Valium, if it starts again,

inject her 1.5 cubes.

- What is it with her?

- Not now.

Thank you for Taika. Here.

Don't worry, I will not interfere

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