Voyna i mir I: Andrey Bolkonskiy Page #3

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back everywhere.

The military board

were no use either.

I could get work loading

trucks without them.

Ivan' let's get married.

Where will we live?

Dad will be out of the hospital

soon' then what?

Ivan' you asked me to wake you !

I'm up Auntie Val !

Put the tea on.

- Why aren't you at work today?

- Because it's Saturday.

I bought some good tea' 'Akbar' !

Aren't you from round here then?

'No -speaka -di -Russian'. . .

Ah' you want lvan !

Should have said' instead

of mumbling away.

How did he get there?

I don't know.

Doesn't speak a word of Russian.

Alright' in Moscow they put him

on a plane' but in Tyumen?

He found the station'

bought a bus ticket

then on the ferry' then he

found me. Good going.

As soon as I saw him'

I knew.

Knew what?

What was going to happen.

. . . into the mountains

to hunt goats.

Let's see the documents.

And the cartridges?

As they should be by law' officer.

They're stored separately.

Alright. Good day.

- Can we have our own compartment?

- Not shy' are we?

We'll pay. . .

I can't make any promises.

Take Compartment Six for now

and we'll see.

Anything you say' my lovely!

I'll be hoping . . .

Be off with you' my 'lovely'.

Why did I go?

Not for money' that' s for certain.

But why? I don 't know.

Maybe to get Aslan.

Probably because

of the Captain though.

I asked our commander about him'

I asked for help.

He's got connections

from back in Afghanistan.

He said' 'What're you worried about'

be happy you got out.

'lt's not your war'

we'll manage without you.'

I got angry about it.

And I felt sorry for Ginger.

Where'd he be without me?

And why not ride to Vladikavkaz

and back for free?!

What were the gun and

the ammunition for then?

But we were going

to the Caucasus!

And the stuff was good'

I could always use it for hunting.

And he was paying !

Hi' guys. I'm Alexander Matrosov!

Where to?

That way.

I got it. I'll put the case

away' alright?

Hey' skinny!

American?

Alexander Matrosov.

This is John' and I'm lvan.

Guys' I'm Alexander Matrosov!

No free compartment'

so I'll have to cramp your style.

Soon the scum will clear off.

But' for now' I'll play host!

- Anything else?

- Take it easy for the moment.

They're reliable guys.

They're responsible'

you say the word' and that's it!

No going back!

Of course' they're

black -arsed scum'

but they deliver the goods bang

on time and never screw you !

And you know some major

players down there?

Come on' lvan ! !

I'm Alexander Matrosov!

Well' I might have some

business for you' Matrosov.

Hey' scumbag !

Get us some more vodka'

and get us some nibbles. . .

Look' skinny's conked out.

He was a funny guy'

Alexander Matrosov.

He was buying heroin from

the Chechens and taking it to Russia.

We got very drunk

in the restaurant car.

I saw straight away

he was a con -artist.

I didn't tell him anything'

just checked him out. . .

Arriving in Vladikavkaz!

Do you want the ticket receipts?

Hello? Can I speak

to Alexander Kardanov?

Yes' Kardanov.

They'd talked a lot of rubbish

to John in Moscow.

There was no big shot ex-KGB guy

who exchanges hostages.

The guy said he was an FSB Major.

He knew we were coming

and was waiting.

When I met him I knew we'd

landed in a right mess.

But what was I supposed to do -

turn round and go home?

You were prepared

to kill' even then?

Journalist' you go off to play pool

back in Moscow.

What's your goal? To pocket

some balls' in order to win.

Well' this is war' this is. . .

Sergeant' what're you getting

so worked up for him about?

Comrade Major' it's not my money'

so I couldn't care less.

But ten percent is steep.

He hasn't got much as it is.

Gugaev knows how much we've got -

any less and he won't let her go.

He'll either rape her or cut

her ears off - I know.

And we're late - only four days left.

The ten percent isn't for me.

There's my people'

the people in Chechnya.

It's a big operation -

an illegal operation' Sergeant.

What if we said 50'000?

I wouldn't be sitting here' Sergeant.

What are we haggling for?

You 've got the money with you?

Who carries that kind of money'

Comrade Major?

What guarantees can you give?

Serious people in Moscow

gave you my number' Sergeant'

and I don't give out IOUs.

You've no choice' Sergeant. Without

me you're screwed' got it?

Day after tomorrow'

we meet here. I'll bring the money.

There' s one condition -

I go with you.

We'd got tails everywhere.

I noticed when I got our bags

from the station.

Guys watching' gangster faces'

harder than our Siberian guys.

They weren't looking for me -

they didn't need me.

And John was in the tram.

So the game was on. . .

Listen' where're you from?

Nizhny Tagil.

Almost my neck of the woods.

I'm from Tobolsk.

- In for much longer?

- Five months.

- Conscript?

- On a contract.

Been to Chechnya?

What do you think

we're doing here?

What do you want?

I really need to get into Chechnya.

Give us some help. . .

I'm here for the first time'

we never went in from this side.

Always through Mozdok.

I've got no idea here.

If I got over the border'

I'd find my way from there.

Leave something behind

over there?

I was captured over there.

I've been in civvies for a month'

but I've got a debt to pay.

Tell me who I've got to talk to'

and whatever I've got I'll . . .

- Well' what have you got?

- What do you need?

What size do you take?

What've you got in here?

Nothing worth thieving !

That's a joke' right?

What're you looking at?

Is that it then?

Stay down ! We'll be going

through their border now.

Don't sweat it - they're our guys

on the post.

See you round' guys!

You guys are totally f***ing mad !

Tourist!

I'd noticed that he was

filming everything

mumbling to himself'

but so what?

When he spoke to me'

I understood' but otherwise. . .

But shooting a film? You've told me'

but I never would've guessed. . .

They're about to kill his

woman' and he's filming.

They're strange.

It's funny - in English 'to film' and

'to shoot' are the same word - 'shoot'.

I didn't know. He told me later.

Anyway' we went on'

just the two of us.

Keep up!

Sh*t' the map's too small !

Sh*t!

Idiot!

You're working well.

Where's your owner?

Are you deaf?

Nice!

He was nearly broken then.

I didn't go near him for

the rest of the day.

He mumbled into his camera'

I had a bit more to drink and slept.

I thought' if he keeps moaning'

I'll hand myself in to our guys.

The bastards had all our

military locations on their maps.

I even knew where I'd go.

But the next morning he's as fresh as

a cucumber. 'Come on" he says' 'let's go.'

Waiting for a bus?

End of the road' darky.

Russian ! I'm just a shepherd !

I've been tending my flock!

Listen' scum' I know a lot.

One word of bullshit and I'll shoot.

If you hear the word 'three"

you're no longer living.

- Name?

- Ruslan Shamaev!

- How many slaves?

- No slaves' I just tend a flock. . .

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