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B*tch! I won't let you get away

from me! Oh, my leg, oh, anyway...

I didn't know that you are a professor.

Tell me, wouldn't you mind some mistakes

in my notes? Grammatical mistakes...

Miss, leave him alone.

This is such a bastard! To

leave him alone? No, never, no!

Filthy scum!

- Now you can lug him as much as you like. Crum!

I'll knit a rope anyway, I'll strangle

him anyway... Oh, my leg hurts...

And who will pay?

- The state will pay!

Oh, my leg hurts... Well,

I'll drop you anyway!

Why do you battering him?

He's made of cast-iron.

If you'd tried to hit him while

he'd been alive, he'd have you...

By the way, what did you do

before you became a detective?

Pensioner.

And before that?

Before?

- Yes. Professor, allow me not to answer this question.

Alright, don't answer.

- Roger that.

So, do they have milk?

- Of course.

Milk and...

- What's the matter? Why are you out of queue? Where are you going?

It's for the professor...

Milk is sour. Sour milk! Bastards!

Suckers!

- Listen, let's get out of here.

Professor, let me ask you to open up?

- But he could hit you!

You can try, but be careful.

Look how furious he is!

Little faggots...

Calm down, my dear, calm down.

Hey, sonny, you better

swallow your stinking tongue.

What did you say, grandpa?

What did you say?

Maybe you want some milk?

Come here, sit down, please.

Why have you opened the umbrella? There is no rain.

- I know that there is no rain, but it's warmer like this.

Wind... smoke...

Are you happy?

- What do you mean?

I didn't understand the

substance of the question.

Well, have you ever been happy?

- No!

There is no need to shout.

Although, maybe once, in a dream.

Or maybe it wasn't a

dream, I don't remember...

How so?

It's very difficult to understand, whether it

really happened to you, or was it just a dream.

I wouldn't hit that guy in the eatery,

if all this wasn't about the milk.

Milk? What milk?

- Milk, milk... Ah, was it sour or what?

What's the odds.

You know, once, in a time of war, I was

drinking milk while lying on my back.

At first we were sleeping...

Suddenly, someone shouted "Wakey!".

In short, we ran to the station, and there, just imagine,

cows bellowing. Packed in cars as rabbits in a warren...

hasn't milked for three days now, udders are

bursting... One thousand of cows, maybe more.

And we rushed to milk these cows, to the floor, in various

ways. All in all, we finished knee-deep in the milk.

On the way back everyone was asleep on

the move. And I accidentally turned back...

How old are you? - Me?

Yes. - I'm fifty years old.

It's 1994 now. So, during the

war, you were one or two year old.

How could you milk cows?

Well, maybe it wasn't me.

Maybe it's my dream. It happens.

Professor, do I need to write down this conversation?

- As you wish. I feel very cold.

Is it genuine?

- The enamel is cracked.

He bent down and examining something on the

pavement. A crack. A**hole [striking this word out]

Why am I crying?

- I don't know, professor.

Maybe because of that crack in the pavement.

- A crack? Well, yes, there, on the pavement.

I don't understand...

-What is happening to me? It's

nothing, it happens to anyone.

You were talking about milk.

- What milk? Ah, yes, yes...

It's so weird, you know,

when I close my eyes...

I see white.

When I close my eyes I see some floating things,

like threads, spots... of indefinite color.

The huge snowfall in my childhood.

Little house was snowed in.

And I'm alone. Alone.

It's like your milk, do you understand?

No, I don't.

It was a terrible day.

The horrible frost.

Trees were cracking.

Why did I ask you to follow me?

- I don't know.

It seems to me, that something will

happen today... something irreparable.

But I don't know what exactly.

I'm afraid, do you understand?

- What are you afraid of?

Myself.

Listen, Professor, you were talking

about the holiday. What's a holiday today?

[words are illegible]

Hey, man!

Oh, Bosch. How much?

- 80, but I would sell it to you for 20.

Wait for me here.

Can I offer you my services?

- No, I don't need it, no...

The day is young, yet...

Hey! Come here.

What's there?

- As if you don't know...

Are you idle?

- Yes.

Wait a second.

What did you wrote down?

- Meeting with a young hooker. Congratulations, professor.

Wait for me, I'll come in half an hour.

Let's go.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Will you have a cognac? Good, french.

- Can I have a glass of water.

What is the price?

The price is high.

Rubles?

- Bucks.

What does this mean? I don't understand.

- Dollars.

Why don't you take off your coat?

- I feel very cold.

Drink some cognac, get warm.

- I don't know who paid for it.

Nobody. You can pay

for it, if you want to.

Classy cognac.

By the way, take into consideration,

they sell stained ethanol in stalls.

Good cognac.

And how much do I owe you?

- As much as you want to.

That's enough?

Yes, that's enough for the whole night.

What? I don't understand...

what did you say?

What's with you?

Calm down.

I was joking, drop it.

What's with you? What's

with you? What's with you?

I'm busy... I'm busy!

Who is it?

- Just one German...

You don't even call them by names?

Nationality is enough. Even

that's too much for them.

Have a seat.

Please, please don't

look at me like that.

OK, fine, I don't like many things too. But I have to live

somehow, I have to adapt somehow. You must understand it.

Everyone lives like this

now. Everyone adapts.

Well, you should wake up at last, you don't see

anything around you, you're like a blind man.

Well, why are you silent?

OK, fine, I'll tell you. I wanted to tell

you long ago, but I couldn't do it somehow.

Do you remember, when I asked you to stroll an hour?

I told you, that I wanted to prepare for the exams...

With that tutor, yes... Well...

I needed a flat, got it? And I was locking

grandpa in the kitchen, now you understand why?

Please, don't close your eyes, I'm scared.

I don't know... what are you seeing there?

Nothing.

The white... color.

Why did you come?

Lena, Lena... Are you happy?

I don't ask myself about it somehow.

However, I was happy

when I gave you this coat.

By the way!

Oh my God! This is...

this is our gramophone.

And I was happy when I bought

this gramophone and these records.

How can this be? Our gramophone...

Yes, mother sold it to the commission

shop, and I againbought it secretly.

Professor?

- Ah? Something sticked to your...

Here, here it is.

Come on, professor, let's go.

Oh, it's you...

- Are you tired? Yes, a little...

Let's stand a couple of minutes.

What have I done to...

deserve such a torment?

Masha, please...

- I don't want to see you anymore. Go away. Don't...

Eight days. I visited all the

morgues, all the hospitals.

I don't want to see you...

- Please, hear me out, Masha...

Please...

- Oh my God, what kind of duds are put on you?

And where is your coat?

Wait, there is a man on

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