Cargo 200 movie script
Text / [Russia] Alexei Balabanov
Translated by Luo Jiao
"Artem, tell your mother that I'll see her in two weeks," a man in his 50s said apologetically. He was wearing a military shirt with the colonel's epaulets. "It's really..."
"Okay," the other man said, taking a sip from his glass. He looks about 45 years old. The two sat drinking beer at the table by the window in the room, and outside the open window was the view of the ancient Russian city. "I just happened to be going to Leningrad. There are still things to do before school starts," added the man named Artem thoughtfully.
A moment of silence. Twilight is coming. It was mid-August, but here, in the west, it was still chilly.
"You seem a little lethargic...are there any troubles in college?" the colonel asked.
"No, it's still the same... Noisy... Potapov tried in vain to sit in the chair of the department... But..." Artem waved his hands helplessly and looked out the window.
"What about home? Is everything okay?"
"It's all right, thank God... Lena is very busy with work..."
"Why do you believe in God?" said the colonel teasingly.
Artem smiled knowingly at the joke. The colonel also smiled and looked out the window.
Downstairs, a girl and a young guy walked along the street park. The girl said something with great interest.
"Look, here comes your eldest niece and her fiancé..." The Colonel was refreshed. "How is your Slavka? I don't seem to have seen him for a long time... When I got back to you, he went What kind of tourist station..."
"Yeah, this Slavka bothers me too... You know, Misha, they're different... I really don't understand him. You see. We're all on our own... You graduated from high school and went to the military. After I retired, I was admitted to university, graduated with honors, stayed in school to teach, and joined the party... How much effort I put in, how much effort I spent... I finally got a house in the city center... As for him, Yi Lai stretched out his hand, rice Come to open your mouth, everything is ready for him, and he is disrespectful to us... and even looks down on us. In order to prevent him from dying in Afghanistan, I forced him into the university. Do you think he can study? Bah!..." Artem made a contemptuous gesture, "Party all the time...you know the word?" "Some kind of underground concert...Rock...I wait every day to get a call from the police department...Look, here's a recent photo of him." Artem handed his brother a photo of a group of avant-garde, A young man with a cheerful expression on a street in Leningrad. Mikhail took the photo and smiled. "I've played by the rules all my life, you know, and it turns out—no one takes it seriously now. I've become useless too. I'm not old, but it feels like: it's over...something's gone forever Back, and I don't understand what's coming... When Andropov (Note 1) died, everyone was ready to move... Our faculty, the faculty of scientific atheism, and the history department... I haven't mentioned the students yet.…”
A girl of about 18 and a tall, handsome guy between 20 and 23 with long light hair entered the room.
"Hello, Uncle Artem!" said the girl happily.
"Hello!" said the young man politely.
"Hello, Lisa. Long time no see," Artem teased. "Two months..."
"Have you been here long?" Lisa asked happily.
"No, I'll be leaving soon. I want to see your grandma..."
"How about my brother Slavik?"
"The party king..."
Lisa was amused by the joke.
Mikhail hands her the photo.
"Wow!" Lisa said, pointing to a short, long-haired boy in the first row.
"This is my friend Valera," she introduced the boy.
"Valery Bouaze, a Georgian who has never been to Georgia," the young man joked.
He wears edgy: jeans, a leather jacket with a red T-shirt underneath and "CCCP" emblazoned on the chest (Note 2).
"Kazakov Artem Nikolaevich, from Leningrad," Artem said.
They shake hands.
"Okay, Dad, let's hurry up and have some tea in the kitchen? You know, I'm getting up early, but I'm not ready yet." She pulled Valera's sleeves and walked away.
"Really her fiancé?" Artem asked.
"No, what a fiancé...I'm kidding...but I think she likes him a lot. You know, he's a nice lad. Not like a bum. Every year he's hired to go somewhere out West. Big money back...Look at me - Colonel, Commissar, but he earns three times more than me. Got his own car at a young age...not your car...so some things aren't that simple , Artem."
"So he didn't go to school?" Artem asked.
The colonel shook his head.
"Then why didn't you join the army?"
"He's not actually a native...the check-in is done at some grandmother's place, anyway, he says it's his grandmother..." the colonel said a little embarrassedly, "well, I helped him a little...you know, now in Afghanistan 26 coffins were recently shipped back from our small place...the so-called 'cargo 200'. What will happen in the country..."
"Be careful, Mikhail." The younger brother Artem reminded somewhat solemnly, looking out the window again.
Title Subtitle: Cargo 200
In the kitchen, Lisa poured two cups of tea.
"Who is your uncle?" Valera asked.
"Director of the Department of Scientific Atheism, Leningrad University," Lisa said proudly, sitting down.
"Oh..." Valera said indifferently, taking a sip of tea. Added some sugar and stirred with a spoon.
"The university he helped me get into last year..."
"How about going to the disco?" Valera interrupted her with interest.
"I said, I want to sleep, and I have to pack my things... You said it yourself: the sooner you leave, the sooner you will arrive. My friends will be here at half past six..."
"Just go for a while..."
"Valera, no..." Lisa said flatly.
"As you like..." He was annoyed.
"You should sleep too... You still have to drive. It's a long way, and it's not easy to walk after you say it..."
"You don't have to worry about me. I don't usually go that way," Valera said defiantly.
...
The brothers said goodbye at the door.
"I thank you on behalf of Lisa." Mikhail was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that he was not used to saying such things.
"Come on. Lisa's a smart girl. She could pass the test herself," Artem said, putting on his shoes. "Where is she going in the morning?"
"Suhona. Her classmate's girlfriend's house has a villa there, and their group is going to swim and pick some mushrooms... They're all good kids... Just two days..."
"I can take her to Leningrad on the way back."
"No, she can just go by bus. She's not a big lady..."
"Okay, I'll call my mom before I leave," Artem said, putting on his trench coat.
"Thank you for the food, the quality of the stuff we have here is so poor. Did you keep it for mom?"
"I prepared two bags." Artem smiled.
The brothers embraced, and Artem lifted the box, put on his hat, and went downstairs.
On the road, he approached an outdated "Zaporizhian" that looked like a soap box, got into the car, started the motor, and started. It was getting dark.
Valera got into a "Zigli" Model 5 car that was beginning to rust, turned on the tape recorder on the seat, started the engine, took out an open bottle of Samsung brandy from the glove box on the dashboard, and drank it. Take a sip and start the car.
He was driving on the sparsely populated streets of the small town, glanced at a "vodka" store with a warehouse lock on the door, and approached an old church with the words "club" written in large letters on it. Young people gather at the door. A "Gaz" police car parked aside.
Valera shoved the bottle into his coat pocket, closed the door, and walked into the club.
The relatively narrow space was crowded with people, and the central venue for dancing was temporarily empty. The music is not very loud. On the hastily built high stage, DJ is setting up his props.
Valera looked around. Judging from the situation, he didn't have many acquaintances here, but a few local girls were secretly watching him, attracted by his peculiar appearance. He understands this and behaves appropriately. Put your hands in your coat pockets and lean against the brick post.
"Hello, Valera." A voice came from behind.
Valera turned around. Behind him stood a beautiful, long-legged girl of about 18 years old.
"Hello," Valera said happily. He obviously knew her, but couldn't remember the name for a moment.
"Where's Lisa?" the girl asked.
"Lisa?...she...going to bed early. We're going out tomorrow morning..."
"Why, you don't know me, do you?" she understood, "I'm Angelica, Lisa's friend!" The music exploded. "Tomorrow is to my villa!" she shouted.
"Look at what you said, know!" Valera said embarrassedly.
The crowd poured onto the dance floor in the center.
"Dancing?" Angelica called.
"Aha! Hold on a minute, I'll be right there! Wait for me here!" Valera shouted, heading to the bathroom.
The bathroom is cramped and dirty. The white walls are full of foul language. Valera waited in line. A young man was smoking by the window and waved at him. Valera waved in response.
It's his turn. Valera went into the cubicle, plugged it in, took out the bottle, and took a few gulps. Then flush the toilet and come out.
Angelica was still standing where she was.
Valerie squeezed through the dancing crowd, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the dance floor.
He danced oddly, but danced well, with the passion of a young man. Angelica dances gracefully.
It was dark. Artem Nikolaevich Kazakov drove the "soap box car" down the empty road, the engine humming. After a few more hums, the engine completely shut down. Artem tapped the steering wheel angrily, spat bitterly, and cursed.
He circled from the rear of the car to the front and opened the front hood. Judging from the way he looked left and right, it was obvious that he knew nothing about car repairing.
After a while, he stood on the side of the road beckoning, next to his "Zaporizhian" car. Occasionally passing cars whizzed past. So he closed the front cover, locked the cab door with the key, and walked on foot. After walking more than 100 meters, he found a light behind the woods across the road. An overgrown country dirt road leads to the light.
Artem moved forward along the dirt road and came to an open field with a rather large old wooden house in front of him. Not far away lies the cattle pen. Two windows and glass balconies on the first floor of the cabin shine brightly. Not far from the road, Artem noticed an old well by the dirt road leading to the log house. A short man stood beside the well, staring intently at Artem. He was wearing black pants and a police summer shirt without epaulets. Artem hurried towards him.
"Good evening. Excuse me, are you the host?" Artem approached and asked politely.
The man was silent. With one hand on the well rail, he still looked at Artem.
"I'm sorry, I was too abrupt..." Artem was a little embarrassed and stood on the other side of the well. A deformed galvanized bucket hangs between the two. "I drove to Leninsk and the engine stopped...I stopped by the side of the road for a while, but no one stopped. I saw your house...I wonder if someone here will fix the engine..." Artem She spread her hands in embarrassment, and felt uncomfortable with the sharp eyes of strangers.
A cow cried "moo".
The man paused, pointed to the wooden house without saying a word, still staring at Artem.
"Thank you." Artem nodded and walked towards the wooden house. On the porch, he found a three-wheeled motorcycle parked behind the house. Artem glanced back for some reason.
He went to the balcony. It was very spacious, with an old wooden table next to it, without a tablecloth, and sitting next to it was a gloomy man, about the same age as Artem, who was cleaning a double-barreled shotgun.
"Hello!" Artem said politely, taking off his hat. "Are you the master?"
The man calmly turned his head and glanced at Artem.
"Good gun," Artem said, "is a 'Sauer' gun? . . . I hunt too .
"Vodka?" the man asked.
"What?" Artem didn't understand.
The man was silent and stared at Artem.
Artem was flustered.
"You know, I was driving to Leninsk and the engine was off. No one was stopping...I thought maybe you could help...I, this, saw the lights from the side of the road..."
"Tonya!" the man shouted. "Sit," he said to Artem. "Tonya!"
Artem sat on the opposite end of the bench and put his hat beside him.
A short, 35-year-old woman walked from the back room to the balcony. She had big, smart eyes.
"Hello!" Artem said.
She nodded slightly and looked at her husband.
"Where is Sunika?" the husband asked.
"I was in the bathroom just now."
"Call him."
The woman nodded obediently, wiping her hands on her apron as she walked.
"Prepare us for dinner!..." The man shouted at her back. "How long have you been waiting," he muttered after the woman walked out.
A moment of silence.
"Where are you from?"
"Leningrad. Visiting mother in Leninsk."
"Oh...what's it called?" the man asked.
"Kazakov Artem Nikolaevich," Artem said preparedly.
"We don't have a father...my name is Alexei," the man said. "Wait a minute, maybe I can figure something out." "Are you an engineer?"
"No, I'm teaching scientific atheism in college..."
Antonina walked past the kitchen, across the backyard, and into the bathhouse. A naked lamp hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the large dressing room. Empty clean bottles stood on the bench and on the floor. Next to it lay stacks of printed, uncut vodka labels. In the corner near the door are several cases of wine that have been sealed and labeled. The door to the small steam room was open. On the shelves inside are some 10-liter carboys with clear liquids and many empty wine bottles.
"Sunica!" Antonina whispered.
"Ah?" A short man looked out of the steam room in a panic, looking like a Chinese, but he couldn't tell his age.
"Let's go, the boss called you."
"Oh...I'll go right away..." He hurriedly put a nearly full wine bottle on the bench and took off his varnished apron. "Right," he said, picking up a warehouse lock from the bench.
He closed the bathroom door and caught up with Antonina at the kitchen door.
"...this question is very sensitive. Humans have been asking this question for many centuries, with varying answers. This question is the basis of several schools of philosophy. What is primary: matter or consciousness? Marxist, Leninist philosophy against A conception of God that considers the world around it to be unknowable..."
"No, professor, just tell me: is there a god?" Alexei interrupted Artem.
"I'm not explaining..."
Sunica came in.
"Boss, did you call me?" he asked standing at the door.
"Listen, Sonica, go to the bathhouse and get us some wine, or the professor and I won't be able to talk about it," Alexei said.
"Okay, boss." Sunica said obediently and walked out quickly.
He passed the kitchen, where Antonina was pouring soup on a plate.
"The boss told me to go to the bathhouse to get wine," he said.
"Is it the buyer?"
"It doesn't seem to be, it's a professor." Sunica walked into the courtyard.
Antonina walked onto the balcony with her plate.
"Listen, Tonya, we have a professor here," Alexei said, moving the plate a little closer. "He said there is no God. That means there is no God, right?" He turned to Artem.
"Yes," Artem said firmly.
"What is it?" Alexei asked Antonina, picking up a spoon to stir the soup.
"Mushroom soup." Antonina replied, walking towards the kitchen.
"So what?" Alexei asked defiantly.
"Material in motion we can perceive," Artem replied reluctantly.
"And what about the soul? Is there a soul?"
"No, Alexei, and no soul. What about the car?"
Sunica walked into the kitchen with an unlabeled bottle of wine.
"Here," Antonina said, handing him a plate of soup and three cups. Sunica took it without a word and walked to the balcony.
"Ha... That is to say, there is no God, no soul, only matter and consciousness." Alexei took Sunica's wine bottle and poured three glasses. "So where does everything come from, like consciousness?"
Sunica sat next to Artem.
"Alexei, this is a pointless chat... Darwin's theory of evolution, I learned it at school..."
"You want me to believe that the monkey grabbed a stick in his hand and thought abstractly? Drink." Alexei raised his glass.
"No, thank you, I can't drink...I have to drive to Leninsk," Artem said.
"What car?" Alexei asked.
Artem glanced at him and pursed his lips.
"Okay, I'm leaving..."
"Wait a minute, since you're here, you have to do as you please," Alexei said. "We open our hearts to you, even though you don't have a soul."
Artem picked up the cup and drank it in protest.
"This is my own, Professor." He and Sunica also finished drinking. "Eat it, Tonya's soup tastes good," he said, picking up the spoon. Artem also picked up the spoon and ate. "Eat cucumbers... grow my own," Alexei added. "Sunica, after dinner, take the wrench to see what happened to the professor's car." He said to Sunica... "So, Artem, it turned out to be nothing?" After a moment's pause , he asked Artem, "When one dies, it's over? It's over? Nothing?!"
Artem nodded and took a bite of the bread.
"Tell me, how could you believe this and teach it to the children?!" Alexei asked defiantly.
"I don't believe it, I know it," Artem said quietly.
"Know? How did you know? Have you experienced it?"
"Listen to me, Alexei, I'm a Gnostic. I believe in the knowability of the world, not the supernatural..."
Valera and Angelica kiss in his car. The tape recorder was placed on the back seat, playing the songs of the DK group. Angelica turned her head away.
"That's music," Valera said boldly. "It's not like the club." He took the bottle from Angelica, drank it, and turned it upside down. "That's it. Gone," he said. They laughed. Valera put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards him.
"Vallera, it's very late..." Angelica said coquettishly with her hands on his chest.
"I know there is a place not far from here. The wine there is very good, much stronger than the ones sold in the store." Valera said, and started the engine without any help.
"Valera, you've had enough...you have to get up early tomorrow." Angelica was taken aback.
"It's very close... I've got this car, and it'll be there in a blink of an eye..." Valera said confidently, putting up a gear. "I'll take you all the way to the door in a moment. Unscathed!"
Car starts.
Artem opened the front cover of the "Zaporizhian" car with luggage and stepped aside. Sunica took out the flashlight from her pocket, looked under the front cover, and moved the spark plug.
"This, you go to start..." he said.
Artem opened the cab door, inserted the key into the ignition, and turned it. The engine hissed a few times, but it didn't ignite. Artem repeated the operation a few more times and got out of the car.
"How is it, is it well repaired?"
"Here, we need to clean the spark plugs...and the carburetor." Sunica said as he unscrewed the spark plugs. "Here, give me a rag." He said to Artem.
"It's going to take a long time to fix, isn't it?" Artem asked desperately.
Artem opened the suitcase, picked up the rag, and glanced at the bag of food for his mother.
"Are you Chinese?" he asked, handing Sunica a rag.
"No, this is Vietnamese."
"Ah—then why are you called Sunika?" he asked, watching Sunika busy.
"My name is Sun Weihe. It's called Sunika in Russian. I used to work in a big factory, this one, in Leninsk. Then I was brought here to bottle vodka, and a vegetable garden... I think it's better here... I like being in the vegetable garden..." he said, studying the engine.
Artem stood by for a while.
"I'm going back to the house, it's cold here...here," he said, handing Sunica the car keys.
Artem went around to the back of the car and closed the trunk, looked at Sunica, reviewed the direction of the house, then opened the bag and took out a pack of sausages. He slammed the trunk shut and walked towards the house.
Sunica unscrewed the spark plug and began to clean the carbon deposits on it.
Artem and Alexei sat face to face at a table on the veranda, with a nearly empty wine bottle standing between them, and a plate of cut sausages, which they ate with their hands.
"What do you have to be proud of?" Alexei pointed at Artem's nose, "If there is no God, that means anything can be done, right?! You can kill thousands of people People, you can only sing praises! And when I was young and vigorous, I killed a boy by mistake in a fight. I turned myself in, because I knew I was guilty and didn't want others to suffer for me, but I was sentenced to 10 years! In fact, I can deny it, but my conscience won't allow me to do it! God won't allow me to do it!" Alexei poured the remaining vodka into their glasses.
"You have to know, Alexei, that moral principles are adjusted to material and economic relations. Moral manifestations such as a sense of responsibility and conscience have been formed in primitive society, much before the emergence of Christianity. Semi-instinctive feelings of human beings Connected with the necessity of keeping taboos, which ultimately translates into conscience, it is not innate, but learned under the influence of social circumstances. By the way, the Ten Commandments in the Old Testament are far from being recorded It was created and obeyed by mankind long before the next..."
"Yes," Alexei interrupted Artem, "God made the commandments, they always existed, they were only written down later, so don't frighten me with those lofty words... taboo... we've read it too Book……"
Outside, a man in a policeman's shirt stood by the entrance to the balcony and looked in the window. Sunika passed by the well with tools. The man saw him and went to the back of the house.
"Solar City is the most prominent example of utopia," Artem said, "and Campanella is far from being the first pioneer on this path... It's a beautiful dream, but impossible, and — by the way — it’s a product of class consciousness.”
"Don't you have class consciousness, huh?" Alexei was excited. "Look at the sausage you eat, I haven't even seen it. You talk nonsense and fool the children to eat this kind of sausage. You already live in a communist society! You don't need a 'Sun City' where everyone works, takes pride in their work, and everyone is equal! But I need it! I'm going to build it! It's not as massive as you call the Soviet Union, It's here, on this land. Soon everything will change. I'm going to rent another land, buy a tractor, grow crops, hunt. The animals are already there, there will be more, and soon Tonya will be Have a bunch of babies...and more people will come here. We don't have to rely on you inhuman things!"
Sunika stepped onto the balcony.
"It's done, boss," he said happily, putting the car keys on the table in front of Artem.
"This, the engine can work," Sunika said, getting out of the driver's seat, "but don't go to Leninsk. No way. The carburetor needs this to be cleaned properly. It needs to be repaired..."
"I can't go at this time," Artem said, getting into the car, "Thank you, Sun Weihe." Artem shook his hand cordially, closed the door, and started the car.
Sunika walked towards the house without looking back.
"You said it was very close." Angelica said angrily.
"Okay, here we are," said Valera.
The "Zaporizhian" car drove past.
Valera drove forward another hundred meters and turned right onto a country dirt road overgrown with weeds, which led to a wooden house.
Downhill road. The car galloped through the potholes. Angelica was thrown upside down like a rag doll and slammed into the car door. She grabbed Valera and he drove the car into the bushes.
"Wait here for a while, I'll be right back." He said casually to Angelica who was pale, opened the car door, and quickly - although a little staggered - walked towards the wooden house.
Alexey was still sitting where he was, looking gloomily at the empty wine bottle in front of him when he stepped out onto the veranda.
"Hello, boss, I'm here to buy oil sands." Valera said confidently, sitting across from him, and glanced at the sausage that was barely moving, "It's so rich... Is the company prosperous?" Valera grabbed a piece , put it in your mouth.
Alexey's cloudy eyes looked at him unpleasantly.
"Tell Sunica for a stronger bottle. I don't have enough." Valera put a ten-ruble note on the table.
"Tonia!" After a pause, Alexei called in a drunken voice. "Tell Sunica to get a bottle of wine. There's a buyer..." he added, his voice lowering, staring intently in front of him again.
"How is your city... Sun City? Is it prosperous?" Valera said with a smile.
"You bastard in the city, don't deserve to talk about sacred things." Alexei clenched his fists and said viciously.
"Come on, come on, Alexei... I'm just joking..." Valera was a little scared.
Angelica sat in the "Zigli" car and looked around in panic. A man in a police uniform without epaulets stood by a well not far from her, watching the car. Seeing him walking towards her, Angelica hurriedly rolled up the car window, locked the door lock, and shrank into a ball.
The man approached, staring straight at her through the car window. There was no expression on his face. After standing for a moment, he walked away and disappeared into the darkness.
"Mom." Angelica whispered helplessly, her eyes full of fear.
"...The most important thing, man, that's the banknotes!" Valera poured wine into everyone's cups and said in a teaching tone, "If you have money, there will be women..." He made an indecent gesture, haha Laugh out loud. Neither Alexei nor Sunika spoke out to agree. They silently raised their glasses to drink and ate sausages.
"You've had enough..." Antonina said timidly, standing at the door.
"Aunt Tonya, bring us some cucumbers, your cucumbers are delicious." Valera said drunkenly, "you, Sunica, get another bottle of wine, but pure... what is this called? Wine, aren't we men. I'll pay double!" He took ten rubles from his coat pocket.
Sunika glanced at Alexei.
Angelica sat in the car, still curled up, looking in horror and nervousness at the direction of the well, then at the lighted veranda. When the music on the recorder was finished, there was a sizzling sound. Angelica carefully unlocked the car, opened the door, walked down to the ground, and squatted down. Looking around again, he walked towards the wooden house, first cautiously, then faster and faster, trying to stay away from the well.
High heels got in the way, she took off her shoes, held them in her hands, and ran with a slight hunched back unnaturally.
"...I used to live by the White Sea with the Nenets. Fishing for salmon...Everyone drinks there. Even children drink..." Valera said with a big tongue. "Do you know how to drink it?" He took the wine jug from Sunica, poured wine into everyone's glasses, and spilled the wine on the table. Then, with a ladle, he scooped a spoonful of water from the bucket. Alexei and Sunika looked at him in silence.
A panicked Angelica appeared on the balcony.
"Vallera!" she called timidly, holding her shoes to her chest.
Valera and Sunica turned around, and Alexei just turned his head slightly towards the entrance.
"Lika!" Valera seemed to suddenly remember something and called, "Come and sit! Sunika, give her a cup."
Sunica didn't move, and continued to look at Angelica.
"Valera, let's go. Valera! …"
"Right now, it's almost finished... Look, how they drink." He turned to face Alexei, the water in the spoon spilled out, he breathed, and drank half a glass of wine, then took a sip from the spoon remaining water. He doesn't have to eat snacks anymore.
"If there's no wine there, it's over... I'll freeze to death right away..." He reluctantly stuck out his tongue as he spoke.
"Where can he go like this." Antonina gave the girl a dissatisfied look and said. She stood opposite, with the balcony leading to the door of the house, looking at Angelica. "Come here." Antonina said determinedly.
"All Nenets wear fur coats and moccasins, and the wine is kept in the leather boots. I have a fur coat too." Valera was muttering, suddenly paralyzed, and thumped. fall.
This diverted Alexei's attention away from Angelica. He glanced indifferently at the unconscious body.
"Take him to the room," he said to Sunika drunkenly.
Angelica ran to Antonina in panic.
"This, I can't drag it alone... He's very big." Sunika scratched the back of her head and said.
Alexey glanced at the direction Antonina and Angelica left.
Antonina was standing by the stove of the large Russian hearth. Angelique Casser sat huddled on an old stool by the oven, looking at Antonina with childlike dependence. She was still holding the shoes in her hands as before. Antonina heard the two men swearing drunkenly, dragging the sturdy drunkard into the room with difficulty, and then turned her attention to Angelica.
"My father is the secretary of the district party committee." Angelica said thoughtlessly.
"Close the furnace door a little bit," Antonina said softly.
"Ah?" Angelica didn't understand and glanced at the oven. "Oh, ah..." She hurriedly grabbed the stove door cover, called out again, and withdrew her hand. "It's hot." She looked at Antonina and said apologetically.
"With that person?" Antonina asked.
"Yeah." Angelica nodded.
"how did it get here?"
"He has a car..."
"can you drive?"
Angelica shook her head and pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry.
"Don't cry. I hate it the most." Antonina said bluntly, turning her head towards the door, where heavy footsteps could be heard.
"Get behind the stove, hurry up!" she whispered, "Don't make a sound..."
Angelica jumped up from the stool, and her thin body effortlessly got into the gap between the stove and the iron-clad wall. She continued to squeeze in, then kept still, and Alexei walked into the kitchen.
He looked around drunkenly, looking at Antonina with gloomy eyes.
"Where is she?" he asked gloomily.
"gone."
"Don't lie to me, Tonya," he said threateningly, fist clenched.
"You don't want to get her anyway!" Antonina took a step back.
"Can you not?" A sneer appeared on his face that was almost mocking.
Angelica huddled in the corner of the iron wall in fear, listening to their conversation.
"That's what you call Sun City?" Antonina asked.
"There is no such thing as a wife in Sun City. Everyone is equal. Children are collective..." he said, staggering from the back door to the outside.
There he looked around and circled the house, holding on to the wood stack as he walked so that he would not fall.
"Come out." Antonina whispered. "Go out to the yard now, and you'll see a bathhouse on your left," she began to arrange for the terrified Angelica, who was squeezing out from the corner, "just behind the bathhouse, about 30 meters away, is the cow pen. You Go past the bathhouse and go straight to the cow pen. The door is unlocked. There's a cow in the pen. Don't be afraid, it's docile. Lock the door and hide in the corner immediately. There's hay there. Hide in the hay, sit there and don't go out Sound..." Antonina listened nervously. "When everyone is asleep, I'll find you."
"I'm going home..." Angelica groaned while holding her shoes tightly.
"Don't cry." Antonina interrupted her roughly. "'Going home,'" she said angrily, imitating Angelica, "the first thing you think about is—with whom, when... go!"
Angelica hurriedly went out to the yard, ran to the bathroom, and hunched over stupidly, as if someone was shooting at her.
The man in the policeman's shirt stood not far away, watching her with interest.
Running to the cow pen, she pulled the door hard and bumped into the head of the cow head-on. The cow was startled and mooed.
Angelica screamed and ran to the corner. She fumbled for the hay in the dark, ducked in, and after a while whimpered softly like a child.
...The man in the policeman's shirt stood for a while and walked towards the house.
Passing the door of the veranda, he met Alexei.
"Hey, Captain, have you seen anyone?" he asked drunkenly.
"Who?" the captain asked.
"Well……"
"Drinking again. Didn't see it," he said, walking across the verandah into the kitchen.
"Donkey," Alexey muttered, stepping onto the veranda, pouring a glass of wine from the jug, and drank it.
Sunika came out of the bathhouse, locked the door with the warehouse lock, and walked across the yard.
He went into the kitchen, where the captain was sitting at the small desk drinking soup. Sunika glanced at him nervously.
"Sir, this, the wine is almost out... I must, this, bring it back."
The captain ignored Sunika.
"Have you locked the bathroom door?" Antonina asked.
Sunika nodded and crept back to the exit.
"I, this, go to the bullpen to sleep," he said vaguely.
"Go get some firewood first." Antonina ordered, walking to the balcony.
"Yeah." Sunica nodded and tiptoed into the yard.
On the balcony, Alexei fell asleep with his face on the table.
Antonina picked up the shotgun and the felled lanyard and went to the kitchen.
"Give me the keys to the bathroom," she said to Sunica, who was throwing a load of firewood by the stove. "I'll go and put the gun away."
"Oh." Sunica obediently handed her the key.
"Help the boss to bed, he's too drunk," she added as she walked out.
"This, very heavy..."
The door is closed.
The captain continued to drink soup unhurriedly.
Artem finally drove the car near his brother's house, turned off the engine, exhaled heavily, and put his head in his hands.
"Artem?..." Mikhail, sleepy-eyed, opened the door for his brother and said in surprise.
"Let me make do with the couch for the night, the car broke down," Artem said with a smile.
"Come in, of course." Mikhail didn't remember his joke in half-dreaming, "Are you drunk?" He asked his brother in surprise. "Go to my room. Lisa is going out early in the morning. You will be woken up in the living room... Katya is on duty today. How do you drive when you are so drunk." Mikhail muttered, leading Artem to the bedroom .
"Hey, you, where are you!" Antonina whispered from the door into the bullpen.
"Who is it?" A panicked voice came from the depths.
"It's me, Antonina! Come over quickly..."
Angelica walked carefully from the far corner, still holding the pair of red high-heeled shoes tightly on her chest. The skirt was covered with hay. She was shivering with cold. Seeing the shotgun in Antonina's hand, she took a step back.
"Follow me," Antonina said, walking quickly towards the bathhouse.
Angelica followed her with small steps.
Antonina unlocked the door, put the shotgun on the bench, saw Angelica standing still at the door, and rudely pulled her in.
"It's warm here. Be careful not to break things," she said as she walked out. "I'll let you out in the morning." Antonina put the lock and turned the key.
"Auntie!...I want to go home." A crying voice came from behind the door.
Antonina walked quickly towards the house.
The captain was still sitting there, watching in silence as Sunika snorted and dragged Alexei into the room. Antonina walked across the kitchen, returned the key to Sunica, and helped him put Alexei to bed.
"I, this, go to the bullpen." Sunica said, walking out from the balcony.
In the yard, the captain intercepted him.
"Sunika!" He appeared out of nowhere and stopped the Vietnamese.
"Huh?" Sunika was taken aback.
"Open the bathroom door," the captain whispered.
"Ah... oh." Sunika obediently walked towards the bathroom, hurriedly opened the door, walked in, and screwed on the light bulb. Brush the light on.
The captain followed him in and closed the door.
Angelica sat on a shelf in the steam room and awkwardly pointed a shotgun at the two who came in.
"Oh!" Sunika exclaimed.
"My dad is the district party secretary," she said.
The captain stopped, walked over, and grabbed the gun in her hand. Then he gently stroked her hair and touched her chest.
"Uncle, don't." She begged in a voice as thin as a mosquito.
"Sir, this, don't touch the girl..." Sunika said hesitantly.
The captain turned calmly, glanced at him, went back to the locker room, leaned over and took out a pack of bullets from under the bench with the wine bottles.
"No, this, sir." Sunica had already said in a pleading voice, taking a step back towards the steam room.
The captain loaded the bullet and fired right away.
Sunica, covered in blood, slammed down the door of the steam room, overwhelmed by an empty or full wine bottle.
"Ah—" Angelica screamed in a long voice, grabbing the shoes she had put aside and hugging them tightly to her chest.
The captain looked up and gave her a look.
She also looked at him, like a rabbit seeing a python, and continued to scream in a low voice.
He put a finger in front of his mouth, and her cry stopped abruptly.
He motioned her to come over, and she immediately walked to the dressing room.
"Undress," he said.
She took off her panties.
"Uncle, I'm still a virgin..." she pleaded.
"Kneel down," he said.
She knelt down.
"My fiancé is a paratrooper...in Afghanistan..."
The captain picked up an empty bottle and looked at it.
"He's great. You know..."
"Pick up."
She lifted the skirt.
"Uncle..." she cried.
He inserted the bottle into it.
She kept yelling "Aah", still kneeling in obedience.
Antonina sat in the kitchen with her head in her hands.
The sound of an engine cranking came from outside.
Angelica sat on the sidecar of the tricycle.
"Uncle, my shoes are in there," she said. The captain went back to the bathhouse without a word, fetched his shoes, and sat in the driver's seat. The motorcycle hummed and thudded.
Daybreak. The motorcycle drove through a sleepy residential area. There is a phone booth by the roadside. The captain braked the car, got off the motorcycle, did not turn off the engine, got into the phone booth, and dialed 02.
"Duty room." A voice came from the microphone.
"There is a farm on the left side of the entrance to Kaliayevo, and there is a body in the bathhouse there." The captain hung up the phone, walked out, carefully closed the door, got on the motorcycle, and started.
"I'm bleeding." Angelica tried her best to hold back her tears and said.
Valera woke up on the floor and surveyed the room with dull eyes, apparently not knowing where she was. Then he cautiously peered into the corridor and tiptoed to the balcony. The door to the outside is open. He tiptoed down the porch, saw his car in the bushes, and at first, looking back, he walked briskly, came to the well, and began to run.
The car started immediately. Valera put into reverse gear, and the car ran over the bushes and drove down the dirt road in the direction of the road.
Artem woke up in his brother's bedroom, looked left and right, scratched his head, and listened.
Life in the apartment is already in full swing.
Artem found his belongings - neatly laid out on the floor beside the bed, and began to dress.
Walking into the living room, he saw Lisa first.
"Hello!" he said happily.
"Hello, Uncle Artem," she replied gloomily, and went into her room.
Artem watched her enter the room, walked to the bathroom, and met Mikhail on the way.
"What happened?" Artem asked, thinking it was his fault.
"The fiancé didn't come," Mikhail said worriedly.
Artem breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why didn't you go to work?" Artem asked.
"This Saturday. Go to breakfast, Katya has prepared breakfast." Mikhail was obviously in a bad mood.
"Her friends arrived before 6 o'clock. I came back from duty and they were all gone. Lisa was crying," Katya told Artem. She's a pretty woman in her mid-40s who keeps her figure slim. "Her boyfriend... made her humiliated in front of her friends... Also, her girlfriend Angelica was missing... Her father called last night - he was the district party secretary. Ask her if she was there Our house. It is said that she went to the club and never came home. This has alerted the police..."
Mikhail, in a bad mood, came in and sat down.
"How is it?" Katya asked her husband.
"Hey..." He waved his hand, "I heard that there was a murder in Kaliayevo..."
"Okay, it's time for me to go." After a moment of silence, Artem put down the empty teacup and said.
"What happened to your car?" Mikhail asked absently.
"Problems with the spark plugs... Dropped by on the way to buy them. I know where they are."
Artem was driving on an empty highway. Passing by Alexei's farmstead, he noticed two police cars and an ambulance parked at the intersection of the overgrown dirt road. Artem reduced his speed but did not stop. Having passed the farm, he saw two policemen walking out with Alexei handcuffed behind his back. Antonina followed.
After walking a short distance, Artem drove into a residential area with the name on the sign: Kaliayevo.
Approaching the central area, there is a phone booth next to a building marked "Post Office".
It was past noon and the captain's motorcycle drove into the noisy Leninsk. The town was built on a large steel company, and even though it was a Saturday, the steel mill was still full of smoke.
The motorcycle drove to the center of the city and stopped beside an old Khrushchev-era building.
The captain undid the handcuffs on the armrest of the motorcycle sidecar, while the other end was still handcuffed to Angelica, lifted the green canvas, and let her off. She had put on her shoes and walked to the door of the building, her graceful gait was gone.
First floor suite. The captain opened the door with the key.
"Mama," he called, "Mama! …"
A police uniform with captain's epaulets hung on the hanger.
The captain led Angelica through a large room with a TV on, and into a large bedroom with an iron canopy bed.
"Sit down," he said to Angelica.
She sat down on the bed.
"My dad is the district party secretary," she said. "He will definitely find you and shoot you." The captain handcuffed her to the back of the bed. "Demobilization of the army in September. My fiancé, Sergeant Gorbunov, is coming back from Afghanistan and he will avenge you for me. He loves me and will do anything for me...I want to go to the toilet!" she Pray like a child.
The captain went out. Passing the kitchen, sitting inside was a woman who was not too old, with loose skin, no age. In front of her was a glass jar with a clear liquid and a cup.
"Hey, ma-ma! . . . you'll be like this as soon as I'm gone! . . . " said the captain, taking away the jug and cup.
"Ahhhh...my babble..." The woman said with a big tongue, "I'm back..."
The captain waved angrily and walked out. He went into the bathroom, picked up a zinc bucket, and went back to the bedroom. Passing through the room with the TV on, a vulgar stage show is playing.
Angelica was crying.
The captain put the empty barrel in front of her, poured half a glass of wine from his mother's jug, and handed it to her.
"Drink," he said.
"What is this?...I don't drink it!" She was shocked.
"Drink." He repeated softly.
She took the cup and looked up at him.
He stared at her without saying a word.
She drank in horror. Choking, coughing.
"Sleep a while," he said, and went out.
Outside the window, the huge chimney smoked.
The same view can be seen from the window of Artem's mother's suite.
"Jiema, would you like something to eat..." It was obviously not the first time the mother asked.
"Mom, thank you, I'll eat later." Artem said irritably.
The mother went out depressed.
He dialed his brother's number. No one answered for a long time.
"Katya! I'm Artem. Is Misha at home?" he exclaimed.
"I'm afraid he's still in class, call his unit!"
"Why haven't you come back?"
"It's bad again... The goods 200 have arrived."
Lisa came into the room whimpering.
"I'm sorry, Artem, it's not convenient for me to say more now... you call Misha!"
"Ah...goodbye, Katya." Artem put down the microphone, lost in thought.
Mikhail, in the uniform of a colonel, sat at the desk of the military commissar of Lower Volok in Lenin Oblast, reading documents.
"When will the goods arrive?" he asked his deputy.
"There should be further notice, Comrade Colonel," the deputy replied. "At the moment, only Il-76s are known to be transported to Lenin Airport... Sergeant Gorbunov is from Warok."
"Sergeant Gorbunov..." Mikhail said thoughtfully, "You know, Major Duyev, Sergeant Gorbunov's name is Kolya Gorbunov, and it's me Daughter Lisa's classmate." Mikhail glanced at his deputy, as if Duev had made a mistake, "I know him... Kolya was killed, Angelica - that weasel Nabo Yev's daughter, Kolya's fiancée, is missing... My daughter's fiancé is also missing... What's going on? Can you tell me?"
"Mikhail Nikolaevich, your brother is calling from Leninsk," the secretary with the rank of warrant officer reported.
"Come on... hello Artem, how is mom? No, still no. Bad thing after bad..."
"How is it, have you found Lisa's fiancé?"
"No, her girlfriend wasn't found either."
"Listen to me," Artem interrupted, "what happened to Kaliayevo? When I came to my mother's place, I saw the police there."
"Oh...a tenant killed a Vietnamese...he has been taken to Leninsk...to the prosecution," Mikhail said.
The secretary with the rank of warrant officer came in.
"Mikhail Nikolaevich, the Lenin State Military Service Committee is on the second line," she reported.
"Okay, Artem, I'm sorry, there's a call from the state, we'll contact you at night." Mikhail put down the phone, then picked it up again, "Yes, Colonel, hello. The day after tomorrow? Aha... ... What do you suggest me to do? He has no relatives! No! No one buries him! How many people are there! ... I only have two people under me! I don't care if you go on vacation. After all, he died for the motherland! Go and contact the secret police, you have a lot of them there!" Mikhail threw down the microphone, "Bastard! When are you going to be a head!" The deputy looked at him with some unease. "Tell the warrant officer to make tea," he said awkwardly to Duyev.
"Comrade Naboev, we are looking. All the police have been dispatched." The man in the captain's uniform reported respectfully.
"I don't care if you're looking for it!" growled a man in official uniform with a weasel-like face. "What I'm saying is: Find it! That's my daughter, understand!"
"She was last seen with a lad in a disco, he was wearing a T-shirt with CCCP on it, not our local. No one knew him. His name was Valera, but not sure... …”
"Give you another day," said Naboev, sitting down, "and work as a stevedore if I can't find you!"
The captain looked thoughtfully out of the office window when the bell rang. He picked up the microphone, and there was a woman's hysterical screaming. He listened for a while.
"How many floors?" he asked.
After listening to the answer, the captain hung up. He sat for a few seconds and put down the microphone. Then press the white talkback button.
"Battle team, gather at the door!" he announced, his voice not loud but majestic.
Two police cars rushed to the door of a dirty nine-story building, three policemen jumped out of the car, and the captain got out of the car in a hurry.
"Fourth floor, number 87," he said.
The police ran into the corridor, the captain behind.
The sergeant rang the doorbell.
After a while, a drunk man opened a crack in the door. There is a chain lock on the door.
"What are you doing?!" the man asked aggressively.
"Break the door," said the captain.
The sergeant kicked the door so hard that the chain broke. The drunk man was knocked a meter away and fell to the ground.
"Grab him," the captain said to his subordinate, and he and the sergeant entered the room.
Inside sat a tear-stained woman in her mid-40s, her face covered in bruises and blood.
"You called the police?" the captain asked.
The woman nodded and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.
"They're in there," she choked.
The captain and sergeant went into the kitchen.
There were also three drunkards sitting inside. They looked at the people who came in in surprise.
"All stand up!" the sergeant exclaimed.
"This is my house!" said the sturdiest man among them. "I drink and have fun with my friends during my off time. Spend what I earn. It's my right!"
"I said, stand up!" the sergeant shouted again.
"What are you doing here?! Who opened the door for the secret police? Hey, get out of here!" said the homeowner, tongue-tied.
Without a word, the captain drew his pistol from the holster and shot the homeowner in the leg.
The man screamed and fell to the ground. The rest stood up immediately.
"Go to the door." The captain ordered in a low voice. "Go through the formalities for violent resistance to the police," he told Sgt.
The hostess heard the gunshots and ran over, and the sergeant walked past her with two drunks.
"What are you doing!" she cried aloud, rushing towards her husband.
"Help him into the car," the captain instructed in a deep voice. "Humble again, we'll beat him to death."
It was getting dark. Angelica was lying on the bed, covered with a sheet, curled up in a ball. The left hand was handcuffed to the back of the bed.
The hostess entered the room.
"Sleep?" she asked exaggeratedly.
Angelica looked at her silently.
"My nigger is off work," said the hostess. "He has a lot of work here with me. His job isn't easy. He's eating now, and he'll come to see you later. Want a drink? I'm secretly hiding. Up..." she added furtively.
Angelica watched silently.
"Okay, you go to sleep." The hostess finished and walked out.
The captain was sitting at the table in the small kitchen when the mother came in.
"Your wife is a little..." She tapped her temples with her fingers.
"She doesn't love me, mother," said the captain, setting the plate aside. "She had a fiancé before me...a paratrooper."
"Right! Women like men. And you..." She waved her hand.
The captain got up and left the kitchen.
He walked into the room where Angelica was.
"Hello," he said, sitting down in a chair.
"Kolya will come back and kill you soon," Angelica said in horror, curled up tightly.
The captain nodded gloomily.
"Uncle, let me go, please... I won't tell anyone."
The captain kept looking at her.
A hopelessly alcoholic sits in a cage. Skinny. The sergeant approaches the cage.
"What do you think, idiot?" the thin man asked.
"What do you think?" the sergeant asked.
"I want you to lick my ass," said the thin man.
"Okay." After the sergeant finished, he got into the cage and started beating the skinny guy. He was powerful, even cruel.
The captain entered the room and went to the cage.
"Don't hit his scrotum," he said, and began to sit and watch.
The thin man was yelling at first, and then went silent.
"Enough," said the captain.
"What do you want to do?" the sergeant asked.
"Pack up for him...when he wakes up...fill the paperwork with escape." The captain went out.
He was sitting in the office when the phone rang.
"Is it the Dzerzhinsky branch?"
"Yeah." The captain took the microphone away a little, because the voice was too loud.
"I'm Colonel Susina, deputy director of the State Military Service Commission. Please find your chief."
"I'm Captain Zhurov."
"Listen, Captain, there's a new cemetery in your district. We need to bury an 'Afghan' hero. The military service committee will pay for everything. Listen to me, do me a favor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, don't interrupt, Captain , okay. Sergeant Gorbunov. He's from our state, from Lower Warlock. Listen to me, he has no relatives. He's a true paratrooper - a hero. Listen, Captain, You, this, if you have any requests, I will compensate you later... Well, the situation is really bad now, there is no manpower, except for him, we have six cargoes of 200 brought by this flight."
The captain placed the microphone five centimeters away from his ear.
"What did you say it was called?" asked the captain.
"Colonel Susina."
"It's not about you, the goods..."
"Ah—this, Sergeant Gorbunov."
"When will the goods arrive?" the captain asked after a pause.
"The day after tomorrow, August 26, arrive at our airport, and arrive at the district at noon... Listen to me, we will pay for your shipping, Captain."
"Okay, Colonel, call me tomorrow when the time is fixed." The captain put down the phone.
Artem sat opposite the gate of the Leninsk City Prosecutor's Office.
People flow in and out. He has been sitting and waiting.
Alexei sat in the meeting room and waited.
The door opened and the captain came in. He stared at Alexey for a moment, then approached and sat across from him.
"Hello," said the captain.
"Hello," Alexei said.
They were silent, looking each other in the eyes.
"For the girl?" Alexei asked.
The captain was silent.
Alexey nodded.
"You caught that girl?" he asked suddenly.
"She's my wife." The captain didn't answer directly.
Alexei nodded again.
"You owe me..." said the captain.
"I remember." Alexei looked at him sharply, "Don't touch Antonina."
The captain nodded.
In silence they continued to sit face to face.
Il-76 aircraft landing.
Soldiers carried several zinc coffins out of the hatch. At the same time, a team of fully equipped airborne troops ran into the cabin.
Captain Zhurov and two sergeants stood by the airport exit. As the soldiers approached, the police stepped forward.
"Sergeant Gorbunov, number 348," shouted the sergeant, handing the document to one of the soldiers.
The soldier took the document and began to check with his own.
Captain Zhukov came over and took the document from the soldier.
The police took the zinc coffin and carried it to the car.
Angelica was leaning on the bed drunkenly, her hands still cuffed to the back of the bed. She is wearing her own red shoes. Several empty vodka bottles stood on the ground.
The captain's mother came in and put down the empty barrel.
"Young man, don't be mad at your husband. He is your first man after all..."
"Go away..." Angelica said with difficulty.
"Want a pie? It's stuffed with cabbage." The hostess asked.
Angelica was silent.
"Okay." The woman walked out of the room. The next room began to make a loud noise from the TV.
Angelica took a sip from the bottle and began to cry.
Police cars with zinc coffins speed through the streets of Leninsk.
Antonina came out of the Prosecutor's Office building and walked slowly on the road. Artem got up from the bench and followed her. He also walked slowly. I do not know what to say. He caught up with her and simply asked:
"Sunica is dead?"
She glanced at Artem and said nothing. They walked side by side, silent.
Police cars whizzed past them.
The captain and sergeant carried the coffin into the suite.
"Okay, let's go..." said the captain. "Register a place in the cemetery." The sergeant, who had opened the door, added.
The captain opened the coffin,
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