Post-Soviet Russia Era

Bert 2022-03-20 08:01:13

The original national control system collapsed, just like the collapse of a giant reinforced concrete building, and the disgraced people in the wreckage have to continue to live. Cities are still cities, villages are still villages, the cruel laws of life are no longer decorated with heroes and epics, and only the naked reality is left. When only fists and money can be used to talk, the city has become a place where heroes from all walks of life compete to enter. The Colosseum, knowing that it is a fire pit, is helpless because of the temptation too deep. Even after the rebirth of desire, he still digs deeper into the place without repentance, until he is knocked out and sucked into the marrow and will never turn over.

Daniel/D, who grew up in the village when he was a child, accidentally showed the ruthlessness of breaking his arm and digging his eyes at the filming site. This episode reminded me of a biography about Marshal Zhukov that I had read before. When he was born in the countryside of Tsarist Russia, he recalled his childhood and told that in such a closed, conservative, backward and ignorant environment, brutal violence is the only thing you can count on to gain a firm foothold. When I was in elementary school in the city, I met a classmate from a farm family (compared to another child from the same farm family, he was a bit simple and stupid, not meant to be derogatory), even if a child just turned 11 or 12 years old, The fearless ruthlessness of fighting is still fresh in my memory. Later, when I went to high school in the county seat, I happened to meet a classmate who happened to know the former, and I learned that he was famous for fighting since he was a child. , and not all the children in the village are as savage as him (because he almost blinded my classmate in elementary school, but I retreated next to me, and I can't let it go and I still feel bad about it). D, who likes music, is obviously incompatible with the damage caused by his cold-blooded and violent behavior, but the external environment dictates that one can only adapt to it. Seeing his father was a hooligan and a rogue in his early years, he was finally sentenced to prison. It is conceivable that he was a child. The environment for growing up is not very good, which reminds me of another film (shot in a certain country in Eastern Europe) where an elderly uncle mentioned a joke about Russians. There are three kinds of people in Russia, one is Thieves, one is a murderer, and the last is a person who has already entered the prison with half a foot. Perhaps the wildness of the countryside makes D, who is inclined to the artistic atmosphere, bored in every possible way. Under the advice and complaints of the old mother, he has to go to the big city to seek refuge with his brother Victor/V. The mothers who boast and prefer V don't know the real situation, just like they still call Leningrad in a closed space. The bustling city life dazzled D, who yearned for the music world, but when he looked at the works of his favorite band, he had no money, and he could only curl up and shiver in a dark, damp and dirty corner at night.

In the big dye vat of society, especially when there are huge cracks in the vat, and everyone is in danger, the old saying goes that only blood-related family members can be trusted. D, who was helpless, naturally couldn't avoid the vulgar and eagerly went to take refuge with brother V. Bald V lives in a single apartment decently. It seems that he has everything he needs and welcomes D very warmly. The courtesy of his brother is self-evident. V's career can't be put on the bright side, he is doing scavenger-like work in the underworld, assassinating. V heard that D had participated in the Chechen war, and without listening to the latter's explanation, he dragged his brother in recklessly, which shows the deep brotherhood. V is only deeply concerned about his own interests. As for what D thinks of the latter, he has no right to speak as a newcomer. D, who was stunned on the surface, accepted it without hesitation.

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Brother quotes

  • Flunky: It wasn't the Tatar. That guy did everything first-class. A real pro. The Chechen kicked the bucket, and that guy just walked off. I winged him but the bitch greased Pinecone.

  • Danila: You're a smart man, German. Tell me, what do we live for?

    German: Well, everyone decides for himself. There's this saying, "What's good for a Russian is death for a German." Well, I live to disprove this.

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