Anastas would have let me drown.
Thank you, Petja.
Eat, Pjotr. Eat.
You can eat these leaves. I'll teach you everything.
Why did you take me with you?
We ran away from the goldmines.
Anastas thought that you might give us away.
Sooner or later, they'd have caught you anyway.
- But now you're one of us. - No!
No, I didn't drown!
What should I have done? Deserted the raft with all our supplies?
- Where's my pack? - It's gone. It sank.
Hey, it's all here!
What happened to my things?
I thought maybe you had some salt.
We haven't had salt for a long time.
What do you need that for anyway?
There are cities and streets here that you've never heard of before.
The rivers are being re-routed.
Everywhere they're building, researching and collectivizing.
That's how it is in the Soviet Union today.
Do you have any salt perhaps?
Didn't you check... to see?
What an idiot I am!
Salt!
Vodka!
What luck, Petruchka! Vodka!
Why did you kill him?
Why do you think?
We have to bury him.
He'll be taken care of now by the wolves.
He wanted to steal my gold.
Listen, Petja. Take your things and let's go.
We'll get by without him. Come on.
I'm heading home, step by step.
Even if I have to go roundabout ways.
This is what I've learned: The southern route to the west
goes north sometimes, towards the east.
I'm done with. I can't go on.
We'll make it, Semyon.
We have to go on. Give me your pack. I'll carry it.
That's very nice of you.
But there's only enough gold for one of us!
For one of us!
Lisa.
It was just a dream. Just a dream.
Clam down, sweetheart.
I'm thirsty.
- I'll get you something. - Okay.
Okay! You're talking like a Yankee.
- You dreamed about Daddy again. - Yes.
It's me, Kolka!
And that's... Alyoshka!
Prisoner of war...
You talked in your sleep.
This is lrina.
Her grandfather healed you.
He heals everyone who is ill.
But he couldn't help her husband.
The bears tore him apart.
My wife.
My son.
I have to go away.
For a long time, with the dogs.
But don't be afraid.
No one will harm you here.
But you must drink and eat,
so you get your strength back.
- Okay? - Yes...
I am Clemens.
This is all we know about him.
The keys.
He wanted to buy a passport with the gold he stole.
- Imagine that, Comrade Kamenev. - I'm not interested in him.
I need the other man mentioned in the report, a German.
- Did he talk about the German? - Yes, sir, Comrade Kamenev.
Ask him yourself if that's the German you're looking for.
Attention! State Security asks all residents of Yakutsk for their help.
Be on the lookout for a German spy named Pjotr.
His real name is Clemens Forell.
Forell, I have a son!
He's my son! Mine! What a great little guy!
Look how big he is!
He's going to be a real giant!
Do you have a son?
I don't know.
- I hope so. - You'll find out.
I'm sure you'll find out.
They're looking for you.
It's too dangerous for you.
I have to go away.
Aljoshka will take you to the great forests.
And then...
... you'll be on your own.
Thank you for everything.
Argish!
He likes you and will go with you.
He's a good hunting dog, and a small bone is all he needs.
- Alright... good luck. - Thank you.
Ringing cedar.
It will protect you.
The spirit of the shaman is with you.
Go home and... forget my name.
Go now! Go!
Argish, go and look after him.
Summer 1951
Hey there! Don't move!
Come here! Move it!
- What's your name? - Answer the Comrade lnspector!
Pjotr Ivanovich. I'm from the Baltic.
My 8 years of forced labor are over.
I have to report to the Rayon commander of the MWD in...
... Chita. Here.
You have a permit?
No, I don't.
- But... An I.D.? - Yes...
But it's being sent by courier.
Otherwise I could escape.
With an I.D.
I know all about you bastards.
You know how far it is to Chita?
Far. Very far.
800 kilometers.
- Damn dog! - He's hungry.
We didn't find much to eat in the forest.
Got out and have them give you some food.
Thank you, Comrade Inspector.
We have to report him.
We will, but first we have to send off our freight.
You're lucky!
There's a freight train going to Chita.
You're going along as the brakeman.
Make sure no tramps hitch a ride.
You check the chains.
- You understand? - Yeah.
Let's go!
- Bye! - Good luck.
Attention!
Comrade Lieutenant, the unit is ready for action!
Commanding officer... Lieutenant Zykov.
- How many men? - Fifteen.
- Button up your jacket. - Sorry.
Hey, come on. We're here.
We gotta go!
He isn't here!
At the front of the train!
Be quiet!
Almost on time, Prisoner Forell.
Argish! Stop it!
It is walled within the ground, then formed and fired from clay.
Hurry, come around, craftsmen, the ball must be finished today.
It is walled within the ground, then formed and fired from clay.
Craftsmen, hurry, come around, the bell must be finished today.
Learn as much as you can.
Keep on learning.
The Wanderer's Night Song
Hush'd on the hill the breeze; Scarce by the zephyr the trees softly are pressed
The woodbird's asleep on the bough. Wait then, and thou.
Soon will find rest.
That was very nice. Elisabeth.
Go to your seat.
Who else has memorized a poem?
Rudolf.
Central Asian U.S.S.R., August 1952
Lord, forgive my sins...
Forgive me.
Wonders will never cease!
A German asks for forgiveness.
You're obvious.
There are lots of poor destitutes here,
but I've never seen a German destitute here before.
If you pardon the expression,
you have quite a strong odor.
You can freshen up at my home.
I want to help you.
Is it a long way?
You have trouble walking?
It's better to take the side streets.
Soviet Police Headquarters
Come with me.
My brothers...
We came from Poland.
I went to the Soviet Union, and they went to Gdansk.
An uncle of ours lived there.
I burned it...
... when I received the news that... that also...
Take sugar.
Were you in a camp?
Why did you burn the photograph of your brothers?
Because I can't look them in the eyes.
I'm sorry.
That's easily said.
What shall we do with you now?
You need a passport.
- A passport? - You can't cross the border otherwise.
Do you have a name that you've chosen for yourself?
- Pjotr. - Pjotr.
Pjotr Ivanovich Ulyanov.
That's about as common here as Hans Peter Muller in Germany.
Why are you doing this for me?
You want to know why a Jew would help a German?
Although you Germans killed my brothers.
Not all of us knew about it.
Of course not.
You'd have fought to save women and children.
You'd have killed your commanding officer instead.
But you didn't know a thing. They kept it a secret.
You only did your duty.
I'm doing my duty, too.
We'll prepare a bath for you now.
I feel a bit queer.
At least the haircut fits.
Wait here.
It could take a few hours.
When I leave, I turn off the lights.
Stay here in the dark.
- Try to sleep. - Alright.
No confidence?
I've learned to be careful.
You have to learn to trust people again.
Your passport and travel permit.
The trip costs nothing.
A Soviet achievement.
Now listen, Pjotr Ivanovich Ulyanov.
You're Latvian. That explains your accent.
Memorize the information.
You have to hurry now.
The meeting place is at the end of the street.
Why are you doing this for me?
Do you have a bad conscience,
because you didn't help a Jew?
You'll have to sort that out yourself.
Go now. With a little luck, you'll make it.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
I've heard of your hospitality.
May I come in?
Daddy, will you send me a postcard?
This postcard, please.
20 copecks.
We have our suspicions about you. But no evidence.
But who needs evidence!
You don't think that I'd help a German.
I just have to know where he is.
Understand?
Yes, I helped him.
And I'd to it again.
I'd help anyone. Understand?
There's been a landslide.
You'll have to make a detour.
That'll take us out of our way.
What can I do?
Is it possible to walk there?
Yes, but it's very far.
How did you get here?
There was a landslide in the mountains.
That's why I walked.
You walked?... It's very far.
Yes.
You see... I have to cross the border today.
Here... valid on 13 August.
The Iranians probably won't let me cross tomorrow.
Yes, the Iranians probably won't let you in.
You can go across.
Thanks.
It's my victory.
Teheran Federal Prison, December 1952
We believe that he's a Russian spy.
He'll be sentenced to death.
He calls himself Clemens Forell and says
he escaped from Siberia's eastern shore.
He says it took him 3 years to get here.
It sounds so incredible that it might even be true.
That is why I granted his request
and asked you to come and identify him.
The last time I saw him was 1937.
Before I was appointed to the Ministry of Economics in Ankara.
We shall find out if he really is my nephew.
You have my complete support, Mr. Baudrexel.
Uncle.
Don't you recognize me?
- You claim to be my nephew. - It's me.
Sit down.
If you're Clemens Forell...
I'd like you to answer some questions.
Mountain Troop Regiment Reichenhall.
I gave my mother the photograph for her birthday in '39.
I wrote it on the back.
To my dear mother on her birthday.
15 July, 1939...
Clemens.