And I'm late, stupid!
What - was she killed? Someone killed her?
No, she died.
- What from? - She choked.
How?
On the chewing.
What chewing?
The chewed bread, chewies.
Why chewies?
- The whole village makes dolls. - I know.
The doll faces are made out of bread chewies.
The oldies chew'd it, then Zoya shaped them.
But, then, she came to have a drink.
The old crones chew'n crumbs.
Zoya says, hey how about I give you a hand?
So she began to chew and choked.
Fuck'n shit...
She molded dolls for us, but you screwed it up! Scum!
No!
Zoya asked to chew herself.
Who'll make the doll faces now?
- What's he doing? - Leave it!
Enough, Marat.
- You ruined her! - Ruined...
- Now you're all here! - Sure, for the wake.
Let's drink, since we're here.
Sure, we'll drink.
We'll mourn her.
Her eternal memory.
- Marat, here - have a pancake... - Me?
Who'll shape the dolls for us now? Zoya's gone.
Zoya did it all.
We got so many arms, legs, and what? And nothing!
Scum, come here.
Enough of that, love all the same...
Marat sewed a dick on, instead of a nose.
Where'd I sew a dick instead of a nose?
Show me the dick?!
Here're balls! Where's the dick?
Shut up! I'd never sew anything like it! Never!
Give it back!
Never!
Fuckin' whores.
Fuck it.
That's what you...
Oh, fuck...
How can the locals drink this stuff, moonshine?
Why's vodka better? You should've eaten.
A Russian girl should be able to drink a liter easily.
Please, not a word about that. Filthy.
Let's take a walk.
Zoya!
You wrecked her!
Here, we found this for you.
So puffy.
And the pubes so soft.
Just asking for it... here look!
It's fuckin' just right, dammit, look.
Come on then,
Vanyusha's here.
I'll save the dolls!
I'll save it for Zoya.
Those metal scum.
Metal scum.
That's it...
Light,
and warm still...
That's it. The metal scum.
Metal scum.
Everythin'll be okay Zoya.
Sleep,
let's rest.
All okay.
My dearies.
All's going to be great.
Everything'll be great.
See now, Zoya dear.
This's how we live.
Learn it, for the best.
And to come, too, it'll be okay.
Marinka, so you're the hip one!
What?
You know, all so cool. Like all in chocolate.
Whadya you mean, chocolate? See, Zoya died.
It's strange. I can't believe it somehow.
What don't you believe, loony? You saw her in the coffin?
Yeah, I did... But still... it's a fucker.
We were at the market, both of us. I sold crystal, her - dolls.
It was fun together. Then we made fry-ups on the beach.
And got smashed and swam. Zoya, Zoichka...
Marinka, you never forgave her?
When'd you last see her?
Back then.
That was... back then? In the village?
Yes.
O, girlies. I'm feelin' shitty?
You don't fuck enough.
What, she didn't have her own photograph?
She did, the one on the grave.
Didn't like to be photographed alone. Always with someone.
Now, sisters, to Zoya's memory.
I had a shitty dream last night.
Like I was still in my grandma's apartment in Simferopol.
I'm in the kitchen, boiling dumplings.
Suddenly Zoya comes in, and hands me a jar with earth.
I said: Zoya, I asked for cream.
She says: Come on, try it, stupid,
it's real fresh, I got it, and no line.
I got scared.
I can see that she's dead.
But the fuckin' thing is that she's, like dead,
But she's still as happy, runnin' and chuckling.
She's by the door, her arms crossed.
I look at her, then I know I'll never get out of this kitchen.
Never.
I woke up.
- It's 'cause you didn't forgive her. - Probably.
What're you fuckin' saying! Forgive her!
For me being in the hospital for three months,
Or for me rotting at the station? Fuck!
Or the abortion, worse - they cut pieces of the baby out.
Fucking loonies!
Zoya, Zoyanka... Forgive me
Get up, dear, we're in grief.
Get up, dear.
Nothing's recognizable now.
No eyes, no noses.
They tore you to pieces...
You had to be so patient...
You had such a hard time... God, my dears, you are...
Oh, just to look at you...
Just to see, how great you were...
The buyers are coming - what are we going to sell?
What're we going to eat? We don't have any more dolls!
- Who'll shape the faces? - I will, I told you.
Zoya left her secret with me!
She gave me her secret, how to shape the faces.
You chew the bread.
We'll chew, and chew, but no one can shape them.
He's lying, the bastard!
No light?
They turn the electricity off at night, those metal scums.
For us to sleep.
Zoya's children - the dolls.
Only these?
These. We've got others near ready.
Gotta finish the work, then sell 'em.
What'd you sell them for?
Depends. It was enough.
What about clothes?
No big deal to sew them.
Zoya would collect rags,
all sorts...
The problem's with the faces.
The faces are hard?
The problem's with the faces.
Only Zoya could make them.
What about the oldies?
What about them?
The crones can only sew arms 'n legs,
and do the chewing.
Why chewies?
It's good material, gets good and hard. For, like for ever.
For ever! But the dogs ate it.
The dogs ate it...
Zoya loved dogs. And they loved her.
Didn't Zoya have a mould or something?
What?
A mould of the faces.
It's easy - make one mould,
slap it down, time and again, like gingerbread.
Gingerbread?
Yeah, that's the secret,
She like made each face to look alike...
But every one she made was special. Special.
She loved 'em.
Like they were children.
But she had no real kids.
You said, she told you her secret.
I thought - it was a mould.
It's really complicated here.
It's complicated here, Marina, 'cause of the metal scum.
'Cause they get evil...
Don't know a good way.
The buyers will come,
And the hassling will start again.
Hassling?
Now, listen.
Find a kid, make a mask of his face.
Then you can just shape them all the time.
Zoya didn't do that.
What mask? How will I make it?
Will I shape it all the time?
Come on! You know, a mask of a face,
like in the morgue,
they rub oil on a face,
put white clay on, and it dries.
They take it off - and you have a mask.
Now you're talking, Marina.
Only there ain't any kids here. Only old crones.
But there's tons of clay.
White, red...
Fuck...
It's hard here. You only know how to booze.
Break it, come on, break it...
Not like that...
My country dearest -
I can't imagine another country
Where man can breath so freely
From Moscow to the very edge
From the southern mountains to the northern seas
Man here is owner Of his vast homeland
All about life is liberated and limitless
Like the Volga flowing so full
The young can travel any road
The old are honored everywhere.
Nice pin.
Bastard, why'd you stop?
Go on, sing!
The pigeons fly over our prison
The pigeons have no limits
How I would love to
Be up with the pigeons
Flying away, down home...
Get up, the girls are fighting!
What're you doing?
You forgot where you are?
You thief, get out of here!
Forgot what happened?!
Girls,
my pig Borya died in the night!
Come on, you idiots, enough!
They need to take a bath first.
Horrible, awful!
What, you never go to the baths?
I go to a sauna. Of course it isn't as cool as this.
Fuck, those claws of yours, Vera!
- Why'd you two quarrel? - Whadda you care?
First 'cause of a man. Then because of money.
It's a madhouse here as it is. Now you're starting.
Madhouse's the word. I can't imagine how Zoya lived here.
I'd just bury all these old crones and dolls.
And her boyfriend - he's the pits.
Nah, he's nice.
I can see!
We should like, eat and get out of here.
Yeah. It's time to run.
Before we get covered in mould.
- When's the train? - At 15:30.
Marina, you taking any of Zoya's stuff?
Maybe a photograph.
- The one with all of us? - Yeah.
Tasty.
Hold this, I'll cut it...
Eat up,
with your hands...
We're just like dogs...
Marusya, two of 'em here still not been fucked...
- Let's drink, all four! - All four!
Down with it!
- Your turn. - Okay.
Was great, shared it all...
But you went and fucking died.
I don't want to go there anymore.
- I can't live there! - Fuck'em, all of them!
Let's go outside.
- Let's go, sister. - Don't touch me!
It's a fuckin' mess. Go inside and see.
I saw...
- I can't stay inside! - Let's go get some fresh air.
Some fresh air.
Open the fucking door.
Round piglets What, you really never saw it?
- Nope, never. - Shit.
They've been in the sixth refrigerator the last three years.
Get 'em in regularly.
A delicacy.
- They're only bred there? - For Moscow - yes.
But there's another one, near Tambov, but...
A dog - is a man's best friend.
Tomorrow at two.
- May I ask you something? - No money.
Not money. Something really important. Just a second.
- What's important? - Your boy is cute.
You know, I would like... I need to make a mask off him...
I'll pay, I've got money, 67 rubles.
- What mask? - I'll pay...
So we live,
look at us,
Zoyka.
Honey, was my pig tasty?
Yeah.
Scum!
And our Homeland will give you the possibility
to atone for your sins.
You'll be sent to a war zone.
The blood of innocent people is flowing there,
Our citizens are suffering.
As a classic said: There's always room in one's life for a good deed,
for heroism, space for us to show the qualities of a brave soldier.
What d'you mean? This is perfect canned ground meat.
Got it from the Kantemir division.
So what if it's nine years old? It's minus 28 in there.
Tomorrow if you like. And they deliver.
Who told you I don't sell ground meat?
I sell anything that smells of meat. Yeah, it really smells!