Stop right there!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Documents, important documents...
for the Lieutenant-Comrade!
He called us, last minute.
Pardon our sloppy appearance.
Lieutenant? What Lieutenant?
Lieutenant...
Molotov?
Can I help?
Picking up.
Do I know you?
New arrivals.
Landed last night.
Say goodbye to sunlight.
Who needs sunlight
when we have one another, comrade?
Indeed, comrade!
And a bottle of Stolichnaya.
We just found them like this.
The American.