After the October Revolution and the Russian civil war,
the defeated Imperial army, led by General Vrangel,
together with more than 100,000 refugees,
found a new home in the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes.
15,000 Cossacks operated as an independent military force.
They answered only to general Vrangel and the king Alexander.
1921. The Port of Herceg-Novi Montenegro, Kingdom of SCS
The last remnants of a once great nation...
and a once great army...
Russia lives thanks to those who died for her...
And continues to live...
thanks to those who live for her.
Do not despair, Duke...
God willing, we will take the offensive again next spring.
General, your hope is vain. We have lost.
Accept it.
Yes... You surely accepted it.
While we bled for Russia, you've been organizing balls,
drank champagne, and humped maids in the corners.
You lost that war, not me!
It's my army. Mine!
It may be small in numbers,
but all of them will give their lives for Russia!
General! The Don Army Corps and the Kuban Corps have set ashore.
Morale is good. The cargo is delivered. We're awaiting orders.
And what about the imperial safe?
It's in the captain's cabin. Here's the key.
Two men are guarding it round-the-clock.
The brotherly Serbian army
will accommodate our corps in their barracks.
King Alexander has promised
all possible assistance and support.
Gentlemen, this is our home now.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
- Easy with the morphine. - Knock it off.
I'm not your husband anymore.
God doesn't recognize divorce. You're still my husband.
Perhaps before God, but before your current husband...
If you don't like it, I can stop coming.
You know me... I only do what I don't like.
- See you next week? - Don't forget to lock the door.
1928. BELGRADE, SERBIA
KINGDOM OF SERBS, CROATS AND SLOVENES
Kolubara? Kajmakcalan?
Belgrade.
Black Sun
What are you doing? That's sacred!
Don't touch it!
Dear Lord... Is that you?
Where's the jack? Go on, play.
No luck tonight. Come on, play.
Good morning. Sorry to interrupt you.
You did interrupt just when I started winning.
- What do you want? - I beg your pardon?
Beg your mum. What brings you here so early?
Milisav, answer the phone!
I have to report to the Crime Police Department.
Robberies are down the hall, murders second door to the left.
You didn't understand... I was sent by the Technical Police.
Milisav, would you please answer that phone!
They told me to come here at 6 o'clock...
Police Department.
Anyway, I came a bit earlier, and I haven't...
I haven't introduced myself...
When?
Inspector Stanko Pletikosich, Technical Police.
Reporting for duty.
Like I always say, valuable people got killed in the war.
- Technical police, you said? - Yes, I graduated in Lausanne...
A murder at the Russian church.
Good luck on your first case.
- C'mon, leave that brandy and move. - Find inspector Tanasiyevich.
Inspector Tanasiyevich? Where is his office?
- We're closed. - Good morning.
It's closing time, man. Get out.
I'm looking for insp. Tanasiyevich.
He's not here. I'll pass your message.
- Now, get out! - Just a second...
Ah, you're one of us! Sorry, I was just protecting him.
- Lots of jerks out there. - It's alright.
There he is, at that table. Get him out of here, please.
But be careful though...
Are you Andra Tanasiyevich?
Usually I'm the one asking questions.
I'm Stanko Pletikosich, your new colleague.
Well, have a seat, dear colleague.
And have a drink. On me.
Now that's money well spent.
- I'm listening. - There's been a murder.
Name?
Stanko Pletikosich, Tech. Police.
The victim's name, for Christ's sake!
Strange times... People used to kill each other at homes,
or in the dark alleys. Properly, with an axe.
And nowadays? At the church! No wonder country is in shit.
We've sinned against God, that's why.
He started first. We just fought back.
Stop blaspheming.
He saved your life twice.
Well that was one hell of a favour.
Milisav, start the car!
Wait, I'm coming with you!
Good morning, Mr. Prosecutor. This is your schedule.
- The minister will be here at noon. - Okay.
Mister Djukich, here's the court's decision.
Already?
Congratulations, Stoyan. Great job.
- I'm doing my best here... - Okay, here's the plan.
Mr. Djukich, Colonel Djolovich is waiting for you.
Let him! I waited for them my whole life.
Retype this in three copies, before I leave.
Be ready, we'll leave after the meeting.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Colonel Djolovich!
I'm awake. Just resting my eyes. Speak up...
Djolovich, I advise you to take this meeting very seriously.
Last time I slept was seven years ago.
Djukich, the IMRO killed a senator in Skopje.
Just like that.
I hope you have a good reason for bringing me here.
A Russian priest was murdered in his church last night.
Really? You really think you know something I don't?
We know the police won't find the killer.
Vrangel's Cossacks will take justice into their own hands.
We should demobilize them before they get the revenge.
That's not your job.
My job is law enforcement!
And the Cossacks have been walking around for years,
armed and in uniforms. The police can't even stop them.
Talk to General Zhivkovich. He has to revoke their immunity.
I work for the Security service.
You're the state prosecutor.
As far as I remember, your tasks were clearly defined:
Macedonian separatists and opium.
Nobody mentions our heroism from the Great War,
they see us as smugglers and opium dealers.
Sure they do, when Russians and Macedonians are selling opium here.
Deal with them, leave Russians to us.
Gen. Zhivkovich is on it. You can't solve everything overnight.
Your chair is uncomfortable. Be careful not to lose it.
The police will find the killer. The investigation is ongoing.
Had we arrived on time, people wouldn't be stepping on evidence now.
What have we got here, Zhivoyin?
See for yourself, inspector.
"Greetings from Tatko"
Nice greeting, indeed...
Boshko Tatich - Tatko.
Wasn't that the case you've been taken from?
That's right. Who's on it now?
- Inspector Tomich. - Damn it...
Excuse me... Could you please write this down?
The wounds were clearly inflicted in the heat of the moment.
There are six wounds.
Four were inflicted before death,
and two after.
Please, do not touch anything before I get the prints. Thank you.
Oh, now I get it. You're a Reissboy!
Yes, I had a privilege to graduate from
Dr. Archibald Reiss' police school.
And I earned a PhD in forensics in Lausanne.
And forgot your Serbian.
Write this down: Six stab wounds to the chest.
Weapon was not recovered.
The autopsy will reveal the rest.
You forgot the greetings from Tatko.
Did I ask you something?
Cover that body and wait for pathologists.
Would you like me to get you a drink too?
I can see you're grumpy when you're sober.
- What did he just say? - I don't know.
Inspector, should I let them in?
As if you could stop them.
Colonel, the morning service has been cancelled.
Here lies our brother.
Dead. Murdered.
What do you have to tell me? What happened?
What did your brother, an honest priest,
have to do with the late Boshko Tatich, aka "Tatko"?
None. I don't even know who that is.
Really?
You don't know who Tatko is,
but you claim the priest had nothing to do with him.
Was there something in the altar?
Why, you found something?
No, no. Just asking.
I noticed it's broken, so I wondered if it wasn't another act of revenge.
Colonel?
Tell them to take their men out of here,
and let us take over the investigation on our land.
This is my land, young man. Only the church is yours.
When will you finish the crime scene investigation?
I can't tell... It would probably go faster,
if some dubious characters weren't messing with my investigation.
Bukovo village, Macedonia, Kingdom of Yugoslavia
Trnavatz, who's the new boss that replaced Tatko?
I don't know. Nobody saw him.
- That's scary. - Scary, indeed.
Damn, this is good...
From Tikvesh. Non-baptized.
And the goods? Were they baptised?
No. We had a funeral.
What was it this time? Tuberculosis.
Again? Think of something else, Jesus.
What do you want, to tell the police that your grandma died from syphilis?
Hold this for me. Say hi to Kyro for me.
Hey, kid, come here!
"Trial date set for the IMRO terrorist Damyan Hadgy Arsov"
- I'd like to send a telegram, please. - Yes.
Your suit is ready. Come to try it. Alyosha.
Address?
OGPU Headquarters Moscow, USSR
Your suit is ready. Come to try it. Alyosha.
Comrade Menzhinsky. I'm reporting for duty.
Major, comrade Berzin recommended you.
He praised you...
but I'm not sure that sending you to Belgrade is the right solution.
The Thessaloniki process,
the Black Hand,
King Karadjordjevich is offering a reward for your head.
The whole Balkans know... who is Mustapha Golubich.
They may arrest me, I might even die,
but surely not before I finish my assignment.
These are the reports from our agents in Belgrade.
Here are the details of your mission.
Burn after reading.
Get him out!
Put him here!
- Is it here? - Huh?
- Is it here!? - Yes.
Put him back.
No, please...
Stavra, Yordan, Dobrivoye, here's what we're gonna do, look...
It's too crowded. Get in the car. Back up!
I won't be long.
Kosa? Leave us.
But why?
Feel free to join us.
Kosa.
We did it. We blocked them.
- Tailor shop. - Did you finish the job?
That rich girl entertains prosecutors, maybe I should pay her a visit.
- No, not yet. - Okay.
- Squeeze that photographer. - I will.
Poor man. He's not even stiff yet.
Well, you can start while he's still soft.
I'm not sure. Babich will get mad.
Don't worry about him. God knows where he is. Go ahead.
If you insist.
And what's the name of our new mate?
Stanko Pletikosich. Inspector Stanko Pletikosich.
She meant the dead mate.
Oh, him. Anton Nizhinsky, 64 years old, clergyman.
Thanks. I'm Boyana Antich, an intern for Dr. Babich.
- Pleased to meet you. - Me too.
Don't bother remembering his name. He'll quit in couple of days.
Or he'll get stabbed for that coat.
Isn't that right, Austrian boy?
- Lausanne is in Switzerland. - You don't say.
Please don't get killed. I'd have to strip you like this.
In that case, I would be my pleasure to die.
Don't joke about that. Stripping is the hardest part.
- Like removing the last bits. - Who told you to touch the customer?
Where the heck have you been? You're always saying there's no work,
- and when I bring some you're gone. - Where's the coffee, the sweets?
Am I supposed to work on an empty stomach?
What have we got here?
A Russian priest killed at the church. And greetings from Tatko.
Remember Tatich?
How could I forget him? I cut him like veal.
They took you off that case, right?
When I started suspecting the Russians.
Excuse me, if I could just ask you...
You know what I'm thinking? Tatko's men had a reason to retaliate.
With Tatko, the Russians killed their business.
I'd say their business is blooming.
Still taking some?
Few times a week, so I can fuck longer.
But now, you have Macedonian stuff on every corner.
And it's top quality.
That means someone has taken over the business.
Excuse me, let me ask you something. You are professor Babich?
- Who the hell is this guy? - It doesn't matter...
I'm Stanko Pletikosich. Your younger colleague.
It is an honour to meet you.
I used to quote some of your early papers.
There you go.
Thanks. Now sit down and write.
Stab wounds inflicted in the heat of passion.
First to the stomach, others randomly,
less forcefully, probably in a panic.
No self-defence wounds, meaning the priest was a true Christian.
Or maybe he knew the killer?
Death occurred between five and five and a half hours ago.
End of report.
Shame on you! Have you forgotten your manners?
We apologise for getting you out of bed, Nikolay Petrovich.
I don't have much time, so I will keep it short.
Who built the altar in our church?
I need names, addresses, everything you have on them!
Why did you drag me over here like a sack?
Father Anton was brutally murdered. Last night, at the church.
Dear God.
Everyone who knew what was in the altar
is in this room right now.
We are under oath.
But you're not, Mister Krasnov.
Have you mentioned it in front of some worker?
You think I would reveal where the last reminder
and hope of our fallen empire is?
Better look for the traitor amongst yourselves, gentlemen!
What are you up to, and what sort of scum are you working with?
If your dirty business killed father Anton,
General Vrangel will know of it.
Vrangel will know of it anyway. I will tell him.
Give me the names of all the masons, iconographers,
and craftsmen who built the church. Now!
Fyodor, you will replace me while I'm gone.
You'll know what to do.
The most important thing is to find the murderer.
When you do, you'll know where the treasure is.
We have to find him before the police does.
That inspector is not one of us.
We have enough of our men in the police.
They know very well they should inform us first.
Brothers, wish me good luck.
God bless you, Vasiliy Petrovich.
Find the thief, whatever it takes.
- How long will it take to Brussels? - One day.
You have one day.
Closer. A bit closer!
LENINZ'S HILL VILLAGE USSR
Smile for our comrade Alyosha.
Excuse me... May I ask one more question?
What exactly did the doctor mean by Macedonian stuff?
What's the most famous product from southern Serbia?
I guess you don't mean paprika.
Poppy? Opium?
Tatko used to sell it in Belgrade.
Until he crossed the Russians. They sell Turkish opium.
But don't say that in front of the Commissioner.
Why would the Macedonians kill a priest because of opium?
I don't know. Stop talking now, would you?
Sveta
Inspector, the commissioner is waiting for you.
I heard you got the Russian priest! Can't get them off your back, huh?
I need the report from the raid on the docks. Tatko's gang.
What for, man? It's opium, smuggling!
Just a peek.
Tane, I brought you coffee.
You're the only one taking care of me.
God bless you, Tane. He really likes Auntie Ruzha,
unlike some other people. They don't even look at me.
I'm your new colleague Stanko Pletikosich, Technical police.
Pleased to meet you. This department is awful.
I ran away into smuggling and fraud.
So this is your office.
What's next, we go after Tatko's gang?
I suppose this desk is unoccupied.
Lazo, give me the key.
Inspector, it was just six pounds of oil! Let us go!
Officer! That one's dead! He coughed blood for two weeks!
- So what? - What do you mean?!
Get him the hell outta here!
You think he'll rise from the dead? Back off!
Inspector, let me ask you something. Is he some cousin of yours?
Milisav, give me those keys.
And go fuck yourself.
Understood.
You moron, they'll shoot you like a dog.
They declared you a terrorist,
an enemy of the King and the country!
Bloody hell.
I may have a solution. But you'll have to cooperate.
- Don't you know me, Tane? - How can I help you
if you don't want to help yourself?
If you cooperate, I could talk to some people.
Some of us didn't forget what you did in the war.
And how would that cooperation with your policemen look like?
A priest was killed in the Russian church this morning.
The message said: "Greetings from Tatko".
So? What do I have to do with him?
Don't tell me you think I'm a drug mule?
Cut the crap. Tatko worked with some of countrymen...
Ah, you think I'm a rat?
If the Russians find them before I do, you'll be sorry you didn't rat.
And when they do find them, they'll regret being born.
The way things are, I'll probably regret saving your life, Tane.
We had enough time to regret that.
Both of us.
Look at us, Tane. Two dead men. Empty shells.
That fucking Dostoyevsky is making you depressed.
You got what you wanted, my friend, didn't you?
The folk with three names got their country.
And what about us?
Are we Serbs? Croats? Slovenes?
We're not! Where's our country, Tane?
Don't give me your political tirades!
Tell me what you want.
I want a lantern and a clean blanket.
And I want a bath.
- Is that it? - No.
I want a lawyer. One that will visit me here
so we can prepare a defence strategy.
Write down his name: Ante Pavelich.
Good.
I won't use that information if I fail.
You have my word.
Andra Tanasiyevich, a man of his word.
Listen to me. I don't have time for you and that slut.
You're gonna get those pictures one way or the other,
or I'll have your balls cut off. Got it?
Please, don't.
Too late! You should've whined when you were getting stock on tick
and selling those faggot pictures in two different places.
You should've organised an auction while at it!
Give him some!
Look here...
I'll forgive your debts.
When you bring me the pictures. And maybe give you an extra treat.
Who's in, kids? Wanna blow his arse?
No boss, he's not my type.
- Oh you have a type? - Sima will do it.
I don't like them toothless.
Boss, I'll arrange a gangbang with our gypsies.
Deal. I like that.
Now it's us who blocked them.
They just need to unblock us.
- Easier said than done. - Leave that to me.
I told you not to do anything on your own.
- Don't mess with General Zhivkovich. - Why?
I know he doesn't like women, but I thought I should try...
Even the King dances to his tune.
- The King? - The King...
Are you mad, he'll be here any second.
I can't live without you.
Who told you to touch this?
It was too messy, I had to tidy up.
Who are you to tidy up my desk? Who the fuck raised you?
I'd get mad if my parents were alive, but they were killed in the Great war.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
How am I gonna find my stuff now...
Here you go, Tane. The entire case file.
Inspector, I've arranged all the files in this cabinet.
Tomich, tell me what's not in here.
Who succeeded Tatko?
Nobody knows who he is, all we know is that he took over.
- And has more stock than ever. - So I've heard.
Apparently, the raid was for nothing.
Maybe that new boss ordered the priest's murder?
As a retaliation.
And who is Basyl Trnavatz?
- How do you know about him? - Come on, speak.
Tane please, tell me anything you have on Tatko's gang.
- I've been chasing them for months. - Chasing where?
Well... I'm chasing the information. I heard they're in Yataghan slum.
So you know where they are, but you don't dare going there.
I never have enough officers! And I can't handle that scum.
What about Dobrivoye?
He's just a thug. Trnavac is important.
He's the link with Macedonians.
And probably the one bringing in the goods.
Inspector, the commissioner told me to bring you and the kid over.
If you refuse I'll have to arrest you.
It's been ringing all day!
Everyone's been sitting on my back!
The Russians, our people, ministers, officials, every bastard out there.
Who killed the priest, why they killed him, is Tatko involved?
The whole city has went mad over this.
- I don't know where my head's at. - As if you ever did.
How funny.
If Tatko's men are after the Russians, there will be blood.
- Find the killer. - I will.
But I need you to do this first.
What is it?
That wartime buddy of yours again?
Not just my friend, but a war hero.
If the Macedonians did it, he'll give me everything.
Let's give him what he wants.
I'll have to ask the prosecutor.
He wants Ante Pavelich to be his lawyer.
That's not gonna work.
I'm off to the Little Barrell for some beans.
Hold on, wait. I'll let you know. What do you think about the kid?
He's sort of useless but I've had worse.
Where did you get this?
It doesn't matter, love.
What matters is that I'm a different man now.
A wealthy man. We can be together now.
You know that's not possible.
Anything is possible.
I have everything planned out.
We'll live in Paris.
And when we get settled, my parents will come over.
I'll wear it tomorrow and think of you.
No, never! You should never wear it here!
I'm sorry, forgive me, forgive me...
You know people are inquisitive...
They'll notice and start asking questions.
Alright, I'll take it off.
You'll wear it in Paris.
- He's back. Go away, go! Faster! - Hide it!
Violet, are you there?
Are you sleeping?
- How long would I wait? - That we never know.
Djukich, come here.
What's so urgent?
It's about the murder of that Russian priest.
I'm completely lost.
And you want me to solve it for you, huh?
Hit me, Michko.
That terrorist in Glavnyacha prison...
Haji Arsov, right?
He can give us some useful information.
That murder has to be solved right away.
The last thing I need is a conflict with the Russians.
What the fuck does he want in return?
He's set for trial. He wants his own lawyer.
- A lawyer? - Ante Pavelich.
Interesting.
Alright.
- Approved. - Approved?
Neven!
What happened?
C'mon, get in.
Tzveta, take this to Papi right away.
You're early this morning, Boss.
When he starts whining, tell him it's over.
The war with the shareholders will continue.
- Maya, is this...? - Yes, they won't take another cent.
- Finally! - Come on. Get it.
Who disfigured you like that
Was it opium again?
Tell me how much money you need.
I don't need money. I need the negatives.
You offered my negatives to someone?
I had no choice, Maya.
I gave you pure gold for those photos, you sick prick!
Maya, they kicked the crap out of me, look at me...
How much money do they need to forget about you,
about the negatives and that they've ever heard of them?
May your soul be cursed if you trick me.
I don't have a soul anymore. I told them you have them.
Get out.
- Maya... - I don't ever want to see you again.
- I just wanted... - To the other side, dumbhead
- Hell, Violet. How are you? - Hi there.
Ladies and gentlemen, dear friends. Being a benefactor today...
is considered a sacred act.
Thanks to one man, an entire wing of our hospital
has been renovated
and, we got a large donation of medicines
from his own factory.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Alimpiye Mirich.
Thank you, Dr. Avakumovich.
Like the great John Rockefeller once said:
"If you're doing the right thing,
let the right people know about it".
And here you are.
I thought long and hard to choose the right words
for the opening of this hospital,
but it all comes down to:
May you never need it.
That said, I officially declare the hospital open.
Congratulations!
My love, you were so cute! And who's that bumpkin?
- Mr. Voyin Djukich. - The new state prosecutor!
- I heard you're doing a great job. - Let's just say I care about justice.
No wonder I met you at general Zhivkovich's,
The Security service is well-known for its sense of justice.
Voyin Djukich's wife, Violeta.
And my dear Krista.
My ladies, I've heard of your benevolent dispositions,
but your beauty was kept secret!
You think only ugly women are kind?
Mrs. Avakumovich, you are even smarter!
Violet, you look radiant.
- That necklace is wonderful. - Thanks.
Oh please, I nearly went blind by looking at it.
- May I take a look? - Of course.
So, Voyin, how much did it cost you?
He'll know when he gets the check. I bought it myself.
And where did you buy it?
I don't remember. In an antique shop.
- Congratulations. - It's a precious piece.
Maya! Here's Maya.
- I knew you'd be late. - Good afternoon, everyone.
Aren't you freezing in that tiny dress?
I'd rather take it off, but that would be inappropriate.
No one would notice the difference.
Let me introduce you.
Mr. Alimpiye Mirich. Maya Davidovich.
- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.
Mr. Alimpiye is our most generous donor.
After you, of course.
You should come to the costume ball at the Officer's club.
Don't bother searching for a costume, this will do it.
Thank you, I will give your regards to my tailor.
Unfortunately, I have to decline your invitation.
I've got some urgent matters to sort out.
Don't get angry, sir.
Maya really cares about clothing.
Her costumes are always the best.
Well, I really have to get going. Doctor, will you escort me?
Yes, certainly.
Hope I'll see you again.
Alone.
Let's go have a drink.
Maybe I should be original too?
Inspector, Commissioner Dimitriyevich asks for you.
I'm coming.
Inspector, Commissioner Dimitriyevich asks for you.
Does he ever do anything else?
Have you told him about the commissioner?
Yes.
I spent all day yesterday trying to fix that thing for you,
and you're coming to work at this hour?
Take this!
Your mate got his lawyer.
Well done! Don't fuck him over now.
Don't you fuck it up now. Question him and find the killer.
Take this to my desk
and ask Ruzha to clean my hat.
- Where are we going? - To Yataghan slum.
- Ever been there? - No.
You can't go like that. Wipe those shoes please.
How many bullets do you have?
I don't even have a gun yet.
Oh, fuck.
Stop gawking around. Eyes ahead.
- Hey, inspector! - Afternoon, ladies...
Who's the kid? D'he bring his prick?
- I brought it for him. - Come over here, handsome!
C'mon, I'll show you my thing for a fiver!
Over here, I'll give you mine for three!
Ay, inspector!
Come grab some broth!
How are you, Gezym?
Where've you been?
You disappeared like a loaf of bread!
Thought you left the force.
I'd leave it, but it won't leave me.
Who's the clown?
My cousin. From the countryside.
- A cousin? - No, no, excuse me, I'm a...
A cousin.
Remember his face. Watch over him when he comes here.
I will.
Where've you been, Maudlin? Still have that French moonshine?
Nope. Our distillery burnt down.
But for you, we'll get the original.
Damn, Gezym, buy some fish. Can't make a fish broth from potatoes.
You're a cop, but a damn good man too.
I always tell my men: Them coppers are all assholes,
but sometimes an honest guy pops up.
- What's up, Nishky? - Tryin' to cope with administration.
- What else do you cope with? - With the scum, man.
But you coppers will handle that one day...
When you realise there's more to Belgrade's than the city centre.
Yeah, file a complaint.
Why? You ran out of toilet paper?
Man, this country ain't ruled by the king,
or the army, or the police, but by bureaucracy?
- Is that true? - It is.
I wanted to name this place "Inn Nish",
but they said it was grammatically incorrect!
I mean, c'mon!?
I have to bribe anyone I run into,
and they still want me to take up a Belgrade accent?
And who the hell is this guy?
A new colleague.
Really? You coppers really are taking a piss.
Hey you, what do you want to drink?
What sort of wine do you have?
The red sort and the white sort.
I'll have the red. And a glass of water. Thank you.
And maybe a watermelon with that?
What are you doing here?
- I came to eat. - Get out!
Nishky!
Here.
Nishky, I need to find Dobrivoye. Right now.
Police checkpoint, Vranje, Southern Serbia, SCH Kingdom
Wake up!
- What now? - Time to work.
I'll be right back.
That guy sleeps all the time.
Hold it.
- Where to? - Belgrade.
- Basyl Trnavatz? - That's right.
Who's that, Basyl?
My uncle, aunt and other family.
They all died on the same day?
No no. We unburied the uncle.
Get out of the car.
Did you hear about the tuberculosis outbreak in Bitola?
People are dying every day.
- Are you fucking with us? - And where are you taking them?
They came to Bitola from Belgrade. I'm taking them back home.
- To give them a proper burial. - Open it up!
- You don't trust me anymore? - Open up, goddammit!
Let me introduce you to my uncle.
Look how handsome he was.
Women were mad about him. Such a good-looking' fella he was.
Jesus! Close that thing...
- See, he still has it. - Get the fuck out of here!
- Now, let me show you my aunt. - We saw enough! Go away!
Move on, dammit! Move that.
Cheers!
BRUSSELS, BELGIUM
Peter Nikolaevich.
Sorokin arrived from Belgrade.
Send him over.
What is it, Sorokin?
I have bad news, General sir.
Speak.
Our church in Belgrade...
What about it?
It has been robbed.
And...
It has been stolen.
Good afternoon.
I saw that man mistreating you earlier.
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself, I'm Stanko.
And I'm a whore, no need to be polite if you wanna get some.
You a copper? You gonna arrest me?
- No, no. - Then what?
- I just wanted to make sure that... - That what?
That you're fine.
Oh, that.
What's that you're wearing? Made yourself all pretty, huh?
Hey boy, what do you need?
From you, nothing.
Is that so? That won't work.
You wanna fuck, give me the money and ride as long as you want.
- What're you looking' at? - I'm not.
- Fuck off to your corner! - Alright. I'm going!
- You're treatin' us like cattle. - Fuck off, do you hear me?
If you fucked as good as you swore I'd be a duke by now.
What do you want?
Is this your new girlfriend? Dammit Dobrivoye, you scared me.
Why are you scarin' the whores? Come here, do something.
I'm listening.
Take this over to Chubura.
- Stanko! Come over here... - Let me just...
Just listen. I'm here at this corner every night.
Come over.
So, drop by.
- Goodbye. - Yeah.
You still have a painting of the ex-king here?
The Obrenovich are my dynasty. Those Karadjordjevichs are dicks.
Give us some beans and a bottle of wine!
I know.
Put your hand in your pocket as if you have a gun and frown.
Where've you been, my dear Dobrivoye?
Who the hell are you?
I'm the one you'll tell where Trnavatz is.
I don't know you and I don't know Trnavatz.
Now, get up and get the fuck out of here.
Why are you so mad, my dear Dobrivoye?
Routine police check! Keep up your work.
Pull him out. Pull him out!
What's the matter? Russians hate the competition, huh?
You got it wrong.
I work for the police, you can tell me everything.
Where's Trnavatz?
I didn't hear you. Where is he, you fucker?!
He can't tell you with the gun in his mouth.
Are you questioning him or trying to kill him?
I haven't decided yet.
Thank you. Excellent.
Set the next scene. What are your impressions?
Voyin?
Well I'm not into ballet, but it seems very interesting.
Marvellous. Belgrade will be eternally grateful to you.
We are grateful too.
Will you come to the premiere with Maya?
- We'll see. - Mrs. Maya.
Angelina, you finished it?
Wonderful. Exactly as I drew it.
It was no bother at all, madam.
Thank you, and... As agreed.
Thank you.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Voyin! Good luck! Bye!
It's true that the theatre is one big brothel.
- Mrs. Djukich. - Good afternoon.
Your costume isn't ready yet.
Throw it away.
Make me the exact same dress as hers.
But madam, that's an original sketch, she'll know that I'm...
The same one, please. Understood?
And I want it done before the ball.
Rakitin...
My husband can come to your premiere only with me.
Goodbye.
Thank you. This is important information.
- Nobody else knows it. - I'll give your...
I'll give your regards to Colonel Sorokin.
Seryozha, bring the men, we're leaving.
- Why, what happened? - The police have a lead.
What's going on, why are you questioning me?
I'm in charge here, follow the orders!
Move it!
Alyosha.
Dobrivoye, are you there?
Where the fuck has he gone?
Got to do everything by myself.
Don't close it, Trnavatz. You may need it.
The cops. There was nothing I could do.
- Good harvest, huh? - Stick it up your arse.
Now, tell me... Who avenged Tatko?
Why would we do it?
We were happy when the Russians killed him.
He was a real scum.
And who killed the Russian priest?
Let's try it like this. Who succeeded Tatko?
That I can't tell you.
Because I don't know!
Never saw the man. Nobody did.
- Put him in handcuffs. - Inspector.
I see you're making progress in the investigation.
Congratulations, captain. I usually notice when I'm followed.
Here's your merchandise. The competition has decided to leave.
Thank you, inspector.
But I need these two alive. I have to question them.
You know very well that is not possible, inspector.
They don't need to die over a misunderstanding.
I've seen many deaths.
Very few of them made sense.
The murder of our priest, at our church...
was not a misunderstanding.
What priest?
I'd never kill a clergyman, it's bad luck!
Gentlemen, there's been a little misunderstanding.
- We're Belgrade police... - Hey, hold on! Wait!
Back off, you fool! They know very well who we are.
- The right one or the left one? - What?
- Who killed the priest? - I don't know!
- Who killed the priest? - I don't know! I swear!
Why would we wanna get revenge on a Russian priest?
The Monk has forbidden any act of vengeance.
Who is the Monk?
Our new boss. He replaced Tatko.
There, captain. You questioned them.
Captain, let's shoot these bastards, to set an example.
Captain! You're an officer of the general Vrangel's glorious army.
You know better than killing civilians.
Alright.
Tell that Monk of yours...
that his life has just got very complicated.
We don't even know him, man.
We'll make sure we get to know him.
And you...
Find us Nizhinsky's killer.
Quickly.
Vasiliye, the truck
Go get him stitched.
You're not taking us to prison, huh?
Fucking jerk...
- It's me. - What's so urgent?
That truck of ours...
The Russians got it.
What do you mean?
I don't know, boss. Someone ratted on us.
I'm taking full responsibility.
Find them.
I will.
- Get it done, now. - Okay.
- And come to the monastery. - Understood.
It was Dobrivoye, boss. I'm sure of it.
There's no one else.
Mr. Tanasiyevich, what are we here for?
What's the purpose of police?
What do you think?
I certainly know what's not.
I mean, I know we can't always play by the book...
Hold on a sec.
Haven't we found that Tatich's men are not involved?
If we trust their word.
Do you really think the priest had died because of opium?
- Probably not. - See? We got to go step by step.
You know what, I'll write a report to the commissioner.
I want to see his response.
Write the report.
And find yourself a new partner. I won't work with you anymore.
Look at that! You really came.
Well, you told me to.
I did.
When I see you all tidy like that, I'd give it to you for free.
But I can't.
And do you have... A room or something?
Depends. Do you have the money?
- Yes. - Just kidding.
Come over here.
Take off that German suit, don't wanna wrinkle it.
You have a kid?
Did you come here to have a chat or to have a shag?
Take off your clothes.
Maya!
Madam Maya!
Constantine, put your hat back on.
Maya, your costume is perfect.
I don't know if it's perfect, but I tried to make it unique.
Don't get mad.
She finally stole something from me.
Oops! We didn't hear this.
Mister Djukich! Mrs Djukich!
- Krista, Krista! Good evening. - Good evening.
Maya, very original.
Since you decided to steal my costume,
you should've known that it should be worn without knickers.
Let us register
Where have you been?
- Maya, Maya, did you bring them... - Go away, please.
Just tell me if you have them, it's important...
Go away!
Back off, pansy, or I'll stick it up your arse.
And I know for sure you'd like it!
Just need to ask her. Maya did you...
- Maya, you'll regret this. - Fuck off.
Mr. Nestorovich...
You're an artist. Beauty is your thing.
Who do you think will win tonight?
Madam Djukich, without any doubt.
You're a good liar, Avram.
Ask the lady for a dance.
Would you like to dance?
Avram, you know I have a soft spot for artists...
Would you please dance with Krista?
We've counted your votes
and we will now pronounce the best costume.
Lights!
And the winner is...