Our Winter (2022) Movie Script

(logo music)
(slow mysterious music)
How did you sleep?
Good.
Any dreams?
Don't remember.
I dreamt a lot.
- Really?
- I went to war,
almost froze to death. An entire movie.
At least your dreams are exciting.
(typing on keyboard)
(phone buzzes)
Hello.
10 Ammosov Street.
Signed by clients and engineers.
Okay.
Is she in charge of that project?
Yes, it was announced at the board meeting.
You weren't there, though.
It's her first big project.
We'll see...
- Good afternoon!
- Hello.
I'd like to pick up my phone.
- Is it ready?
- Yes, it is.
(indistinct chatter)
- Here you go.
- What was wrong?
Something got disconnected.
- Sign here.
- Good to have it back.
- Thank you!
- Welcome.
Oops, sorry!
- Hi there!
- Hello, Lyokha!
Check my phone. It just died.
Something's wrong.
- Want me to refresh your coffee?
- No, leave it.
- What's new?
- Not much, as you can see. You?
Looks like I've found some money.
We'll start a new project
after the New Year.
You're crazy! You keep
churning them out, eh?
Have you finished the last one?
It's you who's crazy!
Sitting in this closet,
fondling your phones. Who
knows what you're up to?
Up to nothing!
Hey, what about
tomorrow? Let's share a taxi?
I'll take my car tomorrow.
No drinking, then?
I have a driver.
Way to go! Cool.
I can pick up both of you.
Okay, I'll be at Lida's office at 6 p.m.
- Deal. What about my phone?
- Ah, sure...
It's on, the battery is low.
- Is that it?
- What's your amp?
No idea. Thanks, anyway!
- Going already?
- Yes.
See you, then!
(kids laughing)
Ladies and gentlemen, take
a look at SakhaTent products!
Spare a few minutes!
Warm car covers and parkas!
May I have your attention!
Got a car? Then you
need our warm car covers!
Here, everybody! Check
out SakhaTent covers!
If you have a car,
but don't have a garage,
you can buy a portable one.
Or a parka, like mine. Come here!
Cold today, isn't it?
Want a parka like this?
I've been here since 8 a.m,
and I'm not cold! Ladies and gentlemen!
Let go, I'm going to fall!
Everything is wrong with you!
You even walk ass-backwards!
- Let go, you!
- Want to kill me, damned old man?!
When I die, I'll be
visiting you as a ghost.
- Good evening!
- Evening, dear!
Hello!
Watch out! The eggs!
Who cares about his old rotten eggs!
I mean, I've bought eggs.
Keep going. Good job!
Here we go...
Dima, what's burning?
I wanted to make a stew.
Burnt a bit.
A bit?!
- Stuck in your phone, weren't you?
- Look who's talking!
I don't burn food.
Whatever.
I've bought eggs. We'll eat eggs.
Lida, - What?
- How was your day?
- Fine.
We haven't bought anything for tomorrow.
- Let's give money.
- Money?
So boring.
What's not boring?
- A robot-vacuum?
- No way! They're pricey.
- We'll get a cheap one.
- Money is better, then.
Stop it, Lida, please.
Please.
It was just a stew.
That's not the point.
- Problems at work?
- No. It's fine.
- I'm just tired.
- Give me a break.
Don't push, it'll pass.
You said it's fine. Enough.
- Aren't you tired?
- Of what?
- Of everything.
- What exactly?
What's wrong now?
Lida, what if we moved?
- Where?
- To the village.
- Could have said Moscow, at least.
- I'm serious.
Fresh air, away from all the hustle.
Why are these flowers
still here? They're dead.
Why not get rid of them?
I gave it to you. The rest is your problem.
Here we go! This is so you!
It's your home too, isn't
it? Why is everything on me?
Anyway, I hate red roses!
You could've mentioned that!
How? When you come with
flowers, happy as a clam?!
What else is wrong?
Why are you like this?!
- Keep the vase.
- No more flowers.
It won't work! Leave
it! We'll buy a new one.
- You have another pan!
- Wow. What a solution.
Give it a break, Lida. Sit
and let's talk like adults.
- Everything's fine!
- Oh, I'm sure!
Just leave me alone! What's wrong with you?
What does that mean?!
- Why aren't you a normal guy?
- What is "normal"?
Who is normal?
Idiot!
Go on, run away! You always
run from your problems!
Stupid woman!
The same goes to you, jerk!
Sitting around for 10
years, without a purpose!
And who paid off the mortgage?
Big deal!
Lida... stop this. Don't
leave at this time of night.
I'll sleep on the couch.
We'll talk tomorrow.
(wind blowing)
- Such a bad idea to park outside.
- You insisted.
It's too expensive to rent a garage.
We could get one of these.
Too big, it's going to be a mess.
We could buy a small car
for winter. And sell it in spring.
(slow music)
Lida?
- Want to have lunch with us?
- No, thanks.
- She's not eating with us.
- That's how it starts.
Soon she won't even talk.
Hello!
Yes, Okay.
- Why are you not answering?
- It was on silent...
- We had a meeting.
- You could've told me...
- Get a taxi.
- Lyokha is taking us.
Ok, good.
- That's what you're wearing?
- It's OK.
Shall we?
- Hey!
- Hey there!
My pleasure to introduce!
This is my helper, sent from the gods.
My sister-in-arms, who won't
leave me in my hour of need,
when I'm up in the clouds,
she's always watching my back.
My one and only assistant.
This is what I call a bond,
not your lovey-dovey stuff.
Real professional bond.
This is Natasha. This is Lida, and Dima.
- How do you do?
- Very pleased...
- Let's go, then?
- Yes.
Well, girls...
Congrats, Sardana! It's
been 15 years already.
You don't say!
It's like your wedding was yesterday!
Time flies, indeed.
If you were sentenced for
murder, you'd be out today!
Get out, Venera!
You're hopeless!
Family is a blessing!
But you won't understand.
Come on, I'm just kidding.
A fat lot I care about wedlock and stuff.
Quit with your poisonous doctrines.
We still have some marriageable girls here.
Whoever it is.
You're always looking out,
for either husbands or clients.
Speaking of clients:
Sardana is my first one.
Really?
It was my first deal.
This house brought me luck, it
might bring me a husband as well.
- It's a sign.
- I told you!
- Are Maxim's friends coming?
- Yes, they are.
All with their own girlfriends.
Some might have split up, though.
How cool!
I don't remember this.
Awesome!
(crowd laughing)
Nice photos!
- Lyokha!
- Thanks!
- When did you make it?
- Yesterday.
- Thank you!
- Anything to please you, guys.
- Let's take a picture.
- Sure!
- Group photo!
- Get up!
Go stand by your wife.
- A photo to recall in 5 years.
- You mean, in 50 years!
- Look here!
- Maxim!
- Come, honey.
- Ready?
All here? Cheers! One, two, three!
That's a good one.
What's this?
For my sweetheart, on our 15th anniversary!
A robot-vacuum, to forget about cleaning.
And flowers too.
- Now a kiss!
- Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
(crowd cheering)
Has anyone bought a dress yet?
- I bought one while ago in Moscow.
- Lucky you! Always traveling.
Well, that's my job.
I still haven't...
- What's this all about?
- Got a dress?
Yes, I've got one.
I'll wear the one from
last year. No big deal.
How come?
Why so blue? What's eating you?
I just have so much on my plate.
I'm so busy with this new project.
Hey! Guess who I ran
into? Do you remember Stas?
- The pimple-faced guy.
- Which Stas?
Our guys would push
him around all the time.
Not only pimpled, he couldn't
string 2 words together.
He's become so dignified, so smooth-faced.
Gold-rimmed glasses...
- No way!
- I mean it!
Owns a construction firm,
allegedly married to Miss Yakutia.
- Shut up!
- Take my word.
And our Lida dumped him.
Because of pimples.
So what? He doesn't come close to our Dima!
Remember? He was the top jumper!
Look!
- Boys will be boys.
- Children.
One, two, three! Mark the spot.
Back-off. One, two! Get lost!
- Useless.
- Lyokha, show some class!
Hold my beer!
Come on!
One, two, three!
Butt landing!
Ain't it cool to get together?
Would be even better, if we had a guitar.
- I've got one, by the way.
- Do you play?
- Just learning.
- Wait! Dima plays well!
- Yeah!
- Dima!
- You and Lida had a hit song!
- Forget it.
- It's a go! Get in everyone!
- Come on, guys...
Let them sing.
Let me...
- What?
- Where's the guitar?
- What for?
- The Nikiforovs are about to sing.
We are?
We are?
(guitar music)
My guitar is weeping, just like me.
It's scared, it doesn't let you go.
But you don't feel for it at all.
You refuse to recognize my love.
It is the day when I mourn,
You're going back home.
Will you remember me? I don't know.
I'm seeing you off today,
I follow you with my eyes.
Your resentful look is hurting me.
Your resentful look is hurting me.
Stop. I've got a headache.
Lida... Open, Lida.
I... really want
to pee.
Will you stop following me?
Go pee!
Bitch!
(music playing on TV)
(muffled indistinct noises)
- Up already?
- Are you serious?
Sorry, what?
- I want to sleep on my only day-off.
- Sleep, what's the problem?
Want some?
- Hey!
- Hello.
- Where are the TV guys?
- I don't know.
- Aren't you the same place?
- No, we're different.
I'm fed up! You suck, shitty workers!
Making us pay through the nose! Wait!
- I'll burn your shady business!
- Hey, relax!
You'll learn it the hard way!
- Get out of here!
- Hands off!
New Year is coming!
Wanna leave me without TV?!
Get lost!
(indistinct talking on TV)
The official promised
you money, a week ago.
You came, but he says
no. You're mad at him.
You're, like, on the edge, but
you don't want your wife to know.
- What if we shoot them separately?
- No, I need a 2-shot.
I know what I'm doing...
- Got it? And you...
- Hello! Sreda Studio. 94 Lermontov St.
- Wait over there.
- Black car, yes.
Don't say anything, play with your face.
All clear? OK, let's do it.
Roll!
(footsteps)
(slow music)
(TV playing)
No one's cooking here anymore?
Get out of the way, I'm watching a movie.
Idiot...
What are we gonna do?
Calm down!
You used to meet me at
the door, when I came home.
You would ask me about
my day, wouldn't you?
So what?
- Why don't you anymore?!
- It's always the same!
- Nothing changes! It never will!
- Stop banging on about changes!
This will change nothing!
Want changes? Change
yourself! I will stay true to myself!
- Change yourself!
- Why should I?!
- Why is it always me?!
- Let's get a divorce!
Okay. Divorce, then.
(muffled indistinct noises)
Dima, turn it down.
Turn down the volume.
(slow music)
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Lida!
- What?
Let's take turns sleeping in the bedroom?
Anyway, before the divorce
we have to live together.
Indeed. Okay.
I'm on the couch tonight.
- Sorry, did I wake you up?
- Uh-huh.
We should move the dresser
to the hall, it's neutral ground.
Yeah.
I'll do it today.
After the divorce you
should leave right away.
Pardon me?
It'd be weird to stay
together after we split.
If you don't wanna see me, you can move.
Whatever... We're applying today.
Don't be late.
She won't stop, will she!
I told you a thousand
times: Don't call me at work!
What's the big deal?
Silly women! They don't have a clue.
We lived in a village,
everything was perfect.
Milk, meat... all home-made.
Had a nice tractor...
Smell of freshly cut
grass, hunting, fishing.
What's not to like?
But they don't get it... They
always want something else.
Whatever.
We sold everything. My
tractor... what a waste.
We moved to the city. It
was still not enough for her!
Nagging non-stop.
Now she doesn't like me driving a taxi.
Why don't you split up, then?
What do you mean? Leave my own wife?
What would I do without a wife?
Easier said than done.
- What's up?
- Why are you late?
It's just...
I've filled it in for you. Just sign.
Take your passport.
Good day.
Let's go.
We've met with the clients
today, showed them the 3D project.
They were excited,
wanted only minor changes.
We've fixed everything,
and got the approval online.
This means we are ready to start.
Now it is up to you, Mr. Vladimir.
Say the word, and we start.
Thank you, Ms. Lida.
Well, bring it on, friends!
Thank you!
(slow music)
(indistinct talking on movie screen)
I was about to go get some
This one's mine!
- What?
- I bought it for myself.
I'm just kidding, sorry!
How funny! I'm sick of your jokes.
- You liked them before!
- Your farts didn't stink before.
(solemn music)
We won't tell the
parents just yet, will we?
We'll tell them after the holidays.
We sell the apartment
and split the money, right?
Sure.
And the car? You're selling it in spring?
I'm not selling it.
How come?
- I bought it myself.
- What?
Wasn't it a shared budget?
I'm not asking you to
sell your fur coat, am I?
That's it.
Lida! Where's Lida?!
Lida! Your quote's totally wrong!
Fool!
- Hey, Dima!
- Oh, hi!
- How is it going?
- As usual.
- Hey, I'm starting the project.
- Found money?
Nope.
I'm looking for sponsors. We start anyway.
- You swore not to film without cash.
- Well, not exactly.
It's different this time. It's the story!
- The story is the real deal, man!
- What's it about?
- Corruption.
- Officials?
They'll never let you release it.
They will. Let me explain:
We'll apply for funding as a psychodrama,
and using their official money I
will uncover all their dirty deeds.
Not a big deal, just need
to edit the script a bit.
- You're not afraid, eh?
- I'm not.
Would you like to work with me?
No way. I'm not into artistic stuff.
That's exactly what I need.
What about your Natasha?
Natasha... Number one: She's not mine.
Number two: I want to relieve
her. I need an assistant's assistant.
Such reliable techies like
you are rare nowadays.
Artists are a dime a dozen.
Unlike administration, logistics,
props. I can't get anyone.
There is plenty of work. If
you're in, Natasha will update you.
She'll show you the ropes.
I have work. How can I leave it?
Plain and simple.
Get up, grab your things,
close the door, and come.
You could unwind a bit.
Instead of sitting here
alone, like some creep.
It's easy to say that!
Your business is kinda... erratic.
Okay. Got it.
We really needed someone like you...
Somebody...
Somebody who is smart,
target-driven, meticulous.
A go-getter.
Well, it's up to you.
I thought a friend would lend me a hand.
Well, see you! Take care.
"Given that the key fact
everyone knows about mantids"
"is that after mating, the
female bites off the male's head."
"Yes, everyone knows that,
and everyone is outraged,"
"but have you ever thought,
why you react like this?"
"Meanwhile, the true
reasons of such behaviour"
"are so overwhelming,"
"that they make me
respect mantids immensely."
(door opening)
(phone buzzes)
- Good morning!
- Good morning!
- Off to work, dear?
- Yes.
- How are you?
- Could have been better,
if not for this old man.
Stop following me, then!
- Will you ever leave me alone?
- I'm scared, what if you fall?
Give me a break!
- Good morning.
- Hello, Dima!
- Your sweetheart's gone!
- I know.
Wait, isn't it strange?
Why did they go separately?
What if they had a fight?
They'll make up. They're young.
- Careful. Step here.
- Even us...
We fight all the time,
but we're still together.
Aita, I'm not going to the holiday party.
Why?
- We had plans...
- I'll have to go home.
- Dad's not well.
- What a pity.
- It won't be fun without you.
- What can I do?
I have to go.
Can I borrow your silver clutch, then?
Look at her! Okay, you can take it.
Thanks!
(phone ringing)
Hello, Lyokha!
Is your offer still valid?
I think I could try.
Half-day, to start with,
and then we'll see.
OK, I'll be there soon.
Deal, see you.
- What else?
- Let me see...
- Are we shooting on March 8th?
- Yes.
- Sorry, I can't.
- Why?
- Planning a date with my wife.
- Not in the morning, I guess?
- I have to get ready...
- Let's do this:
We'll have night shooting on the
7th, until the morning of the 8th.
- Is it okay with you?
- Yes, that'll do.
I hope we'll have enough time.
We'll need a classy suit.
- What about the 10th?
- Yes... What was his name?
- You mean, Dima?
- Yes, Dima!
- Dima!
- What?
Find a location for the 10th.
- What location?
- I've sent you Scene 38.
- Warehouse.
- Okay, no problem.
- The gun should be a 'TT'.
- Got it.
- How many?
- One.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- It's today. Do you remember?
- Yes, I do.
See you.
I've ironed your clothes,
They're on the door.
The number you're trying to
reach is currently unavailable.
- The Nikiforovs?
- That's us.
Come in.
- Nikiforova Lidia Leonidovna?
- Yes.
- Where is your spouse?
- He's late.
We'll adjourn the hearing.
Oh...
- Here he is.
- I'm sorry.
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon, take a seat.
Grounds for divorce...?
Misunderstanding each other.
- Wanna have lunch?
- What?
- Let's eat together?
- I don't think so.
It'd be weird.
Bye.
(upbeat music)
Zhenya also got divorced.
His kids are in high school.
He's been offered a job in Magadan.
For three years.
Governor's office, a good position.
That was it. They didn't make it.
Dima, listen to me!
- I wanna toast to you!
- Cut it out...
- Let's just drink!
- No, I wanna drink to you.
There are tons of girls,
you'll find a younger and prettier one.
I never liked Lida.
She's kinda... What the fuck!
She didn't even make you a father...
Shut up!
What the hell?
Asshole!
Hey! Bro!
(tense music)
Lida Lida!
- What?
- Let's talk.
- Are you drunk?
- Whatever!
- Don't start! Get out!
- Lida, please...
Fuck off! Go to the couch!
- Lida, let's talk.
- Stay away!
Lida, please, open!
Let's just talk, Lida.
I am so sorry...
Forgive me, Lida.
Please, forgive me.
Please, forgive me, Lida...
Please, forgive me, Lida...
(slow music)
Dima,
will you stop walking
around in boxer shorts?
Want me to drop them?
Hilarious. I'm not
walking around like that.
Please do, I don't mind.
Oops, sorry, Lida.
Be patient, we'll split up soon.
- Anyone asking about the flat?
- Not yet.
Everyone's busy with the holidays.
Why don't we celebrate as well?
Like normal people. Or do you have plans?
No plans.
It's weird, eh? A weird New Year.
Yes, it is...
I remember my first New
Year after my dad died.
I was 7 back then.
A first-grader.
I tried so hard to learn
to write before Christmas...
To send a letter to Santa.
I wrote it. And was hoping
to get what I asked for.
I asked that my dad would
come home on New Year's eve.
I didn't sleep a wink, waiting.
Dad didn't come...
I stopped believing in fairy tales.
Remember? We also met around New Year.
I do.
The eve of 2010.
For me that was another year with a loss.
Mom went real quiet,
as if ashamed,
that she'd spoil the celebration...
She never complained.
She only worried about us...
I didn't want to go to that party at all.
But mom insisted: 'Go, have fun,
it's your last year in college'.
You were not like everybody else.
You too.
You were so happy. And really stunning.
Why did you ask me for a dance?
There were plenty of girls.
All of them were nice,
but... your laughter was special.
- Just typical laughter.
- No.
How haven't I realised,
that you don't laugh anymore...?
Less reasons to laugh, I think.
I haven't noticed either...
Yeah, those were the times.
Remember, how I chased you for months?
But you'd turn me down all the time.
But Katya was after you back then,
I didn't want to interfere.
Ah, Katya! She's after everyone!
Come on, she's my friend.
She just wants a family.
She wants it so bad, it's almost scary.
I don't regret going to that party.
Meeting you.
(slow music)
- Nice fish, eh?
- Mmm.
Delish! Ordered from the same guys?
Mom's calling... Go change!
- I'll be in the living room.
- Uh-huh.
- Hi, mom!
- Hi, sweetheart!
- Happy upcoming New Year!
- You too! We're done with dinner.
We also.
- Hi, everyone!
- Where's dad?
- Turning on the TV.
- I see.
- Hi there!
- Congratulations!
Happy New Year! Stay happy and healthy!
Thanks! Same to you!
Yes, health comes first! Take care.
- Indeed.
- All the best to you.
I'll call you tomorrow,
mom. Enjoy your night!
- You too, kids! Bye!
- Bye!
- You could've put your pants on.
- Who cares?
(distant fireworks exploding)
Lida! Are you selling your flat?
Why haven't you told me?!
Why am I finding this out from an ad?
I'm a real estate agent! This
is my job! Are you kidding me?!
You never took me for a professional!
What kinda friend are you? And how...
Are you serious...?
Why the sad faces? Has someone died?
People break up sometimes.
True.
You'll meet someone new.
All families have hard times,
you don't have to divorce every time.
It's different.
Don't forget about midlife crisis.
He's 33, maybe, that's the case...?
Wait a sec, are you my friend or his?
I'm worried for both of you.
We're used to thinking of you as one.
And what now?
How are we going to meet up?
It's OK, nothing's gonna change.
- Hi all!
- Hey!
Come on, spill it!
- I've told it already.
- Won't you tell me?
I will. Any buyers yet?
Yes, there's a young couple.
But don't tell them you
broke up. It's not feng shui.
- Is it a big deal?
- You bet!
The aura, the good vibe, you know.
Tell them you're moving to Moscow.
- Like, moving up?
- Yeah, taking it to the next level.
Have you guys decided for sure?
Sardana, we're done. That's it.
You can take a look.
Gosh, Lida!
Want my opinion?
Go ahead.
You're making a mistake, Lida.
He'll be taken in no time, he's
in the 'second wave of bachelors'.
What wave?
First wave is college graduates.
Second, divorced.
Third, widowers.
Even those poor guys?
Hold on! There are pragmatic grannies,
who browse through obituary sections,
find addresses, and go hunt fresh widowers.
- Get out!
- Should I go hunt widowers?
Can't help imagining Katya in action.
Stop it!
By the way, Katya has a new tradition.
What's that?
At midnight, on New Year's eve,
she sits on the window sill.
And?
Come on! This helps her lure men.
- Oh, I see...
- Will you stop?
Stop looking like that.
It's just a joke, Katya.
No hard feelings.
It's just good fun.
Dima! They're here.
- Oh, Mrs. Nina?
- Hello, my doves!
- Lida, do you have yeast?
- Yes, sure.
Wanted to treat the old man with
some pirogi, but I ran out of yeast.
- One sachet is enough.
- Take it all, I don't need it.
A perfect option for a young family!
The owners. As you
see, they're also a couple.
Ambitious young people.
Don't take your shoes off. We're packing.
They bought this flat
when they were your age.
It was a mortgage, right?
They paid it off very fast.
Can you feel the vibe?
Check how hot the radiators are.
It's -50C outside, but you
can stay in a T-shirt inside.
Kitchen. Beautiful cabinets.
Furniture, appliances, it all stays.
Let's look at the bedroom.
Here. And what a view!
All you need for a
perfect start to your day!
Can you hear it? Not a
sound from the neighbours.
It's crucial, especially
for a young couple.
- The furniture is so nice.
- Yes.
All the furniture stays.
Isn't it awesome?
Vasya, let's stop looking, okay?
We're taking it.
- What do you think?
- Let the kids decide.
We like it.
- Is it a deal, then?
- My son will be the owner.
Oh, I see!
The rest is technicalities. I got this.
If it's a deal, we'll vacate it in 3 days.
- Everything's ready.
- Very good.
- Bye-bye!
- It was a pleasure!
- They're so sweet.
- They are.
- Were we the same?
- I guess.
- Mrs. Nina, we are moving.
- What?
Yeah.
How come?
All of a sudden...
Why didn't you tell us?
What are we going to...
If I go somewhere, who
will look after my old man?
He'll be sad.
These guys are very nice. They'll help you.
Who knows...
You were like kids for us.
- We'll be dropping by.
- Absolutely.
Very odd, the whole thing.
I'll come around later,
the old man's probably waiting.
Why did you tell her we'd drop by?
What else could I have said?
She will be waiting.
For both of us together.
Well, think of something, you're a pro.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
(slow music)
What about the photos?
Aren't you forbidden from smoking?
Oh, come on...
It's my wife's job to pester me.
- Can I have one, then?
- Have you started smoking?
Not really, just for the ride.
Well, less poison for me.
I've been promoted, all of a sudden.
I proposed an optimization plan.
- And?
- They liked it.
And look at that! I'm the team lead.
I'll take a vacation at my parent's
house, and start when I get back.
Congratulations, Lida!
Thank you!
Why go to the village?
You could've flown south.
There's no place like home.
I'll just chill, eat, sleep...
Recollect myself and get back on track.
Is it him?
Um-hum.
Do you love him?
I suppose...
Sure, I do. Or it wouldn't
have lasted this long...
That's true.
What's his plan? What does he say?
As usual: "Wait a little".
- His wife's had an episode, recently.
- Really?
"Wait a little" means
"until she dies" or what?
How could you? Knock on wood!
But, you know,
I visualize it every now and then...
Venera, you're a smart, successful woman.
Do you believe all the
bullshit about his wife?
She's sick! He can't just leave her.
- Their kids are still small.
- There you are!
People who want to divorce don't make kids!
If I leave him,
I won't find another job in this city.
It's a big game, you
can't get off just like that.
Don't be afraid, do something.
Him again?
Do you think I don't get it?
I do.
- Okay, bye.
- Bye.
(dance music)
(laughing and cheering)
(knocking on door)
Dima! Open!
Open the door!
How do you do...
Dima!
Dima! Get up!
Why are you not picking up?!
- Sakhaya...
- You ignore my calls!
What the...
I worried myself sick!
What the hell are you doing?!
Booze again?
- Huh?!
- Come on, easy!
- Why are you in bed at noon?
- I'm 33! Enough...
You broke up with Lida!
You hang out with sluts!
- Answer me!
- Take it easy, please.
Sit, I'll explain everything.
Sit down.
- Go on!
- We're making a movie.
We have no fixed hours.
- What movie? Who with?
- With Lyokha, my friend.
- What about the phones?
- I've hired a guy, he's filling in.
- Movies! What if you fail?
- What if I don't? See the difference?
- Wasn't your job fine?
- Exactly! It was fine.
When I asked Lida how things
were, she'd always say: 'Fine'.
It was not damn fine. Here's the result.
Though, everything was fine, in fact.
What next? Robbery?
Give me a break, it's a prop.
Stop worrying, sis.
I'll be okay.
It's okay.
(slow music)
Is Dima dating anyone?
No idea.
I haven't asked.
He was like a son to us, I'm worried.
Stop it, mom...
We're afraid he might go to the bottle.
A man needs a woman, anyway.
A man needs a goal, I suppose.
Sure thing.
But who is going to show him the way?
A woman.
There's a high school meetup tonight.
Everyone who stayed here will come.
How nice.
Good to be home!
- What if I move here?
- Please, do.
Think for yourself.
- Would you be happy?
- Of course.
Oh, dad's here!
Any luck?
Have you fixed it?
Oh yeah, I fixed it.
Thawed it out with a heat gun.
Replaced broken radiators.
Did you do it yourself? No plumbers around?
They need to be watched over.
You can't rely on young guys these days.
They're no match for you, eh?
Any other news? Still living alone?
Sure.
Or? Are you dating anybody?
Not a chance.
You should have had a baby.
Then you wouldn't have split.
I don't know...
It's different with a baby,
you don't have time for nonsense.
I knew we wouldn't last forever.
I saw it coming.
Gee. You stayed with him
for ten years, seeing it coming?
Seems like that.
If I had a baby right away...
it would all be different.
We wanted a career, an apartment first...
Fair enough.
Time passed by, we started changing.
It was clear we'd split up.
I didn't want to be a single mom.
Speaking of single moms...
Sorry, Uigulana.
It's not your case, right?
Uigulana?
Ah, forget it...
I'm perfectly fine.
Have you heard about Masha?
She's getting married, to an Ethiopian.
Get out!
Anybody got an invitation? To Ethiopia?
Amazing. But I wouldn't dare do it.
That's why you're single.
Why? That's true.
They say "daughters are gifts for others".
It doesn't mean you
should marry foreigners.
A girl is a gift for her own nation.
Cut the crap!
Don't be smart, you're not in high school.
Relax. They marry whoever they want.
Spot on. Spot on!
It's up to them.
Now even a guy can marry a guy.
Maybe, a nice guy is
better than a bitchy girl?
That's enough!
- Let's go home.
- What's the hurry?
Lida's not here everyday.
Such nice company!
Lida, it was a bad idea to divorce Dima.
Dima is a good guy. You won't
find no real man in the city.
I mean it.
- The city is full of fags, I hear.
- Stop it.
Lida will move here,
then, where real men roam.
Sasha, you've had a few too many.
Bullshit! Wanna kick me out?
No. I'm just saying.
- Let's go!
- Wait, let's raise a toast!
- OK, bring it on.
- Be quick.
For Masha!
Hope she invites us
to her wedding in Egypt!
Ethiopia.
Who cares? Wherever it's warm.
Aren't you guys tired
of surviving at -54C?
No shit.
Time to go!
Give them a lift. I'll walk.
- Let's get going!
- There's still some left...
- You've had enough!
- Get lost!
Come, come!
I'll see you off.
Please!
Watch your step.
- Are they gone?
- They are.
Shall we drink?
No vodka left... OK, wine will do.
- Here's to our meeting.
- Cheers.
I'm kinda nervous.
Why is that?
Do you ever think about the past?
No. It was years ago.
We were just kids.
Maybe that's the reason
why... I still don't have a family.
You too?
No, it's different.
Did you love me, Lida?
It was another life...
Okay...
You're tired. I'll get going.
- Stay some more.
- No, no.
Thanks for having us all.
- Are you mad at me?
- No, it's okay.
- Shall I walk you home?
- No, I'm fine.
Will you see me again, Lida?
(slow music)
- Is it everything?
- The rest comes after.
Why the delay?
Cut! It's a take!
Keep rolling! Tail slate!
109, 1, 5.
- How was it?
- Perfect!
Good job!
Actors, camera crew! Do you copy?
Reset asap.
Nailed it!
- Will you give me a lift?
- You go with Vlad.
- Lyokha! Wait!
- I'm here.
Tomorrow is a day off.
I mean, the day after.
Lunch at 12 a.m, for 32 people.
Yes. See ya!
Let me know as soon
as you're done cleaning.
Assistant's aid became a
production manager, eh?
Who knew?
Natasha, let's go to a restaurant tonight?
Restaurant?
To celebrate my first role.
Besides, it's March 8th, Women's Day.
- Why not.
- Great.
You didn't want to be filmed.
How did that feel?
Well, friendship requires sacrifice.
Watch out, or you might become an actor.
- Good luck!
- See you!
The hall was enlarged
from 19 to 19.24 meters.
Put 'deduced from WC area'.
A double door installed in the hall.
Like this.
Entrance from this hallway.
This one is a structural wall, we can't...
Just a second.
Hello.
- Hi!
- Hi!
- Happy holiday!
- The same to you!
Where are you? What are you up to?
Nothing special. I'm at work.
Gee! Working on a holiday?
Well, you know... it's a new position.
Lots of work.
- Has Dima called?
- No.
Why on earth?
You're not in touch at all?
We're not.
He's sold the car, and
transferred me my share.
That was it.
I see.
OK, bye! Happy holiday!
- Hi.
- Hi!
Pretty flowers for a pretty girl!
- Shall we sit?
- Uh-huh.
Thanks.
But you shouldn't have bothered.
- But it's March 8. It's a must...
- Yeah, OK.
Your guitar.
Enjoy your evening.
Dima,
I'm afraid, you got me wrong.
Look, Dima,
I've got 3 options for you.
This one's a top choice.
Everything's close at
hand, a school, a daycare
- a bus-stop.
- Katya, I don't feel like buying a flat.
- Mortgage and stuff again.
- That's what everybody does.
Well, let them.
I'm okay with renting.
But... What about the money?
From selling your flat, your car?
Katya. Whose money is it?
Mine. I will figure it out myself.
Deal?
Dima!
- Alexei, who's going to cut my hand off?
- That big guy, with the tattoo.
- Yana, are we good to go?
- Yes, 5 seconds.
Sergei, we need the hand in the next scene.
- Where's the director?
- I'm calling him now.
We'll go over lines before he comes, OK?
- Where's Lyokha?
- I don't know!
- How come?
- Not answering.
But we're all ready! Overtime again?
I know. He's meeting an investor.
We've got no cash...
- Even for today.
- What then?
Everyone settle down! It's a rehearsal!
- The guys don't have their lines.
- Are you kidding me?
Have you read the
script? I've texted it to you.
Read it.
Ms. Ksenia, you sit here.
Lyokha! Where are you?
Got it. When are you coming?
Half an hour? The guys are nervous.
Okay, see you.
(distant laughing)
- Can we switch to a wide shot here?
- Yes.
- Hey, Lyokha!
- Hey!
We need to talk now.
- Right now? We're editing.
- Please.
Get some rest. We'll continue later.
We need to talk.
So, what's the life-and-death issue?
It might be, indeed. Just listen.
- I wanna invest in you.
- Where?
- Your new project.
- Are you serious?
You can lose it all.
I'm serious. I bet the project's a hit.
Better borrow from me, than from a bank.
Make me a producer or a co-producer.
- That's the real deal.
- I don't know...
I have to think...
Don't refuse a gift!
Wow! I can't take all your money.
Well, not all.
I've launched a second repair shop.
And put some aside for myself.
- Deal, Lyokha?
- Thanks, man!
- Let's do it!
- Go ahead!
Good afternoon.
Hi!
Oh, hi...
My dear Matvei...
He was such a hard worker.
Always ready to help others...
He'd always care for me, protect me...
Until his last days
he cherished me as the apple of his eye.
He was scared that I'd be left alone.
He hated the thought.
But, eventually, he was the first to go.
In the morning he'd always ask
how I slept, what I dreamt of.
He used to tell me all the radio news.
He'd save all the tasty things for me.
He'd always put the softest
pieces of meat on my plate.
Who is going to care for me now?
We lived in peace.
Until his last days.
We never hurt each other,
neither by looks, nor by words.
There were only two of us in this world.
We weren't blessed with children.
So he treated me like a child.
So did I.
I lived for him.
Everything revolved around Matvei.
Now I'm alone.
My dear friend...
You left me...
Memories are all I have.
Life is short,
it passes in a blink of an eye.
But there is true love.
It is given to you only once.
When you love, you never judge,
you never pick on each other.
You only know one thing
he is mine,
he is my destiny.
You accept him and trust him,
not trying to get ahead of things.
Chasing tomorrow
you may lose today.
You have to live today.
Poor Mrs. Nina...
Remember, how they helped
us when we just moved in?
Sure, back then Mr. Matvei
would almost run up the stairs.
10 years... and he's gone...
- Where are you going?
- Home.
I can give you a lift.
- Ready?
- Yeah.
(slow upbeat music)
(music fades)