Viking (Викинг)

«HISTORY - IT IS A SYMPTON, OF WHICH WE ARE SICK» MAO TSE-TUNG

YEAR 977. PAGAN RUSSIA.

THE RURIK FAMILY RULES SCANDINAVIAN LANDS AND COMMERCIAL ROUTE OF THE VAREGUES TO THE GREEKS,

A VIKING TERRITORY ALONG THE NORTH TO THE ROMAN EMPIRE TO THE SOUTH.

AFTER THE DEATH OF GRAND PRINCE SVIATOSLAV I, HIS THREE SONS DIVIDED THEIR POSSESSIONS.

IN KIEV, THE ELDEST SON YAROPOLK.

THE SECOND SON OLEG IN DREVLIANS TERRITORY, AND THE YOUNGEST, VLADIMIR, IN NOVGOROD.

OLEG ENVY PRINCE YAROPOLK AND NEGOTIATES ALLIANCE,

WITH AN OLD ENEMY OF RURIK'S, - PRINCE ROGVOLOD OF POLOTSK.

When I close my eyes, I see the forest in winter.

The cold, white snow speaks about death.

What happened here, profoundly changed our lives.

POLOTSK

From there will go.

Have you heard this alone?!..

All my life I served the Rurik house. Why did I choose your son Oleg?

Because he was crazy just like his father.

Although not so smart.

In the forest we were not the only ones.

After them!

C'mon, C'mon...

There were also others.

- Here! - Come on...

Where's my axe? What's that?..

Drop it.

We are your brother's people! This is our hunt and our prey.

Take it.

Which brother?

I have two.

Ah?

The youngest? Vladimir?

Nope.

We are from Kiev.

Enough, enough!

- He serves to Yaropolk. - We can share.

- We're not greedy. - Share?

Share...

Yaropolk has the best soldiers.

The largest castle.

And this is still little.

What are you waiting for?

Stop!

It's Yaropolk.

Talk to your brother.

We'll pay him. A ransom for dead will pay, and that's all.

You killed my soldier. How should I deal with you?

I have a wedding present. For her bride.

- Your men wanted to catch him. - I also came for a wedding present.

Yeah...

For you.

Bring it to me.

I did not invite you!

We're going to Polotsk. The bride is waiting for us.

It's easier to talk outside the wall.

We have to catch up. All.

POLOTSK

Let's go!

There are still people on the slopes.

I can see for myself.

Move faster!

Out of the way!

Quick!

This is their war. Close!

Spilled blood calls of revenge.

Yaropolk decided to sacrifice me.

Right here, in the house of your enemy, Prince Rogovold.

So that everyone knew that Yaropolk is not to blame for Oleg's death.

But his brother's blood was upon him.

Yaropolk! Answer me. Why the hell did he run in front of me?

Did I pushed him?

- Gives! - Your men were chasing us!

You served my father. He is dead.

And you live.

You served my brother. In here.

And you live.

Maybe I live. Because you do not come serve to me.

Yeah...

That's where your place is.

Execute him. He did not to save my brother.

If you are against the law, he says, We'll leave you at the gate.

Is this your last word?

Come on.

Get off me!

- Are you ready? - Wait... wait.

Yes.

Hold my hair.

Not to get dirty while displaying in the eyes of the god of thy father.

Tell my father... I buried the god of war!

You'll have to say this to him.

Hand...

They do not twist their heads twice. Stand up!

That's right!

By law: two times heads do not cut.

He has that right.

Step back! Varyazhko, we have to keep him back.

Come back!

Let it go!

He's a true.

It was not necessary to allow to leave.

Remember Yaropolk! You're guilty of Oleg's death!

Do you love the law? By law you will have revenge!

Vladimir is still alive!

You see...

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Here is Polotsk.

The applicant negotiates on the other side.

First I fought for the prince of Novgorod, and then by the Vikings to the north.

Now we're here.

- Yaropolk is not my enemy. - Neither friend.

You wanted to fight for the two brothers. You helped me, too.

This is not my war...

- Now it's yours too. - Is that why you came?

Father! Who's the suitor?

I'm, Vladimir!

Do not rush.

Prince of the Rurik's House.

Vladimir? I've heard.

It's true that you ran away in fear of your brother's soldiers?

To the north, is not it?

I was with the Vikings.

Huh...

And why did you come here then?

- You will not find your brother here. - I came to you.

It's my pleasure to meet you.

I want to unite our homes.

Take this, local custom.

Will I be happy there? Will I go with you to war?

We'll both be happier.

Unless you are afraid. Come and bring your subjects.

So? Do you accept?

It seems that she does not like chickens.

- You came for the soldiers. - I want you, not soldiers.

Father, is not for me but for you.

Wait. Let's talk.

- Wait. - The interview is over.

None of this will happen.

- You do not know me well. - I know all about you!

- Shut up! - You know what?

- To tell? - Shut up! - Speak.

- Still say?! - Well, do it.

Do not you dare answer!

You are the son of a slave.

If I marry you,

I'll clean the boots of the slave's son.

Shut up!

- He's not a Prince? - It's a prince!

Your brother, maybe I'll take it. He's a prince. But you, you're nobody.

Are you sure?

- I love my mom! - Come on.

Take your son away.

It was his first fight.

To his brothers he was not a prince, but the son of a slave.

By law he had the right to make war with the older brother,

Grand Prince Yaropolk, to become equal to him.

More smoke, smokes!

The smoke!

Vladimir wanted alliance with the Prince of Pololsk,

and now we fight against it.

Because the offense is not only a coward,

or slave.

Let's prepare a berserk attack. I'm going with the Vikings.

Let's attack the old gate.

Look at me.

Let along with this cup.

The sacred fury and strength of the beast will enter you.

Take revenge on them!

Kill them all! Kill them all!

You came without an invitation.

Give him a cup of rage!

You can, become one of us.

Vladimir!

Vladimir!

Go! She changed her mind and wants to take off his boots.

- Get up! - Leave her!

And them, too?

They killed them.

Are you going to hide here? What did you do?

Let me go!

Now the whole family together.

- Let me go! - Lie down, lie down said.

- Leave her. - What?

- Come with me. - She wants revenge. Where are we going?

- And he too. - He'll go to war, too?

There'll be no war.

We will go peacefully.

Go away from here.

- What you mean? - My brother and I'll be equal.

Yaropolk must pay for Oleg's death.

A ransom,

for me and my people.

Yaropolk killed Oleg. Have you forgotten?

People do not change.

Let's go to Kiev.

Peacefully.

You come with me.

You're be my wife.

I'm going to love it.

KIEV

You'll approach the sorcerer.

Hey!