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Someone paged me. But no one's there.
I paged you.
Yes?
It couldn't wait until tomorrow at Parliament?
No.
Have our S.T.A.R.T. friends given us permission to do our jobs yet?
Yes, sir. And we didn't even have to ask.
Something wrong, Sergeant?
I didn't Join the Russian Army to dismantle it for the Americans, sir.
None of us did...the world changes.
We must change with it.
Everything is ready?
Everything is ready, General.
Good luck.
Thank you, sir.
What are they doing?
8 minutes, 40 seconds.
8 minutes, 40 seconds. No time to relax, boys.
Oh, my God.
Oh, God. Oh, my God!
Calm down.
We're going to die.
We're 15 km away. Under a mountain.
I want my money.
Be strong. You're an officer.
I'm so afraid...
No, no. It's time to be strong.
I don't think I am.
Pity.
Take him away.
We never discussed detonating a bomb.
If they'd discovered missing warheads, they would have found us in hours.
Now it'll be days before they even reach the crash site.
I hate these new ones. They don't seem real.
He looks bug-eyed, deformed.
They'll have the roads blocked.
It was stupid.
It's meaningless because they haven't listed anyone's rank.
Where'd you learn to speak Russian?
No, no, no... listen, listen
Music should flow like a language, child.
Listen.
Joy
Sadness, you understand?
Changing a single note can turn joy to sorrow. Your turn.
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