Сын отца народов

Episode Two

Jasha, you know we have artillery for that!

Hitler wouldnít dare come near us.

We are a wall, are we not?

Yeah, heíd be too scared to pull something like that.

I wonder who that is.

Letís have a look.

Jashka! Tolka!

Vaska!

Hi!

Hello!

Look at you! Let he give you a proper hug!

Vaska!

I havenít seen you in two years!

Artemik, youíve gotten big as an elephant.

Perhaps, but Iíve still got my eagle eye!

Are you heading to the ski rink?

Artem is dragging me. ìWhy not give it a go?î - he says!

So, why not give it a go?

I would love to go with you guys!

So why donít you come along?

Really?

Wait here then, let me just say hello to father.

Weíll be here. Run along.

Wait for me.

Drive!

Comrade Chairman of the Central Committee of the VKPB Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin,

allow me to report!

Report.

Cadet Vasily Josephovich Stalin of the Tkachenskaya Red Army Flight Academy

reporting that has finished with his training and ready to serve.

Good boy. Youíre here just in time.

Have a seat.

Do you want dinner? Iíll tell them to set the table.

No, thank you, dad.

Iíd rather go to the ski rink with my brothers.

You wait just one second - are you trying to hurt your father?

Let me have a look at you.

Son.

Yes, father.

Do you know how to fly the plane already?

Yes, of course - higher and higher!

Have you decided where youíre going to serve?

Yes! The 16th interceptor squadron of the 57th air brigade.

Itís quite close to here, actually - in Lipetsk.

As soon as Iím awarded rank, I ship out to base.

Thatís good.

Have a drink.

A drink for our family.

For you, dad...

For Svetka, for Jashka, for Artem...

And for our mother, may she rest in peace.

I said drink for the familyÖ why are you bringing her up?

I always think about her, dad.

You donít want to drink for her?

You made me do it and now you donít want to?

You wanted to go to the ski rink?

Yes.

Go then.

It must be boring for you with an old man like me. Go.

Thank you, dad.

Go.

Connect me to Voroshilov.

Klim.

Call Lipetsk. The 16th interceptor squadron.

Tell them that my personal orders are not to cut Vasily any slack.

No special treatment - they must be as strict with him as they would be with anyone else.

Thatís it.

Cut it out, Vaska! Donít be mad at father.

You know how he isÖ Stern.

Oh, my brothersÖ Back in artillery school I donít see women at all.

Look at all these beauties.

Jashka, what kind of girls do you prefer?

I donít even knowÖ

Maybe that dark-haired one.

The dark one?

Isnít she a bit too chubby? You wonít reach her lips over that belly!

Look at that ginger one!

What do you think?

Nice.

Youíre an expert on this topic, I see.

Vaska seems uninterested - to him being sore is more attractive than the ladies.

That one is mine - watch this.

You ready?

Ready.

Let go of me, you hooligan!

Donít try to break or youíll fall.

My name is Vasya, whatís yours?

As soon as we stop - you are getting your face slapped.

That just means that we wonít stop.

Your name is Galya, am I right?

Do you know me or something?

I guessed right.

Galya, why donít we have some tea and pirogies? My treat.

Yes? Letís go over there.

Two teas, please.

Coming right up.

This is just my way of shedding guilt - so I donít get slapped.

There you go.

Thank you.

Here.

Itís hot.

Sure is.

Galya, are you a student?

Did I guess right?

Are some a gypsy or something?

My father is Georgian and my mother is Russian.

And what are you studying to become then?

I study at the Polygraphist Institute, my major is Irrigation Publishing.

Wow.

You must read a lot of books.

I always preferred sports to all that - hockey, footballÖ

Look at him go... Here we are looking all over for himÖ

While heís serving that girl teaÖ

Good for him, at least his mood has improved.

Where do you study?

I graduated already.

Iím a pilot. Yes.

Pretty soon Iím getting promoted to First Lieutenant.

Every girl dreams of a pilot for a boyfriend.

Galya, would you like to have another lap?

Galya, IÖ

Galya!

Wait!

Galya!

Where do you live?

I live on Kirovskaya Street. It used to be called Myasnitskaya, do you know it?

Whatís the house number?

What if I want to pay you a visit? Will you really chase me away?

No, I wonít - Iíd be glad to pour you some tea. House 11.

Galya, why donít we run away?

Why not?

Jasha, do you think war is coming?

Do you want to fight or something?

Thatís all everyone ever talks about. Thatís all I can think about.

I wish you thought about girls instead, dummy.

Please, come in.

Any good?

Yes.

Today has been a crazy day, hasnít it?

Go on, eat up.

Straight to the restaurant right from the rinkÖ

Why do you have so much money?

You gave the cab driver a tenner and now this restaurant!

Are you really a pilot or was that just a ruse?

Itís all a ruse.

Iím just a typical Moscow party boy.

Every alley cat knows me by name,

Every horse bows its head, no matter how lame,

Iím a friend of the animals, you see,

When Iím feeling down they put my soul at easeÖ

Waiter, we need another round over here.

Youíre a fan of poetry, I see?

The boys are completely out of controlÖ

I thought that pilots only know Mayakovski.

I read whomever I want. Come, letís dance.

Get up.

Why did you drag me here?

Everyone is so overdressed here while Iím in my sweater and winter tights.

They look at me as if I were a scarecrow.

Who?

All of them.

Galya, youíre the prettiest girl here - they can choke on their envy.

Let me get a little foxtrot going.

Forgive me, Comrade Captain.

Boy, get over here.

Stand at attention!

Why are you in a restaurant at this hour?

Who gave you leave?

Or have you forgotten the rules?

Well allow me to remind youÖ

TolikÖ

Forgive me, Lenochka.

A cadet should be at his barracks this hour of the night.

Now get out of here.

Come, Lenochka.

Did I not make myself clear?

Captain, why donít you mind your trollop and leave me be?

Are you insane, boy?

Donít just stand there - run!

Faster, Galya!

Call the police.

Stop it this instant!

Tolik!

Get him!

Youíre going to be court marshaled!

Get him!

You little son of a bitch.

You little shit - you donít know who youíve pissed off.

Iím going to court marshal you.

Captain, hold on to your boots because youíll be shitting in them in a minute.

Thatís enough, Captain.

Thatís enough.

And you, shut your mouth, pup.

Check his documents, they will probably be forged.

Get your hands off me.

Calm down, citizens.

What seems to be the problem?

Who broke the law?

Captain, can I speak to you a minute?