To the Lake (Эпидемия)

Shit, this is the wrong village.

Stop! Wait for me! I'll be right back.

Hey, excuse me! Is one of you a doctor?

- Why? What's going on? - Anya, don't!

My wife's in labor. She was due in a week, but it started.

And the road to Moscow is out... I don't know what to do.

No phone or internet, either.

Can one of you help us? I don't know what to do.

Are the contractions regular?

I don't know... damn.

She's in a whole lot of pain. Vika! You should ask her.

We need to take her to the house.

Hey, stay clear!

- What are you doing, Ira? - They might all be sick.

What do you mean?

I'm not coughing and no fever. I don't even have a runny nose.

Ira, don't do this.

Got it.

Are you nuts? What the hell are you doing?

What do you want? Get back!

Look, I'm sorry. We barely made it ourselves.

It's a bad time. It's tricky.

And we don't have a doctor. Maybe there's one nearby.

It's a half-hour drive to Solnechnogorsk. Go there!

This will help.

There's a maternity hospital down the road to Klin.

It's ten minutes. I looked it up, just in case.

Have her take it, it'll hurt less. I've got more.

- Get in the car. Go on. Move. - Okay. Fine.

Sergey, give me a hand with this tent.

We'll go in your car. You've got room.

- Do you have straps? - Yeah.

Yeah, get them.

Look, can you spare some diesel? It's for Anya's car.

It's on the shelf in the garage. There's a gas can.

- On the shelf? - Uh-huh.

Sergey, who are Anton and I gonna go with?

With Dad in Anya's car. Now go put your stuff inside.

What, we're not going with you?

We've decided you are with Dad.

Who decided? She did?

Damn it, it doesn't matter now!

We just need to get out of here!

Let's get going!

Here, Sergey.

You press here and...

Don't worry, I'll be okay. You go first.

- Yeah. - We'll follow.

- Get in. - I want to go with Daddy!

Get in!

- Drive slow. - Uh-huh.

- Daddy! - Anton!

I want to go with you!

Anton, listen to me.

Here we go.

I'll follow you. You'll see me through the window.

No, no! I want to go with you!

Quit acting like a little boy. This way, let's go.

- Ira! - Don't "Ira" me! Come, Anton!

Listen. You're a big boy, aren't you, Anton?

- Hey, are we going or not? - Just a second!

Move it! These assholes might come back at any moment.

- Enough. Let's go. Enough, I said! - Okay.

- Let me talk to him. - Leave him alone!

- Anton, get in the car! - What is going on? Cut it out.

- He's my son. Don't tell me... - Enough!

Anton, dear.

It's all right. You can go with your dad. Deal?

And we'll go with Boris Mikhaylovich.

- Thank you. Thank you. - Misha, let's go!

- Let's move. - Boris, let's go.

Leonid, can you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Is this the only road to the village?

It's the main one.

They might take this road if they return. We should make a detour.

Then turn right at the fork and make a detour.

Anya, turn right at the fork.

Why? That's a detour.

It's safer.

We'll be zigzagging there for two hours. No, I'm turning left.

Anya.

Anya, where are you going?

Damn it, I told you to turn right!

Fuck it, it'll be faster.

She's hot, isn't she?

And also pretty young. Thirty at most.

I understand Sergey, though.

Anya's got money, that house...

Who cares about age? It's love. Age doesn't matter to them.

That depends whose age it is.

Anya, what's happening? Your car's smoking.

Do you copy, Anya?

What happened?

Sergey, we've got a problem.

Is it diesel for cold? Which did you take?

From under the shelf, like you said.

"On the shelf." God, were you even listening?

- How much did you use? - All of it.

Oof.

Okay, we need some winter diesel.

Get the towline. We'll tow the car to the nearest gas station.

You don't have a towline either?

- In either car? - I've never kept one in mine, I just...

Right.

Leonid, do you have a towline?

- I'll check. - Thanks.

- Look, Boris... - Yeah.

Where exactly up north are we going?

Lake Vongozero, Karelia.

I see. That must be 700, 800 miles?

A thousand... or slightly more.

Is your house big enough... big enough for everybody?

Let's get there before worrying about space.

There'll be enough space.

- What about the towline? - Fuck me.

What?

I must've left it in the ATV after hunting.

We'll go back then, I guess.

- We need to go back. - No, that's dangerous.

What, and here on the side of the road, in the middle of the night, is better?

- Give me the keys. I'll go myself. - No, you just stay put.

All right. I'll go back for it.

What if they're already there?

Then I'll just return without the towline.

Shouldn't Polina and Marina stay here?

No, I'll feel better with my women by my side.

Don't worry, I'll be quick.

"One leg here and the other there," as Anna Karenina said.

- Don't turn off the walkie-talkie! - Uh-huh.

Karelia, my ass. Pomors.

Misha!

Dad, we're not going back, are we?

I saw the towline in the trunk. This is fucked up.

Just abandoning all of them like this.

I don't care if it's fucked up.

They're hopeless, this crew.

The guide won't even last long. He's a goner even without the infection.

Sergey and his two girls? Jesus.

These fools aren't even gonna make it to Karelia.

Leonid, you hear me?

Leonid! Can you hear me?

Are you okay? Over.

Where are you? Over.

I don't understand why he doesn't reply.

What is there to understand?

I'm here.

Leonid, I'm checking my signal. What's the coverage radius on this?

Ten or fifteen miles.

We're fine, don't worry. We'll be back in a sec. Over and out.

He's passed out.

Sergey.

Don't leave, please.

We'll go to the St. Petersburg region.

To Lake Ladoga at Valera's place.

Are you sure Valera's still alive, though?

From there we can cross into Finland.

I mean, we have our passports with Schengen visas, right?

Can we even get in?

The borders are closed from what I read.

You "read"? God, please. What is it you read?

You'll believe any old bullshit you read on the internet.

How are we going to sleep?

Marina, what the hell is the matter with you?

Haven't you ever slept in a car? Sleep all you want!

I have to pee.

Let's go outside.

Just do it right here.

- I can't pee here, Lyonya! - Stop it, Marina! I'll turn away!

Please, let's go in the forest! I can't pee on the road.

Christ.

All clear.

Is this one ours?

Yeah, it definitely is.

Did you take the keys?

No.

What are we going to do without the car?

It's okay. We can't win every time. We'll figure it out.

They must be here!

Comb the woods! Check for footprints!

Let's go.

Move!

Don't let them slip away!

- I see footprints. - They're here! Move! Move! Move!

Leonid, you're pulling me too hard! You're hurting me!

Easy! Come on! There you go!

Keep quiet! Come on.

They went down there.

Everyone, let's go.

Leonid, you hear me?

Leonid, do you hear me? Over.

Poetry or prose?

Are you okay? Over.

Leonid! Tell me where you are. Over.

Everyone down here, quick! Do I have to say it twice?

What if it's not them down there?

- Their footprints are right there. - And what if they're not theirs?

- Anyone could have walked here. - It's freezing, Sanya.

Come on, forget them.

Let's take their car and go back to the base.