Dugout (Блиндаж)

Shine, shine, my star.

Shine, show me the way.

Lead me, the only star of my heart,

I will never have another star.

Lead me, the only star of my heart,

I will never have another star.

Magical light, star of love,

My many wasted years.

You pure light, shine for me again,

My beautiful star, give me new hope.

Basilar skull fracture with closed abdominal trauma.

Tryptamine and sodium chloride 500.

Anesthesia ready.

He's fibrillating. Let's do it.

Adrenaline.

- Ready. - Intubation.

Defibrillator.

- Ready. - Hands off!

Back off!

Time of death: 23:17.

Notify the dispatcher.

Hello? Substation 16, unit nine.

Body in the car.

Good day. Yes, as discussed.

Mauser FG-2, two Gewehr 43 rifles, with ammunition.

In excellent condition.

No FG-47. But I'm still working on it.

If you pay more, I'll dig one up this week.

Of course, there are sites.

It's completely legal.

Hi.

- Hello. - Good morning.

Moscow, sleeping on the job again?

Briefing in five minutes, honor us with your presence.

So, we've had 38 calls so far,

18 of which were hospitalized, two strokes,

and two traffic accidents overnight.

Seven were injured, multiple traumas, and one dead in the car.

Sergey Nikolayevich, what is the arrival time standard?

We were only three minutes late. They even opened the cars.

I'm a doctor, not an ambulance driver.

I asked, what is the expectation for arrival on site?

Twenty minutes!

Or is the standard different in Moscow?

Listen,

why don't you clarify this with the director

and leave me alone?

You what...

What do you think you're doing?

Unit nine! Reprimand and bonus forfeiture.

Screw you!

Sit down, damn it!

I said, get back to your seat!

I understand...

All right, colleagues. Let's get back to work.

Seryozha! He worked here during the tough times,

- and yet a Muscovite became the boss. - What's that to me?

You can shove it.

I was assigned here, because there are few doctors.

I didn't volunteer!

But if anyone doesn't like it,

I'll find another job.

No big deal.

Calm down.

- Hello, Paul. Where are you? - I ask you...

Understood.

Hey, Zhorzh!

- This one's for you, how do you say it in Russian? - Bugle call.

- Bugle call. - Just keep quiet.

Get in.

There's beer in the back.

It's not even 12 yet.

- Give me one too. Come on. - You're driving!

Look, it's a German machine. Practically autopilot.

After the war, your machines were left smashed in the forests.

Maybe they're not so great after all?

The tanks were made by Porsche. But only jerks drive Porsches.

Got it?

Paul, this is blaring. Turn it down.

What, your ears are sensitive?

My head's splitting after a night in the ambulance.

I'm not sleeping just so I can hang with you.

A true friend.

Where are we going?

On a recon mission.

You'll see.

KURAHOVO

- What's that you have? - Periodontosis.

That doesn't matter. It's common. So is cancer.

Somehow, I got impotence and suffering too.

In your case, that's not a warning, it's a prophecy.

Drop dead.

Super? I dug here last time, in your area, near Donetsk.

Do you know how much a fallen German soldier's ID

is worth, for example, in Berlin?

- How much? - A lot.

Everything from World War II is worth a lot. Everything.

Somehow, I'm not too enthusiastic about looting battlefields.

Too bad. These are your people.

I found the lighter at a Soviet soldier's grave.

He took it from some German.

- But he wasn't happy with it for long. - Why?

A shrapnel was sticking out of his skull, and the lighter was in his hand.

He never got to light it.

My grandfather died in the war. Somewhere under Minsk.

Any smartass could dig him up too.

- It's all the same to you. - Okay.

Keep it. A gift.

By the way, I have a gift for you too.

Okay.

- Sasilk? - Shashlik.

Why is my...

Your face? It's always like that.

I'm a little fed up with all this.

What did you say, how much can you make on medals in your place?

"Make"?

Earn money.

A lot.

And it's not too hard to find them.

You'll see.

That way.

No one's dug here yet.

- Why not? - The recon led them astray.

Seryozha.

Look, everyone's digging here. This is 1943.

Your guys retreated here in '41.

They dug in here.

This was the defense line.

But everyone fell.

Anything from here is already rare.

Why?

Tanks rolled through, and everything got buried.

Still, there's some stuff left. There's digging to be done.

Let's go.

I don't think it's visible from the road.

So...

What’s going on here?

I see you know the Great Patriotic War better than I do.

When it comes to business, you need to be better and faster.

European attitude.

- You’re really serious! - Yes, sir!

- Put it on. - The correct way to say it is "pick it up."

A rickety cinema or Rozie is moving.

Sorry, professor, "pick it up."

I won’t take it. You must have taken it off a corpse.

Come on! It would’ve rotted in the ground in a year.

Serjozha, listen to me.

At the end of the month, there will be a double historical reconstruction here.

- Reconstruction. - Reconstruction.

If I run into a patrol or the police,

I’d rather look like a reenactor...

Like a German marauder?

Why don’t you put on a German uniform?

Clown, huh? Now, get dressed.

I haven’t dug here yet.

We’ve been wandering for two hours.

This isn’t how I imagined relaxing in the great outdoors.

- You said it would be interesting. - Stop whining. It will be.

You’ll see.

- Got it! - What?

Give me the small shovel.

- What is it? - You’ll see in a moment.

A machine gun.

There was a machine gun position here.

Let's take it.

Take it.

What the hell do you need this for?

Let’s move on.

- But... - There's nothing here. Let’s go.

Paul.

Did you hear that?

- What? - Did you hear that?

No. What happened?

Something strange.

Okay.

No, nothing.

What’s that sound?

It’s coming from over there!

- Again! - Serjozha.

It’s a shelter. It connects the two trenches.

There can’t be anything there.

- Come on, let’s dig here. - It’s been dug up a hundred times.

An idiot would crawl in, thinking he's the first.

Sorry, I didn’t mean you.

If you want, dig it out.

Aren’t you tired?

I’m okay.

Try a 24-hour shift in an ambulance, then you’ll know what tired is.

Quite the mole, huh?

- What’s up? - Mole.

Keep going.

Done, we’re in. Are you happy now?

We lost two hours.

- They fired. - Was that it?

We need to get out of here.

No way!

What is it?

Artillery fire!

What artillery fire? They only fired here in ’41.

Then again. Those are cannons.