The 9th Company (9-ya rota) (9 рота)

1988—The Afghanistan war is in its ninth year.

Krasnoyarsk, Siberia—1988, day one

Don’t cry, please.

Two years. It’s only two years.

Two years. It’s only two years. —Vorobiev! —Yes

—Vorobiev! —Yes

—Chugainov! —Yes.

Okay, go now

Is Ryabokon here? There he goes. He’s over there.

The enemy won’t pass!

Mama

Well? It’s time to say goodbye.

This is for you.

Brothers, the border is locked And the key’s in the pocket.

Come on! Go! Quick

Put your stuff on the table! Quick!

Bags here! Beer, vodka, and other booze on the table!

Is she your girlfriend? Have you fucked her, at least for one last time?

What? Hasn’t she given it to you?

Alright. Don’t worry. Everything will be all right.

There are many nice boys out there. They’ll take care of her.

What’s this? —Paint.

Warrior, what are you going to Draw there? Wheel of a tank?

Have you brought the easel, painter?

Gioconda

Next.

You think she’s gonna wait for you? She’s gonna get fucked in two holes while you write her love letters

What do you want from me What have I done to you?

Oh, you can talk! So maybe you wanna punch me in the face? Come on.

Come on. Bitch.

Relax, son. I’m gonna make you a real soldier.

Do you know the first rule in the army? A soldier should firmly

endure toughness and difficulties of army life.

Say, why did you wear a suit? You think there’s a party here?

I have no other clothes.

Let’s switch. I’ll give you mine, plus cigarettes.

You don’t need it anymore, right? And I need go out to the city, disco, and girls

Can you understand?

Yes, nice military service you’ve got.

You bet. It’s like a beautiful dream which you don’t wanna wake up from.

So, deal?

Of course. —That’s my boy.

Take the sheet away, Sure.

Beautiful dream, you say Yeah

Hold it motherfuckers!

Hold it, I said!

Relax, son.

What you said there about enduring toughness and difficulties, huh?

Let go of me, Let go.

Remember?. Can you remember?

Can you remember?

Can you remember? Finish your hairdo yourself.

Finish your hairdo yourself.

Guys, is this the Sixth Unit?

And where you think you going‽ Fucking Rambo, piss off

Chill out, Chugun. What?

Nothing. What’s the name?

Volodya Vorobiev

Lutayev Oleg, for short: Lutyi (Fierce)

This is Ruslan, Gioconda

Stas, Seryi

It’s good to see you.

Volodya

Ryaba (Pocky), Chugun (Pig-iron), that’s it.

Move, mate

Sit, Vorobey (Sparrow)

Continue, Ryaba

In short, I wake up in the morning

My head’s exploding

Open my eyes with my fingers Look around …. What the hell’s this house?

How the hell did I get here?

There’s a girl sitting next to me.

Smiling

Naked!

Woo-hoo.

And her father. Stands above me Like above a dead man.

He says, dude, you real fucked-up. The girl is under 18. So decide. Either registry office.

Or police.

And the slut covered her tits with the blanket. And looks innocently

Like nothing happened.

And ugly …. Like a bulldog.

But I said no, papa

I would rather lie under tank wheels.

than with her. Grabbed my feet and start running.

Hoping I get here first before he gets to the police station.

And I got married yesterday.

The wedding and the send off at once.

What? Congratulations.

Pretty boy.

Alright,she said,now I am yours. Come on, we can do it now.

She thinks I am a fool. I open the door I’m gone for two years, while she enjoys herself here.

She yelled all night long. How come I didn’t touch her.

But I said, when I get back. I will check it.

And if it ain’t there—I’ll kill you bitch

Left it as is.

That’s him. That one.

Wearing a suit.

What’s wrong with you, sucker? Who are you pointing at?

Quiet, quiet. Go have a rest.

I’ll crop your dumb head myself now. These are Afghan Units, dickhead.

Come on, bitch.

Ahh … Oh …

Fergana, Uzbekistan, day three

Where are you from?

I am from Grozny.

Where?

Grozny

From Grozny. So you’ll be called Pinochet now

—What? —Pinochet.

Why Pinochet?

I don’t know. Why not?

Is he coming for us?

Whatta face.

Where are you from, clowns?

We are from Siberia, Mr Commander.

I am Lieutenant Dygalo

What?

Are you hard of hearing? Come on, get up.

Get up quickly.

Stand in a line quickly.

Put your hats on

Attention.

I don’t think there’s anyone blind here. That’s our mountain there.

Beyond it is Afghan.

And for you to not die The first day you get there.

I will train you for three months, twenty-four hours a day.

From this minute on. Any questions?

No questions.

Turn right.

Follow me to our camp.

Run …

When I order to run. You should bend your arms.

Go.

Name?

Private Ryabokon

Name, Private Chugainov

Soldier’s straps are not for holding the balls, warrior.

Name, Private Bekbulatov.

N …. Private Stasenko

Private Petrovsky

It’s you, our painter.

That’s me, Comrade Lieutenant.

What are you doing here, son?

Should’ve stayed at home.

To draw naked women or flowers.

You see, Comrade Lieutenant. Accordingly to Dr Freud

Any painting is a sublimation of subconscious instincts.

Including the instinct of violence. But you can dismiss this.

Because Soviet science does not recognize the bourgeois doctrine of doctor Freud.

Very clever.

Sorry, I’ll fix it, With your help, Comrade Lieutenant.

Rule №1

Paratroopers should be always ready for a sudden attack.

Very good. Name.

Private Lutayev

Rule №2.

Brighter than a lieutenant Is only the First Lieutenant

Forget who you were and what you knew.

Remember, clowns.

You aren’t good and aren’t bad here.

Not bright nor stupid, Not even a painter. You are nothing.

You are not even humans. Here you are shit.

I’m the one who will make humans of you. With my bare hands.

Clear?

Yes, sir!

I did not hear it.

Yes, sir.

Louder.

Yes sir!

Fill it up!

Comrade Lieutenant, how come the first unit runs with light equipment.

Take your girl to the bushes. with light equipment.

Here, the more ammo you bring, the more chances to survive.

The mission is, beat off the armed enemy.

Take the height, confirm your position and report me the situation.

Comrade lieutenant. The second unit is ready.

The preparation for the mission is done.

Stand up.

Run, forward.

Forward, forward.

Forward.

The mission failed.

You are all corpses. You, you and you.

Cargo 200 in the black tulip.

Piece of shit in a zinc coffin.

The convoy that will go here …

… encounter the enemy’s ambush

Do you know what’s the meaning of one machine-gun?

Up there, on the height.

Huh!

Do you know?

Get up, dead men. Put on your helmets. Run down.

I said, run, run.

I wish to get to Afghanistan already.

Sparrow.

Whatcha want?

Take my dick to piss I’m so tired, can’t get up

Him‽ Nah …. He’ll overstrain himself.

Look, Snow White comes.

Come over here.