The Rage (Бешенство)

CINEMA FUND

VOL'GA.

NMG Studio

THE RAGE.

Get out.

After you taught me lessons, the whole body hurts.

- Maybe, you'd carry me? - Obviously...

Okay, let me go.

Just let me go! I'll go myself.

Let go! What are you doing?

Here's my buddy, Dima Nifontov, lying.

He died when he was 27.

Missing him?

Just wait, you'll feel it. Don't be in a hurry.

Let go! Bitch!

Another Dimon lies here. Tereshonok.

He managed only to 26.

And here's my best friend lying. Kostya Grishkov.

Feel how soft the ground is here.

It's fluffy! Do you want to lie down?

And Kostya is lying, no claims...

What a fool you are.

There are twenty guys lying here, friends of mine...

...none of them survived their thirties.

At least you can be proud of yourself, you're a centenarian.

They didn't know what they were in for when they put that shit in their veins.

And you see everything clearly.

I get my wisdom from YouTube.

Do you also want to die with a syringe in your vein?

No, I want to be like you.

Quietly in my bed, surrounded by beloved children and grandchildren.

So I didn't bring you here for nothing.

- Let's go. - I can go myself!

Yourself you can only put syringe in your vein.

Here you are! I've called several times.

Has the phone gone dead?

Hello!

Have you brought the asshole?

- Well, he's actually my son. - Yeah...

Get out, your majesty.

A real skinny guy, just like mine.

- This bag is for you. - Okay. Oh...

I forgot the keys. Just a sec...

Misha! Give me the keys from the second half!

- Come on, be quick, it's freezing. - I'll go and get them myself.

What's this place?

Your motherland.

We'd better put the car into the garage.

I'll do it right now. Should I take anything?

- Take the bag. - Okay, right.

Let's go.

Come in.

You've heated it up like a sauna.

Everything for the dear guests.

Hey, where're you going? We go barefooted there.

Take the shoes off.

You'd get some water.

- Yura. - Eh?

- Here's ammo. - Okay.

Wow, Igor, as always, thank you!

- Look, hot is here... - Go, set the table.

But it's ready.

Come on, make yourself comfortable and join me.

This bed is yours. The mattress here is softer. Try it.

What can I do to get you to take me back?

Dad, what are you doing?

What have you done?

- That's it. -What have you done? - Are you nuts?

Am I a dog or a slave?

From now on it will be like this:

We sleep, exercise in the morning...

...pack up and go to the taiga...

...there's a hunting lodge there, there you won't have to be handcuffed...

...but here it'll be like this.

You're nuts, it's you who must be handcuffed!

Get out! I've got nothing!

- Lie down! - Don't you touch me!

Let go! Let go, I told you!

There's fresh air...

...game, melt water...

You'll like it.

Give me the sneakers, my feet are cold.

Put the blanket on.

I had my last dose yesterday. Do you get it?

It's gonna be a hell of a night of withdrawal!

You'll make it... You'll make it.

A forced detox.

Freak... What a freak you are.

Why don't you eat the shaved meat?

I'd better eat hot first.

Ah, that's right.

He's spending all days like this.

All summer long he saved up, of course, I added to it...

...and he bought a used one through the Internet.

Now that's it, the kid's gone.

Forbid.

It's no use. As soon as I leave the house he goes back to playing.

When mother comes back from the shift, let her sort it out herself.

And what about yours? How's he?

I took him to all sorts of clinics.

I went to all sorts of witches and healers...

...prayed for him, ME! Lit the candles. Nothing helps.

I only saw him once, two years ago, at Julia's funeral.

- Is that when he started? - No, he started earlier.

That was what got him down.

In the evening...

I come home, he's not in.

He's not answering the phone.

Of course, I am up all night and worried.

And in the morning...

I open the door...

...and see him lying in the stairwell... on a rug.

Beaten, dirty, like a mangy dog.

You know what? You're right to bring him here.

That's right. You know, how good our land is.

It's healing here.

Come on.

Look, Yura...

The cops have pinned me down.

- Kidding? - What is it like here?

Some customs officers make you pay...

...and others catch you.

That’s the system. My turn has come.

Good thing a friend warned me that they are coming...

...to arrest me on Monday.

- Wait. Arrest where? - Arrest to prison.

I'll sit out a couple of years, get some sleep...

...read some books, think about life. No, that's not discussed.

But I have to break Vova first.

So until they find me, I'll be in the taiga with him.

Will you help us?

Of course I will! It hurts you think I wouldn’t!

The potatoes are about to be ready!

Misha, shut that crap down...

...go talk to Uncle Igor, at least you’ll learn a thing or two.

Dad, 15 minutes more, please.

Mine used to sit at the computer at night, too.

Then he switched to heroin.

Misha, turn that bloody thing off!

- Why so long? - Traffic jams, damn them.

- Let's go look what's there? - No, thanks.

I'll stay here, near the cars. But you go.

Follow the tracks, you can't go wrong.

There must be two of them.

They went to check the station in the morning.

And in the evening their bosses told me there hadn’t been a word from them.

Keep silence for a moment.

So what's there?

Have you found both?

I have.

What a creature - he gutted them both!

But there were two wolves, too.

Were they having a party or something?

Strange wolves: attacked during the day, gutted and abandoned.

- We should declare a quarantine. - Really? Quarantine?

Is that Wuhan? Rabid wolves don't gather in packs.

If these two are rabid, there will be more.

Hi.

- Waiting for me to get up? - No, just sitting.

Dad...

I've been thinking all night long...

I understood you're right.

It's great you've brought me here.

I felt it was the right thing to do.

It was like looking into the mirror.

And what did you see there?

Everything...

So much shit...

There was also meanness, nastiness, hatred...

I won't tell lies any more, dad.

I do want a doze, but I won’t... Honestly.

My word to you.

Great.

- Let's go home. - Of course, we'll go.

After all the shit goes out of you.

So that you look into the mirror with joy...

...seeing no shit in it.

And what if it doesn't get out?

I'll beat it out.

Come on, Misha, come on. Get on with it.

I can't.

You'll make it, son, you'll make it.

Come on, raise your axe and chop.

- I can't! - Did I warn you? I did!

- Chop this bloody crap! - But dad!

Chop it now, I said!

Why are you pushing on the guy?

I'm gonna come now and chop your hands off myself.

Now!

More!

More! Come on!

That's right! Well done! Well done!

You, bastard! Bastard!

Now we'll live normally!

- Don't you feel sorry for the boy? - That'll teach him.

Why are you standing here! Get out!

When are we leaving?

Igor, listen...

Maybe you'd better keep Vova here for a while, eh?

They say a wolf gutted someone at the tower last night...