If there's no one kind, there's really no kindness,
guys, don't judge us.
Quick, over here, bitch!
- We'll fucking kill you! - Borya, don't hit him, Borya!
Don't hit him, he wants to say something interesting.
Quicker, bitch!
Come over here.
- Borya, come over here! - Please, what for, come on pleaaase?
- Booo, I will fucking kill you - Pleeeaseee!
Will fucking cut your head off!
Do you want a knife?
- I will cut it off, bitch! - Bring him over here.
- I'll tell you everything! Honestly! - Bring him.
- Where do you serve, bitch? - I didn't serve in the army!
Didn't serve?
- Didn't serve, bitch? - Which one of us did the kind gentleman shoot then? - [Unintelligeble] Please don't, please.
- I WILL CUT! I WILL CUT! I WILL CUT! - Please-please-please don't
- Just his ear, just cut his ear off - Please don't!
- Bitch, blyaaat. AAARGH - Please don't, please, I will tell everything.
- Drop it. [Muted] - I WILL CUT IT OFF! - That's enough, chill. That's it.
- No need. Come over. - I wil KIIILL! - Come over here, lil bro, come on.
Everything, everything, I will tell everything!
[Muted] I will tell everything. Everything. I'll tell everything I know of. Please don't
This? A misfire.
My man!
MKhAT [theatre academy] cries for me.
- Where are the [other people]? - There. Our HQ is there.
- There - where? - Do you know the village there?
- Uh-huh. [Victor's ?]? - I don't know what it's called.
- What's next? - We were transported...
- Where are other people, how many more are there? - Some 20 people.
- Where, further down the treeline? - 20-25-30, something like that.
Uh-huh. Next
We had a HQ there, and in that village is a HQ.
What's your weaponry?
- I've none, here are my gloves. - Not yours, I mean with them, there.
- There we have missiles, MGs - What missiles?
- Some american kind. - American. - A catch.
- Which kind exactly, Javelins? - Something like that, there we have...
Throw me the gloves, Borya, I fucking lost mine
Quiet, quiet. What's next?
Catch a breat. Speak normally, calmly
- I will fucking kill, speak! - Calm it Borya, don't hit.
- I will keep killing them! - I will tell you everything.
- Tell it, before I bury you, bitch - I'm myself...My mother is russian, I'm russian myself.
- We told you we won't kill you. Didn't we tell you? - Yes.
Ohh, you fucking faggot, "my mother is russian"
- These bastards forced her, honestly. - Forced her?
- Come on, it's ok. - I... them... They took everything from me.
Calm down friend, calm down.
Quit weeping, start speaking.
Let's put it off for now, I'm interested in [?]
So how many people are in the dachas, can you show it on the map?
On the map, see here is the road we're going by, I'll show you the places.