You understand dear Yuri Petrovski,

nowadays no one should

be deprived of
the light of Art and Literature.
Our society’s scientific ideology
demands that
the Party focus its attention on Man.
We have been instructed in our new
humanistic focus
by Great Lenin and Mighty Stalin,
who teach us that Socialism
cannot be victorious
without the transformation of Man.
And Art and Literature have
an enormous
role to play in this transformation.
That’s what got me thinking:
What about the mentally ill?
Are they not people too?
 Don’t they get to be
transformed as well?
Shouldn’t they enjoy the benefits of
Art and Literature?
Within reason of course…
In my opinion, the mentally ill of our
society cannot be compared
with the mentally ill of Capitalist and
Imperialist countries.
 Our mentally ill will
never be abandoned.
We will never stop believing that
they can be cured.
Our scientists struggle day and night
to find new treatments
for that cure…
And Art and Literature, perhaps,
they too have something to
contribute to this struggle…
My dear colleagues.
 I present to you
Comrade Yuri Petrovski
whom the Writers Union has sent
to help us out
Yuri Petrovski is a young writer who
has written short stories
in the style of the great
Maxim Gorki.
Yuri Petrovski has written accounts
and tales about
the building of Socialism, and for his
marvelous stories and accounts,
he has received the Grand Prize of
the State presented to him
 by the Great
Comrade Stalin himself.
I pause here to express my thanks
once again to the Writer’s Union
for sending us comrade
Yuri Petrovski.
Because a writer like Yuri Petrovski is
exactly what we need
someone who can tell the simple
stories of life like no one else.
Comrade Yuri Petrovski, you must
write stories
to tell the history of Communism to
our mental patients.
We believe that the mentally ill have
the right and the duty to know
the history of Communism and of
 the Great October
Socialist Revolution.
It is to rise to this challenge that we,
 the entire medical staff of the
Central Hospital of the Mentally Ill
 as well as the mentally ill
in our care, appeal to you,
dear comrade Yuri Petrovski.
Use your talent to tell us in simple
words the history
of Communism and the Great
October Socialist revolution.
Use your talent so that the
mentally ill
can also have access to the light of
the Worker’s Movement.
Use your talent and your patriotism
so the mentally ill
may feed on the hope that the Great
October Socialist
Revolution has brought to
all the workers
 of all the countries in
the whole wide world.
I know, dear comrade Yuri Petrovski
that you are going to find the words
that go straight to the hearts of our
mental patients.
All the mental patients of our
institution: the slightly,
moderately or deeply debilitated,
those suffering from schizophrenia,
autism, or depression,
neurotics of all sorts will be invited
to listen to you.
All of them. Except perhaps, those in
high security.
We’ll come up with something
else for them.
That is to say, we’ll have specially
organized sessions just for them.
Here is your room,
dear Yuri Petrovski.
Here’s everything you’ll need.
We’ve given you the room with the
best view of the garden
because we know how you
writers love nature.
You need to see the trees,
to see the sky,
to see the birds who sing
in the trees…
Oh we know, dear Yuri Petrovski, we
know what the heart and the soul
of a writer is made of,
we know everything.
Make yourself home in this
room of ours.
Our devoted medical assistant
Katia Ezova
will bring your breakfast to your
room every morning.
At noon and in the evening,
 you may eat with us in
the main dining room…
You see, dear Yuri Petrovski,
 the entire medical staff,
we eat with our patients –
or at least those who can make it to
the dining room without incident.
And I am proud to tell you,
dear comrade,
that sixty percent of our mental
patients can make it
to the dining room without incident.
And twice a day.
Noontime and evening, they make
their way to the dining room
and eat in the company
of their doctors.
But of course, Yuri Petrovski,
you can do as you wish.
We know that a writer
can sometimes
 be struck with inspiration and,
at such times, he doesn’t move,
he doesn’t eat, he sees no one,
he hears nothing, he writes.
Writing is a great mystery. I know.
Comrade Dekanozov,
I feel it is important
to have direct contact
with the patients.
 I would like, eventually,
to speak with some patients.
Would this be possible?
Comrade Yuri Petrovski, not only do
you have the right to do this,
but we encourage you to do so.
This is your home.
It’s only natural that you want
to get to know it.
Katia Ezova will take care of you.
She’ll show you everything,
the patient’s rooms,
where they get their treatment,
the baths, the gardens,
everything and anything at all.
Work hard, Yuri Petrovski.
 As soon as you finish the first
chapter, we’ll begin the sessions.
I am convinced, comrade,
that certain mental disorders can be
cured by hearing a clear,
concise and compelling narration of
the History of Communism.
 Good-bye comrade.
Long Live Mighty Stalin!
 Yuri Petrovski,
I must ask you something.
Did you see him up close?
- Who?
 So many people lie.
They pretend to have met him.
Those people make me
want to puke.
Saying you’ve met him when
you never have.
 Who?
-Stalin. You really met him?
The Director said that it was Stalin
himself who gave you the Prize.
Is it true? Did he really give
it to you in person?
 Yes.
-When.
A long time ago. Before the war.
-And you saw him up close?
 Yes.
What’s with all these questions?
Because… because I want to know…
Is he tall?
Not very.
Is he… taller than you?
-No. I don’t think so.
But you saw him up close,
very close.
Yes, sort of. I was with other young
comrade writers at a congress.
And he went down the line
shaking our hands.
He shook your hand?
- Yes
Oh Yuri Petrovski. I’ve never met
anyone who really met Stalin.
 Katia Ezova, calm down.
I didn’t know him personally.
I just shook his hand.
 And his eyes,
what were his eyes like?
His eyes?
His eyes. Did he look you
straight in the eye?
I don’t think so.
 What? You don’t remember?
How could you not remember?
Comrade Katia Ezova, why are you
asking me all these questions?
You know something, Yuri Petrovski.
Me too. I also write.
What do you write, Katia?
 I write poems.
- That’s nice, Katia.
But I’ve never shown them to
anyone, Yuri Petrovski.
That’s just fine, Katia.
But I must show them to you,
Yuri Petrovski.
Another time, Katia.
 No, Yuri Petrovski.
I must show you my poems now.
But it’s almost three in the morning.
 Just one.
- All right. Go ahead.
I’ll recite it to you.
I’d rather read it myself.
No, Yuri Petrovski. No. My poems,
they are all in my head… here…
In fact, I never write them down,
I always hold them in here…
right here…
And how many have you got
in there?
Thousands, Yuri Petrovski,
thousands.
 All right, Katia.
Pick out one and recite it to me.
 Stalin you are our light
In the night without end
Stalin you caress and possess every
thought that we send.
Stalin you are our reason to be
Stalin in us you live eternally
Stalin all we have is thanks to you
 Stay Stalin stay,
we will make your dream come true
 Katia Ezova, stop!
What are you doing?
Shh! He is here… He is here…
He is with us.
Hold me, Yuri Petrovski.
Hold me, hold me.
Katia, I’m married…
Hold me, Yuri Petrovski.
Hold me, hold me.
Well then what is a “utopia”?
A utopia is when you’re in deep shit
and you want to get out.
But before you can get
out of the shit,
you’ve got to examine
your situation.
And if you’re smart, you’ll see, one:
you’re not the only one in deep shit
and two:
you’re not the only one who wants
to get out.
And if you follow these
thoughts further,
you’ll soon realize that you’ll never
get out of the shit by yourself.
Oh no. The only way to get out is
with the help of all the others:
 all the comrades who find
themselves like you in deep shit.
But the ones who stuck
you in the shit
don’t want you to get
out of the shit.
They won’t let you get
out of the shit,
not you or your comrades who are
with you there, stuck in the shit.
 And the ones who
stuck you in the shit
can keep you there because they are
strong and united.
So it follows, to get out of the shit,
you and your comrades
must also be united.
That’s what comrade Lenin said one
day in 1915 when he was in Zurich
which is a city in Switzerland
which is a country
which was not stuck in shit.
“Comrades”, said comrade Lenin, “in
order to get out of deep shit,
it’s not enough simply to want to get
out of shit, you must unite.”
That’s precisely what comrade Lenin
said one day in 1915 in Zurich
where he and other comrades had
found a safe haven
where they could make plans.
And then all those who were stuck
in deep shit back in Russia said,
“Yes, comrade Lenin is right”.
And they united and joined
hands with each other
and with great effort they pulled
themselves up out of the shit.
Bravo comrade Yuri Petrovski. Bravo.
That’s it. Well done, Yuri Petrovski.
You know how to write from
the heart
without veering from the truth.
You are a great writer,
Yuri Petrovski.
You have understood completely.
Thanks to you, our patients will
finally be able to understand
the very essence of our Great
October Socialist Revolution.
Work on, Yuri Petrovski, work on.
Our mentally ill need you
Yuri Petrovski.
The strength of communist ideology
must penetrate everywhere,
everywhere, deep into the diseased
minds of our patients.
For thought cures thought.
When thought meets thought,
miracles happen.
We only need to find
the right words,
the right tone, the right emotion. . .
And you , comrade Yuri Petrovski,
you have found the key.
And with this key we can open the
door to the spirits of our sick ones
and they will at last bask
in the sunlight
of the words of Great Lenin and
Mighty Stalin. . .
Thank you comrade Yuri Petrovski.
On behalf of the entire medical staff
and of all the mentally ill,
I thank you from the bottom
of our collective hearts.
Breathe.
Fill your lungs with air… breathe
deeper… again.
Again. Fill your lungs with air.
Say “utopia”.
Don’t shoot, comrade.
 Be quiet.
- One more time…
Don’t shoot, comrade.
 Shut up.
- Concentrate hard.
It is a word with a rising curve. Like a
horse rearing up to the sky…
"Utopia”
A horse pisses standing up so why…
-Can it, Ivan.
Can you hear how it rises? "It rises
and embraces the sky. Utopia."
Go on, Yuri Petrovski.
It begins in your mouth and ends in
the stars. "Utopiahhhh..."
Very good. "Utopiah"
Well then what is a “utopia”?
" I want to pee standing up!
I want…”
Stuff it, Ivan. Go on, Yuri Petrovski.
A utopia is when you’re in deep shit
and you want to get out.
But before you can get out of the shit,
you’ve got to examine your situation.
And if you’re smart, you’ll see, one:
you’re not the only one in
deep shit and two:
you’re not the only one who wants
to get out.
And if you follow these
thoughts further,
you’ll soon realize that you’ll never
get out of the shit by yourself.
Oh no. The only way to get out is
with the help of all the others:
 all the comrades who find
themselves like you in deep shit.
Yuri Petrovski, may I ask
you a question?
Yes.
Is your mother always on a plane,
Yuri Petrovski?
My mother is dead.
Why does it always go
“click, clack clunk.”?
Don’t start, Sasha. Continue,
Yuri Petrovski.
Right. The more you think about it,
the more you realize that you can’t
get out of the shit by yourself.
You can only make it out with the
help of all the comrades
who are stuck in the shit with you.
But the ones who stuck
you in the shit
don’t want you to get
out of the shit.
Yuri Petrovski, a question. . .
 Place your bets
Madame and Messiurs.
Horses aren't the only ones
who pee standing up.
They won’t let you get
out of the shit,
not you or your comrades who are
with you there, stuck in the shit.
Is Henri Barbusse still alive?
No, no, no… No, no, no, it’s not
true… no, no, no…
Is Henri Barbusse still alive?
Shoot, comrades, shoot!
 There are no such
things as airplanes.
Silence, comrades! Go on,
Yuri Petrovski.
So it follows, to get out of the shit,
you and your comrades must
also be united.
That’s what comrade Lenin
said one day. . .
Who? Who? Click clack clunk?
- Stop it, Sasha.
That’s what comrade Lenin said
one day in 1915
when he was in Zurich which is a
city in Switzerland…
That’s not in Switzerland…
…which is a country which was
not stuck in shit.
“Comrades”, said comrade Lenin…
That’s not in Switzerland.
…in order to get out of deep shit,
it’s not enough simply to want to get
out of shit, you must unite.”
That’s precisely what comrade Lenin
said one day in 1915 in Zurich
where he and other comrades had
found a safe haven…
Long Live Great Lenin!
- Long live Great Lenin!
 …to make plans.
And then all those who were
stuck in deep shit back
in Russia said,
“Yes, comrade Lenin is right”.
And they united.
 Long live Great Lenin!
- Long live Great Lenin!
Lenin never said you shouldn’t
pee standing up.
Shut your traps and listen to
Yuri Petrovski.
And they united and joined hands
with each other and
 with great effort they pulled
themselves up out of the shit.
And the people who had stuck
the others in shit
were killed or thrown into camps.
 And then Stalin, great comrade of
Lenin, said, “Comrades, it isn’t over,
we must now build a country where
no one will ever have shit dumped
on them again.”
And Stalin said, “Comrades, I have a
scientific method to build a country
where no one will ever have shit
dumped on them again.”
That’s not in Switzerland.
Katia Ezova, Katia Ezova, Katia Ezova,
it’s not right, Katia Ezova.
Calm down, Sasha.
And all the people who had just
gotten out of the shit
began to construct this
new country where
no one will ever have shit dumped
on them again.
And then Stalin saw that certain
people who had begun with him
to build this country where no one
would ever have shit
 dumped on them again,
didn’t want to see it through.
And Stalin said, this is not
good because those
who don’t want to see things
through will slow us down.
You can’t build a country where no
one will ever have shit dumped
on them again with people who
won’t see things through.
I’m through with people who won’t
see things through.
We will kill them.
And then, a pal of Stalin’s, comrade
Dzerjinski , who’s first name is Felix
and whom we’ll call Felix because
it’s easier to say than Dzerjinski,
anyway Felix says to Stalin,
“Comrade Stalin,
I have a scientific method to
separate the men
who don’t want to
see things through
 from the men who
do want to see things through.
 And those who didn’t
want to see things through
were sent to Siberia, to the Gulag.
Then one day a man turns up
in the Gulag,
a good friend of Stalin and Felix, and
the people who had been sent there
for not seeing things through
asked him,
 “Why are you here with us who
didn’t want to see things through,
you who did want to
see things through?”
 And the friend of
Stalin and Felix replied,
“I believed I wanted to see
things through but Felix
showed me using his scientific
method that actually,
without my even being aware of it, I
didn’t want to see things through.
And this friend of Stalin and Felix
demanded to be shot;
 for as he said to Felix,
those who don’t realize that
 they don’t want to see things
through are more dangerous than
those who know they don’t want to
see things through.
But Felix told him: wait,
we’ll shoot you later
when you once again
desire with all your heart
to see things through
because then you will be
really dangerous.
He’s dead. So is he dead?
Let’s stop here, comrade
Yuri Petrovski.
We’ve worked hard enough for
today. Go comrades, it’s time.
Mesdames et Messieurs,
place your bets…
Woman, right side.
You’re wasting your money.
No woman ever comes from
the right side.
Piss off!
Ten, man, left side.
C’mon, place your bets.
- Animal! Animal!
How much, Sasha. Shit!
How much?
 One.
- C’mon Ivan, play…
A couple, right… three!
Oh no. That’s too much.
He can’t do that.
Shut up. That’s too much.
You can’t do that. Two.
C’mon who’s next, Mesdames et
Messieurs place your bets.
 Woman, left side.
- Two times left, impossible.
Shut up. Place your bets
Mesdames et Messieurs.
Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle.
Okay, okay… How much?
- Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle.
One? Two?
C’mon, c’mon place your bets.
This isn’t Switzerland.
I’m the one who says that, get it?
I’m the one who gets to say
“place your bets.”
 C’mon this isn’t Switzerland.
One, okay? C’mon Ivan, speak…
Dog.
You’re throwing your money away.
They don’t have dogs here.
 Dog. Left side. One.
-And on top of that… from the left!
This isn’t Switzerland.
Stalin, left side!
Shut up! You’re not in the game.
No more bets!
But I have money. Stalin, left side!
It’s my right.
Get the hell out of here. I said you’re
not playing. No more bets.
What an asshole!
C’mon, c’mon Mesdames et
Messieurs, place your bets.
Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
are you working?
Yes.
 Let me come in, Yuri Petrovski.
- But you should be in your room.
Comrade Yuri Petrovski the lightly
mentally debilitated and
the moderately mentally debilitated
can leave their rooms.
The lightly debilitated and
and moderately debilitated never
did any harm.
Yuri Petrovski, can I come in?
Come in.
Yuri Petrovski, I present myself.
Timofei, moderately debilitated.
I’ve come to welcome you on
behalf of all those in
the Section of the Moderately
Mentally Debilitated.
My comrades have elected me to be
their representative and invite you
to our section, to come among us,
comrade Yuri Petrovski.
We know that you have read your
marvelous accounts of the
Great October Socialist Revolution
for the lightly debilitated.
And that’s why my comrades
have sent me to
ask you to come to us
Yuri Petrovski.
Don’t leave us out, Yuri Petrovski.
Don't abandon us.
The moderate debilitated have put
all their hope in you.
 We await you.
Don't abandon us.
But Timofei. It's already planned.
There are lectures planned for your
section. It’s not a question…
You know Yuri Petrovski,
in this hospital,
the moderately debilitated have
it the worst.
We don’t even have the right to
piss standing up.
That’s why my comrades have sent
me to you in good faith
to beg you to come to us,
to be among us.
We know you writers are sent
everywhere:
to the workers, to the peasants, to
the soldiers, to get things going,
You’re sent everywhere,
 everywhere except to the
moderately mentally debilitated.
Why, Yuri Petrovski. Why? Why?
Timofei, I promise you I will
come to you as well.
 No one has ever come to us, to be
among us. No one! Never ever ever…
In the name of the Writers Union I
promise that I will come to you.
Now go back to bed.
When? But when?
We have been waiting for you
for four years. When?
 But Timofei,
I’ve only been here a week.
We have been waiting
for you for four years.
 For four years!
Don’t be afraid, Yuri Petrovski.
I’m not dangerous. We moderates,
we’re not at all dangerous.
 We’re the ones who keep
things under control at night
in the Section of the
Mentally Debilitated…
One more thing, Yuri Petrovski…
we… how do I put it…
 We moderates…
we’d like to offer you a little gift.
 We have a little gift for you. Be so
good, Yuri Petrovski as to accept it…
I accept.
This is for you. And good night,
Yuri Petrovski.
Oh and if you ever need anything
always remember, in our section,
at night, no one sleeps…
Work hard, Yuri Petrovski.
Yuri Petrovski...
- Yes…
Are you working?
 I’m working Katia Ezova.
Can’t you see I’m working?
Yuri Petrovski, read me a page…
just one…
Let me work.
 Yuri Petrovski,
but just read me one page.
Take it. Read it yourself.
 Yuri Petrovski,
I have to hear your voice.
You’re the only one who knows
how it should be read.
Yours is the only voice that…
that can read this…
 That…
Your voice is like…
Yuri Petrovski you are…
Your mother would be proud of you,
Yuri Petrovski.
You have talent,
Yuri Petrovski
You are a true poet, Yuri Petrovski.
No, I am not a poet.
Oh yes, you’re like
Illia Ehrenbourg.
Katia…
– Yes…
How long have you been working
in this hospital?
It’s been ten years, Yuri Petrovski.
Ten years… Impressive.
Tell me, Katia what do you want me
to read to you.
Read me the part about Stalin
after Lenin dies.
All right. Here goes…
But when I’m done,
you have to promise to go and let
me work. You promise?
I promise.
Before he died Great Lenin had
pronounced that a country
where no one will ever
have shit dumped
on them again needed electricity.
 And so Great Lenin showed the
people how to produce electricity.
And then he died. And he was
enshrined in Red Square.
 And the people wept.
And Stalin said to the people,
“Before he died, Great Lenin called
me before him and spoke saying,
“Dear comrade Stalin, I am going to
show you the path the
people must follow to
build a country
where no one will ever have shit
dumped on them again”
And Great Lenin gave me the plans.
“And here they are!” said Mighty
Stalin to the people,
shaking the plans in his right hand.
“Here are the plans I have them.
Don’t waste a single second.
To work, Comrades”.
The country needed a lot of cement.
And Stalin showed the workers how
to produce lots of cement.
The country needed a lot of coal
and Stalin showed the workers
how to produce lots of coal.
The country needed a lot of steel
and Stalin showed the workers
how to produce lots of steel.
The country needed a lot
of accurate books
 showing how to produce lots of
cement, lots of coal and lots of steel
and Stalin showed the writers how
to produce lots of accurate books
to show how to produce
lots of cement,
lots of coal and lots of steel.
And the writer Yuri Petrovski
wrote him many books
but they were never finished
because Kata Ezova
never left him alone
because each night
Katia Ezova would come into
the room of Yuri Petrovski…
No…
 …and ask him to read another
chapter and so instead of writing…
 No, Yuri Petrovski,
you didn’t write that.
You’re making it up, Yuri Petrovski…
instead of writing he had to
 read to Katia Ezova
her favorite chapters…
Yuri Petrovski, no, it’s not true. Show
me the page. You’re joking…
And that’s how Yuri Petrovski was
never able to finish the
real book that Stalin had
asked him to write…
Liar… Yuri Petrovski… Liar…
Hold me, Yuri Petrovski…
Hold me… Hold me... Hold me…
Yuri Petrovski…
- Yes…
Try to remember, Yuri Petrovski.
– What?
His eyes. What were they like?
- I didn’t look at his eyes.
Don’t tell me that, Yuri… You’re
lying. He shook your hand…
You had to look at him.
Maybe you even looked him
straight in the eye…
You have to remember…
What were his eyes like?
Let’s say he had a sort
of blank stare.
Blank?
- Blank.
And his voice.
He didn’t say anything to me Katia.
- Nothing? Not a single word?
Well, let’s say that he spoke to us,
not just to me, to all of us, he said
“The party needs you comrades.”
- That’s all?
 That was it.
- No, no, it isn’t true. It isn’t true.
Katia, be quiet. Shut up.
Yuri…
 Yes…
- You’re not afraid?
Afraid of what?
- Of the dark.
 No.
- I’m afraid for you, Yuri.
 You’re afraid for me?
- Yes. I’m afraid for you.
Don’t be afraid for me, Katia.
 I’m afraid for you like
I was your own mother.
My mother was never afraid for me.
- Sure she was. You just didn’t know.
Regardless, she’s dead.
So there’s no one left in the world to
be afraid for you?
No, I don’t believe there’s anyone on
earth to be afraid for me.
Are you ever afraid of yourself,
Yuri Petrovski?
Of myself? What do you mean?
When you write, you never get
scared sometimes…
that the words come off the page…
Katia, what are you babbling about?
- I’m afraid of you.
Afraid of me? Why?
I’m afraid of madmen, Yuri.
- But I’m not mad, Katia.
Tomorrow we read for the criminally
insane.
I’m scared of the criminally insane.
So how come you’ve been working
with them for ten years.
 It’s not that, Yuri.
It’s not that at all…
Yuri.
- Yes.
 What did he give you.
The moderate who came here.
He gave me a book
by Henri Barbusse
Yuri…
- Yes?
Who is Henri Barbusse?
He is a comrade writer of our
French Communist brothers.
Yuri…
- Yes?
Nothing.
- Yuri…
Yes?
Can I recite to you my
poem about frogs?
 I’ve written thirty poems about frogs.
- Choose one of them and recite away.
A little frog looked me in the eye
and said to me
“Katia would you please lend
me your tears
The universe is in your tears”
But my tears were in my mouth
And I swallowed them
 and with them
I swallowed the universe
And the frog began to cry Silence.
Did you like it, Yuri?
 You know, Katia.
You are very beautiful…
Yuri, say it again.
 You are very beautiful.
- No, not that, what Stalin said.
What?
“The Party needs you, comrades.”
Say it again.
Yuri Petrovski…
- Yes?
Are you working?
- Yes…
Forgive me for disturbing you.
I see your hard at work.
I am Stepan Rozanov,
the Assistant Director.
I wanted to tell you
 what you’ve been doing here is
simply magnificent, Yuri Petrovski.
I'm doing all I can.
 May I sit down a moment?
- Please do, Stepan Rozanov.
Yuri Petrovski, with your permission,
I would like to propose a toast.
Feel free, Stepan Rozanov.
to socialist literature which puts
itself in the service
of the people and the revolution.
- To socialist literature.
 Bottoms up!
- Bottoms up!
Comrade Yuri Petrovski.
You are a great writer.
I also want to toast the
Writers' Union
who has a great writer like
you in their ranks.
Comrade Stepan Rozanov,
I am not a great writer,
I am only a writer who writes
in the service of the people.
So I propose a toast to the
Writers' Union
and all of its writers who write in
the service of the people.
 Here’s how!
- Here’s how!
Were you in the war?
- Yes.
 Where?
- In Leningrad.
During the siege?
- Yes.
Okay then we have to drink one
more to Leningrad!
To Leningrad!
- Bottoms up!
 Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
I’d like to ask you a question.
But before I do, I would like to toast
to our Great Comrade Stalin,
the man of steel who, like you say,
got us all out of some
really deep shit.
 Long live comrade Stalin!
- Long live comrade Stalin!
That’s the ticket... So now,
this is what I want to tell you,
comrade Yuri Petrovski.
I have never read any stories
as reactionary,
as counter-revolutionary or as
subversive as yours.
You are one great talent,
Yuri Petrovski.
Comrade Stepan Rozanov…
I admire you Yuri Petrovski.
I admire you.
I imagine that it's easier to
write bad stories,
than to write totally reactionary,
counter-revolutionary,
and subversive stories. Am I right?
Comrade Stepan Rozanov…
Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
you know I’m the one
who informs Headquarters about
what goes on in this hospital.
And oh, how I’ve waited for
something to happen.
 Then you arrive.
And everything falls into place.
Therefore, allow me,
Yuri Petrovski,
to tell you that I am totally
behind your mission
and I will do everything
I can to help.
And I would be truly honored,
Yuri Petrovski,
if you would trust me enough to
show me your report
before you show it to anyone else.
Comrade Stepan Rozanov…
Don’t… comrade Yuri Petrovski.
Don’t say a thing.
 I know how it works.
To the victory of the proletariat.
It's been four years since I sent my
report to Headquarters.
Four years that I’ve been waiting for a
response, and finally, here you are.
I am so happy you’re here,
Yuri Petrovski.
Would you like me to read you what
I wrote in my report?
Be my guest, comrade.
Know then, comrades,
that hiding within our hospital are
not a few subversive elements,
not a few counter-revolutionaries,
not a few possible terrorists.
Most of the schizophrenics,
the melancholics and
the maniacs have a degenerate
bourgeois origin
and continue to maintain, within the
hospital, a false consciousness.
This is why I beg you,
dear comrades,
to take emergency measures,
because hiding behind the
mask of alienation and
 mental deficiency lie
dangerous reactionaries.
It is of the utmost importance to
 create a revolutionary
tribunal in our institution.
It is of the utmost importance
to separate
 the sincerely mentally disturbed
proletarian from the merely spiteful,
and malicious enemies of the
revolution.
The mentally disturbed of the
working class
are waiting for the Party
to come to their aid.
Don't abandon them in their
struggle against
the mentally ill of the bourgeoisie.
Help us, comrades!
I am certain that your method will
allow us to identify
the hostile elements
and isolate them.
Bravo, Bravissimo for what you
are doing, Yuri Petrovski.
Thank you, Stepan Rozanov.
At first, I asked myself: how?
 How is it possible that
reactionary, subversive,
and counter-revolutionary stories
can be effective in identifying
suspicious elements?
 And then I realized that in
the case of the mentally ill,
it’s the only method!
 We'll get them all!
They won't be able to escape us.
They’ll all betray themselves while
listening to your stories.
 In the end it's so simple,
so simple... and so clear…
It's beautiful what you’ve
concocted, Yuri Petrovski.
It's beautiful like the revolution.
Because it is only by way
of reactionary,
 subversive and counter-
revolutionary stories that
 we can unmask the
reactionary, subversive
and counter-revolutionary
elements...
It's as simple as that... We'll get
them, we'll get them all…
the class struggle does not stop at
the doors of our institution
The struggle must continue,
it must…especially now…
because they are saying that
comrade Stalin is sick...
Mesdames et Messieurs,
place your bets…
Handcuffed civilian, right side…
You're wasting your money.
No civilian in handcuffs ever
comes from the right.
Lay off!
 Two, patrolman, left side.
- Come on, place your bets…
Corpse on a gurney! Corpse on a
gurney! Right or left!
How much, Sacha? Shit! How much?
– One.
 Go Ivan, play...
-Black car, from... the right... Three!
Oh, no, that's too much, three, he
can't do that.
Shut up. That's too much,
you can't do that. Two.
C’mon, Mesdames et Messieurs,
place your bets.
Undercover agent left side!
But I'm the one who said
undercover agent!
Shut up, you said corpse. Place your
bets, Mesdames et Messieurs.
Igor the spy! Right or left side.
- How much?
One.
Igor always comes from
the left side.
 Say spy left and
you double the stake.
C'mon, c'mon, place your bets.
All right Ivan... speak...
this isn't Switzerland.
Dog.
Shit, enough of your dog.
There are no dogs.
He drives me nuts with his dog…
Dog, left side. One.
I'll do what I want.
It gets on my nerves... for two weeks
all I hear is... dog, dog, dog!
He does what he wants.
It's like in Switzerland.
In Switzerland you do
what you want.
 No more bets!
- Stalin, left side!
Shut up, moron. You're not in the
game. No more bets!
But I have cash! Stalin left side.
I have the right. I have cash.
I play how I want.
Get the hell out of here!
Go play with the hopeless
cases like yourself.
Anyway, you can't play here.
No more bets!
What an asshole!
No one bet on that. House takes all.
 No, it’s Igor the spy,
an informer I'm the…
Shut up, Sasha. He's Igor son.
House wins.
C’mon, Mesdames et Messieurs,
place your bets.
Yuri Petrovski... Yuri Petrovski…
 I have a letter for
Iossif Vissarionovitch...
Yuri Petrovski, don't let me down,
don't let me down,
Iossif Vissarionovitch must read this
letter, I beg of you, take it.
He doesn't know I'm here,
Yuri Petrovski,
I am Nadejda Alliloueva,
and I still love him.
Tell him I still love him.
Tell him that Nadejda Alliloueva
still loves him,
tell him his wife still loves him.
Tell him I am here and that
I'll always watch over him.
 Promise me,
Yuri Petrovski,
promise you’ll get this letter
into the right hands…
 Promise me, Yuri Petrovski,
love is stronger than anything.
 Tell him that I still love him but, I
don't want him to come to see me.
No, don't tell him where I am, just
tell him I'm still alive,
that I am watching over him, but
don't tell him where I am,
just tell him you met me,
I am Nadejda Alliloueva,
who loves him still, who loves,
yes, tell him all of this.
He has nothing to fear,
nothing has changed,
but you must deliver my letter into
the right hands,
 promise me,
Yuri Petrovski.
 I get his calls,
he’s got to stop drinking...
And don’t say anything to anyone...
Don’t say anything to anyone,
tell me you won't say
anything to anyone…
 Tell me something,
Yuri Petrovski, tell me something,
a word, a word, a word, a word...
I have a letter...
Yuri Petrovski... I have a letter for
Iossif Vissarionovitch…
 Yuri Petrovski,
don't let me down…
 Yuri Petrovski,
tell him that his mother said
that he shouldn't tire himself.
He's tired.
He doesn't kill anymore.
He isn’t well, I know.
He doesn't kill anymore
because he isn’t well.
 He’s sick,
he hasn't killed anyone in a week.
 He’s ill, unshaven.
Tell him his mother is worried.
He hasn't killed in four days,
he doesn't eat properly,
 he drinks too much,
he doesn’t shave, he’s sick.
Tell him his mother is worried.
He doesn’t kill these days,
he’s not sleeping well,
 he's tired,
he stays up the whole night.
Why? He doesn’t shave,
he’s coughing, he’s sick,
 he hasn't killed for a week.
Tell him his mother is worried.
He’s sick, he's got a cold,
he's tired, he's alone,
he hasn't killed in two days,
he's alone, he's tired,
he wakes with a fright.
Why. Tell him…
Sasha didn't do anything, no,
he didn't do anything,
 no, he told me,
he didn't do anything,
he didn't do anything at all, no,
he didn't do anything,
Sasha didn't do anything, no,
no, he didn't do anything,
he told me he didn't do anything, he
told me, no, he didn't do anything,
 no,
Sasha never did anything,
he was there but he didn’t do
anything, he was there,
that’s all, but he didn't do anything,
he was there, yes, he was there,
yes, that, yes but he didn’t do
anything, no,
 he didn't do anything at all,
no, nothing, nothing, nothing,
Sasha didn't do anything, he was
there but he didn't say anything,
he didn't see anything,
he didn't do anything,
 he was there, that's all,
but he didn’t do anything,
did nothing, nothing…
No, Maria Spiridonova doesn't like
pirogis, no, pirogis, no, not pirogis,
 Maria Spiridonova doesn't like
pirogis, no, pirogis, no, not pirogis,
 no, no, no, not pirogis, no, no, no,
enough pirogis, no, pirogis, enough,
no, enough, not pirogis, not for
Maria Spiridonova,
no, Maria Spiridonova
doesn't like pirogis,
 no, no, not pirogis, no, Maria
Spiridonova, no, no more pirogis...
We have made a considerable saving
on railway cars,
in total 37,548 linear
meters of planking,
 11,834 buckets,
and 3,400 stoves!
We have made a considerable saving
on railway cars.
We have made a considerable saving
on railway cars in total
37,548 linear meters of planking,
 11,834 buckets,
and 3,400 stoves!
We’ve saved 37,548 linear
meters of boards,
 11,834 buckets,
and 3,400 stoves!
We have made a considerable saving
on railway cars,
in total 37,548 linear
meters of boards,
 11,834 buckets,
and 3,400 stoves!
And a considerable number of
railway cars,
We have made a considerable saving
on railway cars,
in total 37,548 linear
meters of planking,
 11,834 buckets,
and 3,400 stoves…
Yuri Petrovski… Yuri Petrovski…
Yuri Petrovski…
Timofei... Timofei, let me sleep...
- Yuri Petrovski, it's the party…
Let me sleep, Timofei.
It's the party in “Solitary”,
Yuri Petrovski.
 Excuse me,
Yuri Petrovski,
but it's Ivan Mikadoi Gamarovski
who's invited you personally.
Timofei, let me sleep.
The comrades in solitary
are asking for you.
Also the court of the high security
section is in session.
You must come...The self-criticisms
have already started…
Timofei, how did you get
into my room? How?
 It was locked...
How did you get into my room?
Ivan Mikadoi Gamarovski celebrates
his fifteenth anniversary here…
 Do him the honor of
celebrating with him...
Because you're one of us now,
Yuri Petrovski...
we know you're one of us…
This way, Yuri Petrovski...
watch your head…
 Here...
Sorry to disturb you, Yuri Petrovski,
but it's a great honor for Ivan
Mikadoi Gamarovski
to have you visit him,
in the free zone...
Give me your hand, jump!
Here we go... we are...
Enter, Yuri Petrovski…
Welcome, comrade Yuri Petrovski.
It is a great honor for us
welcome you here to
the liberated territories of the Soviet
Union!
 You are, dear Yuri Petrovski,
the first civilian, the first person,
to enter the free zone
of this institution.
 We declare you, therefore, dear
comrade Yuri Petrovski, a free man!
 Here, Yuri Petrovski.
I have a small present for you.
 Try it on.
We know you’re one of us.
 I raise this glass to you, Yuri
Petrovski, for your true stories,
so truly revolutionary, that warm us
to the heart. Hip Hip Hurray!
Hip Hip Hurray!
I invite you to take part in our trial.
The Court of our free zone
 works day and night,
comrade Yuri Petrovski!
We ceaselessly judge
the traitors of truth.
We even condemned
Maxim Gorki to death!
 Its true, Yuri Petrovski, We even
condemned Maxim Gorki to death!
Is Maxim Gorki really dead,
comrade Yuri Petrovski?
It's very important to us since we
condemned him to death,
to get confirmation of his death.
He is dead!
I want to tell the story of
how I met Stalin!
I want to tell Yuri Petrovski
how I met Stalin.
We also want to condemn
Semion Babaievski,
Mikhail Boubiennov and
Vassili Ajaiev to death
because they won the Stalin Prize.
We give the death sentence to
everyone who’s won the Stalin Prize.
Are they dead too?
No.
So we can’t condemn
them to death yet…
But, comrade Yuri Petrovski, do you
believe they will ever die?
Sure…
 Dear comrade Yuri Petrovski,
allow me to introduce myself…
I am Ivan Mikadoi Gamarovski.
I have been here in this hospital
for fifteen years.
We created the free zone
ten years ago.
 We have here a circle of
revolutionary studies, a casino,
a tribunal that works 24 hours a day,
the People-Who-Met-Stalin Club…
I want to tell him how I met Stalin…
Alright, tell our dear comrade Yuri
Petrovski how you met Stalin…
I met Stalin, I met Stalin!
OK, you met Stalin but tell us
how you met Stalin.
 I knew him!
- Yes. But when?
I was in Commander Sergo
Ordjonikidze's unit!
Oh good, so you also met
Sergo Ordjonikidze.
Yes, I met Sergo Ordjonikidze.
 That’s fine.
- Long live Mighty Stalin.
Long live Mighty Stalin.
- Ribbentrop-Molotov!
 Comrade Petrovski,
will you accept the position of
Commissioner of Literature in our
provisional government?
Yes. I accept.
 Down with the traitors of the
revolution! Down with the traitors!
 A question, Yuri Petrovski, is the
French writer Henri Barbusse dead?
No, he is alive.
Ribbentrop-Molotov!
Comrades, I propose that comrade
Kouhkine reads to us
the chapter that comrade Yuri
Petrovski wrote about the war!
 Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
allow me to introduce the actor
 Kouhkine who knows
all the chapters that you've written
 here on the history of
the Bolsheviks by heart...
 Come on, Kouhkine,
come on up to the podium!
I will recite…the entire last
chapter that Yuri Petrovski
wrote tonight before going to sleep!
One day comrade Molotov wakes up
Stalin and tells him:
“Comrade Stalin, I'm sorry to wake
you, but our neighbor
Hitler has invaded us. And…”
Molotov adds,
“the thing of it is Hitler has invaded
us and we’ve lost the Ukraine.”
 “How could that be?” asks Stalin.
“How could we lose the Ukraine?”
“Well,” says Molotov, “the thing of it
is we’ve also lost the Crimea.”
“How could that be?” asks Stalin
“How could we lose the Ukraine and
the Crimea?” “Well” says Molotov,
“the thing of it is that we’ve
lost the Ukraine,
 the Crimea and
the North Caucasus.”
“How could that be,” asks Stalin.
“How could we lose the Ukraine,
 the Crimea and
the North Caucasus?”
“Well” says Molotov “the thing of it
is that we’ve lost the Ukraine,
the Crimea, the North Caucasus, and
the western section of the Volga.”
“How could that be?”, asks Stalin,
“How could we lose the Ukraine,
the Crimea, the North Caucasus, and
the western section of the Volga?”
“Well”, says Molotov, the thing of it
is that we’ve lost the Ukraine
the Crimea, the North Caucasus,
the western section
 of the Volga,
and now Hitler is
at the gates of Leningrad
and Moscow...”
And Stalin thought about this a bit,
and he said:
“We must declare The Great-
Motherland-Liberation-War. ”
 And he declared The
Great-Motherland-Liberation-War.
And Hitler lost... so there...
Ribbentrop-Molotov!
Dear Yuri Petrovski, do you speak
any foreign languages?
 Yes...
- Ribbentrop-Molotov.
Alright, comrade Ribbentrop-
Molotov, come here.
 You see,
comrade Yuri Petrovski,
our comrade Ribbentrop-Molotov
has been here since 1939.
The only thing he says is Ribbentrop-
Molotov.
Comrade Ribbentrop-Molotov,
say Ribbentrop-Molotov.
Ribbentrop-Molotov.
There, you hear it? He's not Russian.
That's not a Russian accent.
 Our comrade Ribbentrop-Molotov,
in our opinion, is a foreign comrade.
Ribbentrop-Molotov.
There... do you hear it?
We think he must be Spanish or
French or English.
 In any case, he’s not German,
we've heard Germans speak before,
and he can't be German.
 Could you ask him in a foreign
language where he comes from?
Are you English?
Ribbentrop-Molotov!
 Sei Italiano?
- Ribbentrop-Molotov!
 Tu es francais?
- Ribbentrop-Molotov.
There, that's the only thing
he ever says.
 For fourteen years that's
the only thing he ever says…
Vy Ukrayins’kyy?
Comrade Yuri Petrovski, you have
brought us much happiness.
Comrade Yuri Petrovski, the
revolution is not dead.
Thanks to men like you,
thanks to this free zone
 of the Soviet Union,
it is still alive, and one day…
The greatest drama of humanity is
that the plane goes clunk!
May I introduce you to
professor Gagaine,
 who entertains us during our
seminars on revolutionary studies…
Without airplanes it doesn't work.
Man was made to make airplanes.
But as soon as the plane is ready,
as soon as man flies in the plane,
it goes clunk.
This is the greatest
drama of mankind.
When you see the plane on the
ground, it’s perfect.
Come here, comrades, look, the
airplane it looks good.
Look, I go click, and all the
instruments light up.
I go clack and all the motors
begin to run.
Click... everything shines. Clack,
everything’s spic and span.
 Click, the dials work.
Clack, the springs coil.
It's the best plane ever invented by
the human mind, that's for certain.
Come on, comrade, get in.
And you get in, and you take off
and the plane goes clunk.
And that’s it. So then you start to
say…there was a problem...
and you have an investigation
and you discover that
there was nothing wrong
with the plane.
So you say to yourself it was pilot-
error. The pilot was no good.
So you make another plane.
 You invite the comrades
and show them the plane.
And, on the ground, the plane has
no problems, it's perfect.
 Click, it lights up.
Clack, it runs smoothly.
Click, it moves.
Clack, it purrs.
It's beautiful, it's sturdy, it's strong,
it's all of the best things
ever invented by the human
mind rolled into one,
 and still more beautiful, more
sturdy, more strong, more brilliant.
And you show your comrades,
and you take off,
 and you fly a bit and
the plane goes clunk.
And you say, there was nothing
wrong with the plane,
and this time it's the copilot,
it was copilot-error.
And you start again. And on the
ground the plane is perfect.
It's beautiful. It's brilliant.
Click, clack, clunk.
 And so you say,
it's because of the storm,
it was the worst storm
in thirty years.
 Click, clack, clunk.
It's because of the birds.
 It's crazy how stupid
the birds have become.
They fly right into the propellers.
Click, clack, clunk.
It's because of clunk.
Click, clack, clunk.
It's because of the click, clack,
clunk... That’s it.
Click, clack, clunk, that is mankind.
It never ends.
 The plane is good. clunk. Get in,
comrades. Clunk. The plane is good.
And in any case, no one will ever say
that the plane wasn't good,
because all of the people who were
on the plane are dead…
Click, clack, clunk. Other comrades,
same plane. Clunk. Again. Clunk.
The machine is good.
Clunk. That’s it.
Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
they're looking for you...
Comrade Yuri Petrovski,
come quickly...
Oh, dear God,
come quickly…
Yuri Petrovski, don't go.
They want to arrest you!
Come on, quickly, we have to…
Yuri Petrovski, we can hide you here
for years... don't go…
Yuri Petrovski... be careful...
don't leave the free zone…
Yuri Petrovski…
- Yes?
Long live the true revolution!
You know, comrade Katia Ezova, that
I am very angry with you.
Yes, comrade…
 You know, Katia Ezova,
that I am more than angry…
I am going out of my mind ?
- Yes…
 You know you are a filthy whore,
Katia Ezova. You know it, don't you?
Comrade Director…
Shut up!... You know, comrade Katia
Ezova, that you are a filthy whore,
you bring disgrace to
our socialist society.
Comrade…
 You know that you are a
disgrace to our Motherland,
you know you are a disgrace
to the working class
 and a disgrace to our
struggle for communism.
Comrade…
Communism cannot be built with
filthy whores like you, Katia...
No, we can never build a new
society with filthy whores
 that sleep with the deeply
debilitated. True or not, Katia?
I don't know…
We can never build the new society,
the new man,
 the radiant future
of the working class,
with filthy whores who fuck the
deeply debilitated.
But…
 Katia Ezova, I forbade you to fuck
the deeply debilitated. True or not?
Yes…
 I told you,
I banned you,
I prohibited you from fucking the
deeply debilitated.
Perhaps I wasn't clear,
Comrade Katia?
No, you were…
 Shut up!
You betrayed our cause!
You betrayed the battle of the
working class.
You betrayed the timeless heritage
of Marxism-Leninism...
You betrayed Stalin!
- No…
Oh yes, you betrayed our
comrade Stalin.
No... no…
Why did you sleep with Ivan?
He never met Stalin.
 Why did you sleep with him?
- But of course he knew him…
Katia... you cannot sleep with
everyone who met Stalin…
Yes I can…
On your knees!
- Yes I…
Make your self-criticism,
comrade Katia Ezova…
Yes…
I will hear your self-criticism,
Katia...
How many times did you fuck
Ivan Mikadoi Gamarovski?
Only one time.
 I ask you again,
How many times did you fuck…
2 times but Comrade Director…
 Shut up!
Admit, comrade Katia Ezova,
 that you are a filthy whore,
that you consort with imperialists.
Your behavior undermines
communist morality.
Yuri Petrovski... a great tragedy has
occurred in our great country…
Stalin is dead!
Stalin, you are with us, in us…
We owe you everything,
we owe you everything,
Stay with us,
stay with us…
Are you sure?
 Radio Moscow announced that
Iossif Vissarionovitch Stalin is dead!
We must reinforce the
workers vigilance...
we must avoid overreacting... we
must reinforce discipline… Cheers!
Yuri Petrovski... Yuri Petrovski...
you are still young…
help us to reinforce the
workers vigilance…
Yuri... Yuri... why did you burn your
papers? Why did you do it?
What will we do now with the
Hydra of counter-revolution.
What will we do with
the French and
American servants of imperialism?
They will hold their heads high...
A little frog looked me in the eye
And said to me
“Katia Would you please
lend me your tears
The universe is in your tears”
But my tears were in my mouth
And I swallowed them
 and with them I swallowed the
universe And the frog began to cry
We must remain vigilant...
we must remain vigilant…
Yuri Petrovski, tell them Stalin is not
dead, it will calm them…
Yes... Of course…
…my tears were in my mouth
And I swallowed them
and with them I swallowed the universe
And the frog began to cry…
Stalin is not dead
Stalin is not dead! Stalin is not dead!
Stalin is not dead!
What is happening to you,
comrade Stalin.
Is that you, Nadejda?
Comrade Stalin, would you like me
to move you on the couch?
Stop, Nadejda. Stop…
Would you like me to
pour you a drink?
 Nadejda...
- Yes, comrade Stalin?
 Oh, Nadejda,
you have broken my heart.
 What was that, comrade Stalin?
- Stop, Nadejda... that's enough…
Are you crying, comrade Stalin?
How could you leave Setanotchka
and Vassia without a mother?
Would you like me to dry your tears,
comrade Stalin?
 Go on, Sosso,
it's time to leave.
Where are we going, Nadejda?
My mother has taken
the big apartment
on Rojdestvenskaia Street...
you remember it?
Yes, yes…
You still have your room there,
my dear Sosso...
We will hide there, okay?
We will start all over again, Sosso.
You remember when you escaped
from Krasnoiarsk
and you came to us
for the first time?
 I was sixteen years old...
and you were so thin, Sosso...
 And Lenin asked us:
"What does he eat, Stalin?”
And he said to my mother
“Please Olga Evguenievna,
 you must watch him,
he doesn't look well...”
And one time you hid with Lenin...
 And you shaved his beard and
mustache so he could get to Finland
without being recognized...
do you remember, Sosso?
Yes, yes…
Come, not even a dog
will sniff you out.
No one will find you in our flat on
Rojdestvenskaia Street…
You must rest... so you can regain
your strength... and then we will…
Yes, Nadejda, yes…
C'mon, Mesdames et Messieurs,
place your bets…
A man with a shovel, right side…
 You're wasting your money.
They never shovel snow here.
So? Piss off.
Two, street cleaner within three
days. Left or right.
C'mon, place your bets…
Street cleaner a month from now!
How much?
– One!
Perfect. Go, Ivan, it's your turn…
Military man with a shovel,
... right side...
three months from now... Three!
 Oh, no, it's too much,
three, he can't do that.
Shut up. It's too much,
you can't do that. Two.
Who’s next, Mesdames et
Messieurs, place your bets.
Never, nobody, from nowhere.
He's not playing right!
That's not right!
Shut up, he plays as he pleases. Place
your bets, Mesdames et Messieurs.
The sun melting the snow six
months from now!
How much?
- One.
Six months is too long.
Say five months.
C'mon, c'mon, place your bets.
C’mon, Ivan... speak...
this isn't Switzerland.
Dog.
 Shit!
Enough with your dog already!
You know very well there's never
any dogs! We never had a dog!
Dog that pees on the snowy
window, left side.
 One.
I do what I want.
 Ah, it gets on my nerves...
for ten years all I hear is that…
dog, dog, dog! He does what he wants.
The Swiss certainly do what they want…
 No more bets!
- Stalin, left side!
Shut up. You're not in the game.
But I have money! Stalin, left side.
- For crying out loud, shit.
I have the right!
I told you, you're not in the game!
No more bets.
 What an asshole.
Go on, pull it already, shit.
It's crazy... how beautiful it is... even
though... Huh?
I told you 6 months is too long.
 No its not true, its not true
- No... it's bullshit... it's not true…
Its him in the name of God its him.
I told you 6 months
would be too long
Do you believe me or not? I won.
End