01x01 - Introduction

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— Hi there.
— Hi.

Muscovites?

I'm your ride.

What's that crimson over the woods?

Porozhsky combine - our benefactor.

What's this here? Rolling about

— Rations
— Yeah… looks like vodka to me.

Vodka - is liquid sugar, buddy.

And all's naught but liquid around these parts.

— Have you got any water maybe?
— Here, take it.

Roads, eh?

— Well?
— Tasty...

Spring waters, ya know…

So what's this sodding monastery to you, guys?

Just wanted to arrange a prayer service.

— Ooh…
— For the health.

Why... churches are scarce in Moscow?

Nah. I've just read about this
miraculous monastery of yours.

Moscow's all about stellar prices and zero faith...

You're an Orthodox yourself?

Agnostic.

Jewish, or what?

Soviet man.

Well, don't get too excited
about our priest, guys.

He got all stuck-up, snotty and pompous.

Why are you girls so quiet?

What do you need a monastery all of a sudden?

To pray them lil' sins away?

How about a few more sins... one last time?

All accounts are about to clear anyway..

Listen, I'd roll around with that blondie.

Listen, dude, I'll add you a grand,
and let's simply ride in silence, ok.

Ok... A grand's another matter.

MARSHES
MUDYUGA

Is that name for real? So cool!

Mudyuga, check it out.

Moodyuga!

Historical sites mind you.

Rivals the Solovki isles.

Damn, there's not even 3G anywhere around?

The road! Dude, the road!

f*cking German c**t.

I do not stray from the path
so it seems

And the road isn't that long
so it seems

It's the path that is taking me home
so it seems

And it is is the only one here
so it seems

There is solid ground under my foot
so it seems

Where death is buried for good
so it seems

Murky river bed under my feet
so it seems

Where all is forgotten that which I've been

I don't sink, I'm exploring the bottom
m-hm

The waters will surely cleanse
yeah-yeah

And my senses will lead through the dark
you fool

As a g*n through enemy lines
ka-boom

My friends will cover my back
don't lie

I will stand for them if I must
you fly

I am not blind, I am brave
a knave

I am a man not a beast
let's see

So it Seems

MARSHES
Presentation

You're overdoing it, Dan.
Seriously, you're way off.

We have to cut them off straight away.

You let them in even a tiny bit...

Tiny bit, understand? And that's it.

They'll pet you at first, sure, throw you a bone,

and then, before you f*cking know it,

they've got an iron collar on you
and you bark at anyone they point at.

— Get it?
— Oh, come on. You're dramatising.

Valera, we haven't taken
a single f*cking rouble off state funds.

Solely to be able to stay independent.
And now what?

Still going to give a*s with no lube, yeah?

Get f*cked through the backdoor?

Where's Masha? Get me Masha.

Masha…

Here's what RBK wrote, Denis Aleksandrovich.

— Quoting you.
— Read.

TrueTalk start-up founder Denis Titov
has announced being pressurised by special forces.

Titov says, FSB representatives
have implicitly demanded to provide access

utilising the so-called Backdoor messenger

to the popular TrueTalk messenger
developed by his team.

Titov's commentary to RBK as follows:

"TrueTalk users confide
that which they cherish most, to our app.

I think, special forces have no right
to stick their noses into it.

And I am most certainly not
going to let them spy on us.

You wanted to access our app in secret?

Well, guess what, guys,
all secrets shall be revealed.

See ya".

— Is everything there?
— Yes.

That's brave. Are you ill?

Got a cold.

Wear a facemask.

— Have you thought of the people?
— What people?

Our people, the employees,
they've families, unlike you.

If these federals will shut us down,
you've got nothing to lose. And them?

I've nothing to lose, yes.

As you delicately put it, Valera.
But you do.

So... why don't you bugger off, Valera.

f*cking people...

Better to die on your feet, than live on your knees.

Go on now... get up, Valera, and bugger off.

Got it? You're fired.

f*cking samurai…

Read on.

So, then follows:

The mobile app TrueTalk
allows its users to determine,

if the person you're talking to is telling the truth,
by measuring their pulse during the conversation

with the help of your mobile phone camera...»

And then they mention 30 thousand users
across fifteen countries...

Brilliant. Now translate this into English
and throw it up on Reuters.

Let it all burn and blaze.

Thought they've got themselves a snitch, f*ck.

Yeah, mom. Hi.

Denis, stop fooling around…

I want to talk to you on this TrueTalk of yours.

— Are you kidding me?
— Please.

f*cking hell, mother.

— Hey.
— What did they tell you?

They've said nothing.

Said there's nothing else to be done, that's what.

This can't be it!

I'm inoperable. Chemo won't help.

There goes your Germany.

We have to think of something else.

We cannot give up!

Israel has good clinics.

Mom, I'm not going to bloody Israel.
Let me die in peace.

Don't you dare speak like this.

The doctor said, it'll take a miracle, understand?

Miracle.

And if that German, that freaking robot,
speaks to me of miracles,

that means I'm f*cked.

Please don't scream at me, but...
I've heard…

- from aunt Marina... about this monastery.
- What f*cking monastery, mom?

— What are you on about?
— Since before, since times past…

It's miraculous. Saviour's Chase.

It's up there towards Solovki.

They've cured things there, hopeless even!

Denis…

Why don't you want to try at least?

Because…

Because I… I don't believe in any of this.

How do you see this?
I go there,

throw myself down, pay off the priest,
light a candle and there's your miracle?

That's it? Just like that?

Denis…

Mom! The robot said,
time is short, I'd rather do some more work.

Do this for me, not for yourself. Please.

Mom, stop it, I implore you!
This isn't what you should be saying to me right now!

— It isn't? And what is?!
— Of course not!

f*ck...

— Let's leave, go somewhere.
— I've work, you know.

Temporarily then.

Something happened?

I'm being married off.

Not to me, hopefully?

To Dawood.

Who's this Dawood then?

Doesn't matter.

That's it. They're sending me home. The end.

What do you mean, sending you?

And marrying off?
What are you, prized cattle?

— You don't understand…
— What's to understand?

Should I talk to him?

Unknown

God forbid he learns about you, you hear me?

You've no idea the kind of person this is.

Who cares who he is?

Is he some gangster or something?

Fine, let's run away.

Together, simply take off anywhere.

I know you're in there, b*tch! Open up!

Well, thanks for agreeing to talk.

Cause a message after five years together
that's just...

Are you sure you're ok?

Can you turn your cam on?

I don't want to.

Anyway…

Look, I know, this is rough, but…

I thought, better do it now,
while we're not married,

this just seems more honest.

It's not you, Kat…

No, of course not.

It's scary, you know?

Just like that, for life.

I can imagine us both as these retired gardeners, you know.

For life, sure, I get it.

This is all extremely dumb.

I'm like some runaway bride.

Nah, don't sweat it.

You know... this is normal.

I'm scared of growing old too.

I just don't quite get it yet,
how you plan on staying young without me,

but it's fine.

Yeah, yeah. You sure, you're ok?

Yup.

Listen, do you... really just wanna split?

Yeah, simply and nowhere.

— Ok, then…
— All right, Kat.

Ok, bye.

Bye.

Whom to Blame and What to Do

Max, what are you doing?

Oh, blasting out comments
about the new law of rights protection.

— Why so long then?
— Ah, demogorgons have crowded up.

— I stand alone.
— Look, drop that, there's a matter for you.

— I'll come up.
— Sit, you'll need your laptop anyway.

Listen, there's a guy in your friends list,

Denis Titov. He's under private account,

and we got an order for him.
Got to r*fle through stuff.

Well, can I just make sure that public outrage
levels are cranked the f*ck up here?

Any moron can deal with that.
I've got a special task for you.

So, about Titov. This d*uche bag
in shining armor, founder of TrueTalk.

The one that's thrown a gauntlet to the feds.

Yeah?

— You don't follow the news?
— Yeah, so what?

We need to dig under him.
Certain people called…

Need some sh*t to dim his armor a bit.

How is he in your friends list at all?

Titov? Got drunk together once.

Got drunk?

What was that?

I'm a little unclear on the ethics of this.

— This is a friend of mine.
— So?

No, I get it, what we do here is needed.

But digging up dirt on a friend...

well that's kind of, a bit too much, it seems.

Go on, open the laptop.

How do you feel about this yourself,
you think this is ok?

Have you taken up this calling to do things like that?

— Things like what?
— Chasing traffic with scandal mongering!

What's ever happened to
society's best interests?

Look, little guy,
this is how journalism works

across the whole world.
Open the laptop!

Fine, whatever.

What's this now?

A documentary about the hardships
of Japanese youth.

Journalism students probably…

You were right, Valentin Petrovich,
it's all the same everywhere.

What a f*ck you are, Koltsov.
Ethics, aestetics...

Get you sh*t and get the hell out.

I always knew you for a shitbag babbler.

— You're done with this profession.
— What about Titov?

Don't need you for that!

savior's chase

Savior's Chase

f*cking go pray, light a f*cking candle.

None of this would've happened
if she'd listened to me.

I forbade her to go near that biker…

I just knew it would end this way..

Do not condemn yourself.
God's great providence is for all.

Friends... this Friday... died in a motorbike crash... Funeral

She should've been humble, collected,
true, like her sister, instead she...

Well, talk is cheap now.

It's already too late.

I'm sorry, father, it's time to go.

Give me some water.

Go change.

It's time to go get her.

We're late as it is.

Funeral service starts at five.

Sklifosovsky Institute. Morgue.

— How may I help you?
— Make me a miracle!

Come see us.

That's it? It's that easy?

There is a opening right now.
For a group of four people minimum.

You deal with oncology cases?

The Lord does. No complaints,

five stars on TripAdvisor!

How do I book? Credit card?

Passport will suffice.

Holding four spots for you.

— I don't have anyone else with me.
— Those are the rules.

You have to bring three others with you.

Yes or no?

Right…

Come on, darling, pick up the phone, come on…

Hello? Din…

Din, Dinnie, can you hear me, Din?
I need help!

Din, Dina, he found me... Dina…

— The person you are calling is unavailable.
— f*ck!

...call back later.

Friends and girlfriends! First three!
There's an adventure!

Going to super monastery near Archangelsk

for a spiritual recharge.

Who's in? Yaroslavsky station,

Moscow - Archangelsk train, carriage nine,
departure at 22:30. Hurry up.

— Hi.
— Salut.

You, um, wanna tell me anything?

Yeah, I've missed your style too, Sash.

Been a while since you jerked my brain off, right?

Not at all, I just saw you were going
out of town with some girls there.

Wanted to ask, don't you think
a monastery is a bit much though?

So what, it's with friends.

We're friends too, no?

Well, I wanted to go with strangers,
to unwind.

Well, I'd love to unwind too, Denis.

Where's your train, what time?

Look, Sash, your train is long gone.

Go on, adios.

Denis Titov, just now: FRIENDS! First three!
There's an adventure! Going to super monastery today.
near Archangelsk for a spiritual recharge. Who's with me?
Yaroslavsky station. Moscow - Archangelsk, car.9
DEPARTURE at 22:30. Call me

You're in that devilish web again?

It is evil.

His Grace says so too - evil

Sonya, are you listening to me?

We're going to your sister's funeral,
and you're staring at that sh*t.

What is it you haven't seen there yet?

Why are you wearing jeans? I told you to change.
We'll be in a temple!

Unknown

— Yes.
— Babe…

You haven't called for a week, no shame at all?

Wrong number. No one here by that name.

— f*cking Christ.
— Don't you dare!

Am I not your father?

Don't you run away!

Want to end up like your sister?

Sonya!

You sure you've got nothing at "Freedom"?

It can be outside of Moscow, at least as an editor.

Nah, bro.

Those are spiders in a jar,

I was carrying a*mo for five years straight there myself…

You do know how it is.

You're either with us, or you're with them.

f*ck, bro, I was always with you, in spirit

my body was just hanging out there for a while.

There he is, mr. fancypants.

Going to some monastery...

Hey, look, maybe you can freelance this?

Get an interview, big picture…

The hero who challenged
those you don't speak of.

No guarantees, but…

What're you doing?

Go on then.

f*cking Saviour's Chase...

This is Max Koltsov.
Saw your post on Facebook.

Wanted to join up if I'm not too late.
Bubble gum!

Max, hey there.

Not too late, come, it'll be an awesome trip.

We'll cruise around, remember the old days.

Fields, meadows, mountain berries,

balalaika, sauna, kind of an Orthodox spa, ya know.

Cool, for how long?

Um… Couple o'weeks.

— Nice. Yeah, ok.
— You're coming?

— That's it, I'm sold.
— I'll put you through to my assistant,

she's getting us tickets.
— Yeah, good.

So then...

…who's got some tatoes, boiled eggs, chicken?

I only brought booze.

There. There!

Just what we need.
Obviously a prepared passenger.

All we're missing are some glasses.

Greetings.

Looks like one more of you?

— Yours was number seven, right, miss?
— Yes, for the monastery.

I was late to the station and jumped into last carriage.

Look...

It's kind of a bummer, but there's no space left.

Please.

Hey, no worries, she's with us. Sit…

Thank you so much.

Where's her ticket then?

Well... if there's no ticket…

Wait, no ticket? Sure there is.

There's a ticket of Central Bank
worth.. five thousand roubles, right?

— What's your name?
— Inga Vasilyevna.

Inga Vasilyevna, I'm Denis, nice to meet you.

We, Russians, have to help each other out.

We've got anti terrorism regulations on public transport.

And your girl has distinctive features...
a little hook nosed.

— Got coffee? Get me some in the morning, please?
— Mhm, sure.

— And we'll smoke in the lobby chamber.
— Careful, mind you.

What's not to love about this country?

Anything can be sorted out.

When there's money, that's not love,

that's prostitution.

Love, is when you're drunk.

Can I lie down on the top shelf?
I feel a little chilly.

Thanks.

Come on, do a shot.

Yeah, mom, hi.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

As you wished.

To that sh*thole.

I'm f*cking sick of fighting.

Been fighting all my life.

Hello?

You're dropping out.

Kisses, mom. You're dropping out, can't hear you well.

I want to drink to Denis.

To the fact that he has dragged us all out.

Cause, say you've got five hundred
people in your friends list,

and it seems like you're not lonely,

but you try meeting them and.. well

Let's drink to lists filling up with real friends.

Vivat!

Elle, incoming!

I don't drink.

Oh well, guess I'll have to cover your shift then.

Has anyone else got this feeling right now,

like when you're going to summer camp,

and adventure awaits!

And something exciting is bound to happen.

Well, let's hope it does.

There was this game,
we've all played in dorms all the time,

"Truth or Dare", you know this one, right?

You ask everyone in a circle -
whether it's truth or dare.

If they choose truth,
they have to answer any question truthfully.

And if they choose dare, then act upon any dare.

Any dare!

Cool!

Especially, because today
the person travelling with us is

the one who has made the whole
country play this game - Denis!

By the way, I respect your stand.

I read the news today.

Yeah…

sh*t, of course, should've thought about it sooner
You're TrueTalk founder.

Listen, this app of yours, you don't need to call, right

you can just use it as a lie detector?

— You can, yeah
— Let's play?

All that truth, to be honest, is making me...

— Let's play.
— Let's!

— Let's play.
— Max…

— Well.
— Truth or dare?

Truth. I'm all for the truth.

Are you married?

Divorcee,

forever disappointed in love.

Aw... so sad!

Dan, truth or dare?

Dare.

Go on then, sh**t.

Nah, man, I can't.
Alcohol doesn't go well with my pills.

Well then tell us some God honest truth.

— Ah, fine.
— Go, go, go.

Sony, truth or dare?

Truth.

Are you in love with someone right now?

I didn't even answer.

It's enough to think about it,
it's reading your pupils' reaction.

I'm not.

And you?

Um, friends, just so you're all aware:

my heart is free, and
my dream is to fall in love.

Your dream?

I choose a dare.

I don't know what to ask.

Max, maybe you can help?

Not a problem.

Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up!

— Truth.
— Why are you going to a monastery?

For enlightenment, obviously.

For the company.

— Nope.
— Damn, fine, clarification:

for female company.

Well, well, well...

Damn it, I'm just ashamed to admit it,
so I can't say diddly.

Diddly?

— Go on then, a dare.
— Take your shirt off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Moving on. Dan…

…what's your excuse for a monastery?

What else?
Adventures, just like yours.

Sony, truth or dare?

М-м-м…

I want a Dare!

Let me - Kiss Sonya.

Friends, rules are rules.

Enough already...

Hey, come now...

I guess that's that.
Coming for a f*g?

Listen, I've been thinking…

Are you a believer?

Why do you need a monastery then?

I'd rather like to believe that...

…there is something.

Is something stopping you?

Not really.

I just think that
religion is made to f*ck you over,

to control people.

A consolation for the weak.

— Your reputation might suffer…
— My reputation is good as gone.

— My fiancé has just dumped me.
— What a moron.

What would he want with an old hag?

— What hag?
— I'm thirty already.

Whoa-whoa-whoa...

Yeah. The end is nigh.

Why are some people allowed anything,
and others have everything denied to them?

I don't deny myself anything.

Nothing at all?

Nothing that wouldn't hurt others.

I'm a virgin.

Will you be having dinner?

— Yes, yes.
— All right.

I'm with the good guys...

Who are the bad ones then?

Hey there.

Hi.

Sorry,

need a f*g break.

Time and again I realise,
that none of it's the real thing.

I crave for some... purity, I guess,

some kind of virginity, I don't know.

In this case, I'm not even
sure who f*cked whom.

sh*t, that your one is a whole other deal though.

Just like an angel pure and white...

Well, nothing happend with us.

Well, yeah…

Really?

That's good.

I just, you know, prefer that kind of girls...

Fresh like that, you know?

Like the smell of cucumbers, milk and purity.

Just wait till we get to the monastery,
ask around there.

Listen, why'd you actually come here...
to hide from the feds, no?

From mom.

Which of you muscovites wanted the monastery?

Pack up for exit!

Two minute stop, then the train moves.

Barely shuffling!

Thank you, Inga Vasilyevna, for the coffee.

I said two minutes!

I barely managed to get the driver to stop here at all.

Come on, hurry it up!

Go on, night shift hero,
move out, faster.

Lady dearest, what's the name of the station?

There is none. Not enough names to name them all.

That's it. Ciao!

What do we do, Commandante?

They're supposed to be meeting us.
I'll call up.

No signal here.

Did we get off at the right place?

Where're we going again? Monastery?

Marshes.

Name of the village - Marshes.
The monastery is two clicks away from it.

You see that kiosk there?

Do us a favor, go see if there's a signpost?

Yes, sir. Commandante, sir.

A wise thought.

Kiosks are afterall
a mainstay of civisation in Russia.

What's that?

Missing person... Attention...
Gone missing... went to the village of Marshes... Never seen again

Hi!

Muscovites?

I'm your ride.

— So, uh, are you the transfer then?
— Pass me that piglet of yours now.

That's right. Why?

No, it's just, the monastery website
looked so nice and all.

I don't know about websites, buddy.
I'm a simple driver.

This' all then? Got them all packed?

What do you mean?

One, two, three, four, five. Nice!

Overdone it even!

Well, shall we?

What was that about?

Nah, they just apply this group tour only policy,
to justify economically I guess.

Don't sweat it, I'm paying.

Hey, mister, so do your local youths devour folks
here, or is it aliens abducting people?

What's it to you?

You won't believe anyway.

I'm a journalist, it's my business to dig.

To dig…

Don't end up being digged for then.

A journalist... so is this
NTV channel visiting us then?

Nah, come on, mister...
No one watches the zombie box anymore.

Internet investigation portal
"Moska.ru".

— Know it?
— I do now.

— There you go.
— You write the truth then?

We tend to, yes.

Don't fear anyone?

Who's there to be feared of?

So, you got cop cover?

Or are you all f*cked in the head?

— Check it out, Mudyuga.
— Мoodyuga!

The road, dude! The road!

Denis, are you alive?

Wait a sec…

All ok?

Bloody hell…

Where's the driver?

Where am I?

What's happened to me?

How much dew of the sky

In this river of acid

How long dog remains frightened

Or remains loyal

What is up with these scales

Both their panes seem endless

So my life became damaged

And there's naught to be done with it

I no longer belong.
be alone

all my memories are shattered

of the one I lament without comfort

you no longer be long and if you

can discover your place

would you tell me the truth

whom do you serve

I no longer belong.
How long? I don't know