So that git called and you came running? After his first call!
Maria, what's gotten into you? Did you forget how he dumped you? Have some pride. I was sure it was all over. That it wouldn't faze me. Who are you trying to kid? -Quit it, sit.
-I just... Quit it. What did he say? Nothing. We didn't meet. Wait, I don't get it.
Didn't you say you went to meet him? Yeah, I did go. But when I saw him, I... I didn't have the courage to walk up. I just watched him from a distance... then I called him
and said I had an urgent call to a site. Oh, right. So like when Stirlitz met with his wife,
but the opposite of that? What can I say? It's weird, but good job. Well done. Yeah, real sharp. -You got some water?
-On the windowsill. You need Nastya's surgeon, you know? You need some male vibes around. Their attention. -You get it? Male company.
-Right. And you-know-what would do you good, too. That's right. You fight chemistry with chemistry.
It's an illness, like alcoholism. -Want some?
-No, thanks. You can't admit you're sick,
and you don't want to say no. I have a side job tonight, so I'll call
Nastya, she'll watch over you. Tomorrow, we're going to the theater. -What would I do without you all?
-Yep. I need to go to Korostylyovo, though. It's tomorrow, but I'll drop by today... look at the house they're selling. House. It's probably a five-story mansion. Something like that. Maria, ask around if someone needs
a private Russian teacher. -Did you decide to die at work?
-No, of course not, I can't die. I have to see my future ballet star
to the Mariinsky Theater. Tell that to the daddy. Maybe he could do the private tutoring? His ambition won't let him. But it does let him live off you? Leech off of you? Okay, sorry, Olga. I went overboard. I have to buck up and get a divorce. Thank you, Olga. KOROSTYLYOVO
LYUBAVINO Did you come to see Viktor too? Good afternoon. What do you mean, too? A girl just came to see him. I see. What girl? Well, a woman, rather... but still a looker. What did she look like? Straight black hair, brown eyes,
a black Lexus? Yeah, yeah, that's right. A black one. -When was that?
-Just a minute ago. Thank you. -Who is she to you?
-She's someone. What a mess. Viktor, that moneybag. That damn fat cat. Where are you going? Cuckold. For God's sake. Yeah, fall down, why don't you. Good evening. I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was in. -I wasn't going to stay so late either.
-I see. Do I come back later, then? Yeah. A half hour would be ideal. Are you new? I haven't seen you around. -This is my debut.
-Oh. -Don't touch anything on the desk, then.
-Anything? Can I dust it, though? No, you don't touch anything on my desk. Let it rather dust
than I can't find my papers later. There was a girl here before you,
she got fired. Unless you want your debut to be a fiasco,
you shouldn't touch anything on my desk. It's simple. I'll leave the cloth here, you can do it.
Like this, move it in circles. Allergies is the plague of our century.
God forbid you get it. Nice show. No show. I'm just not used
to being talked to like that. -Where did you work before this?
-Why "did"? The past tense is inappropriate here.
I still do. At a school. What, a teacher? Your tone is ironic. Not at all. What do you teach? The best class there is. Glorious Russian language
and our immortal literature. That's weird, then. Lofty matters in the morning,
mops in the evening. -How come?
-My answer may shock you, but the wages in our schools
are fairly low. I know you have a sense of humor already. Thank God I've pleased you in some way.
But I'm better at irony. I have to work. Shut the door. -Hi.
-Right... Why are you here?
Didn't you have today off? Sure did. Is she crawling out? What else is she going to do?
How's the mommy? Good. Feels like there was no C-section. Look, again, I'm sorry about yesterday. It's all right, your friends are great.
Trust me. Hi. I'm really, really sorry Maria and you
stopped talking right after you met. -She's wonderful, really.
-Mm-hmm... It's just a defense mechanism, and
a justification for her own loneliness. Just like you, in fact. -See how much we've got in common?
-Hey. What, are you having a little conference? Something like that. She searches you out like a sniffer dog.
Hi. Lara, pardon my insolence,
but could you make me a cup of coffee? I feel sleepy. They say you're great at making coffee. I'm great at everything I do. I don't doubt that. Also, latest news. Mommy gave them up. What do you mean? I talked to her just half an hour ago,
everything was fine. And ten minutes ago she wrote it up.
Here, I'm taking it to the dean. The boy is already at main ward. She says she doesn't want to see
him or the baby girl. And I'm expecting you in the staff room
in 15 minutes for some hot coffee, Andrei. Okay. Okay. Right. I'm going home. Isn't there a cup of coffee waiting for
you in the staff room? Hot coffee. It's okay, let it go cold. It's too hot for me. Bye. Vova. Hi. Where were you? Taking a walk. Did you really left your novel alone? I'm not leeching off of you anymore... your friends can stop
feeling sorry for poor you. What do my friends have to do with it? Stop it. You've slagged me off enough. We have. Where did you get the money? I got an advance. My short stories took them by storm
and they're printing them. Are you serious? I'm not joking. I want to know all the details. Who's the publisher, when do they print? Look, let's do it tomorrow. I'm exhausted. -Vova?
-Hm? I'm really sleepy. NIKITA Maria, good evening. Sorry, must be a bad time. But I just
really wanted to hear your voice. Silly, but it's true. Sorry again. Good night. Hi. If you're not picking up,
you must be sleeping already. I wanted to ask you
if the Frenchman showed up. I've got a Field of Miracles here.
Not on TV, at my place, surprisingly. The publisher signed a contract with Vova.
Can you imagine? It's finally happened. So I'm buying the drinks.
Call me when you wake up. Good night. Hello. What? I don't understand. What delivery? Courier? Where? At my doorstep? I didn't order anything. Vova? What is this? -Flowers.
-Come in. -So I made it for the housewarming.
-I haven't celebrated it yet. -This is for you.
-Thank you. They told me it was some courier. Shut the door, let's go have some tea. I am a courier. What? Wait. So there's no contract with a publisher. Mm-mm. They're all just con artists. I wasted so much time and energy there,
but it was no use. -Why didn't you tell Olga the truth?
-The truth? She already knows I'm a hack
who writes pointless trash. And leeches off of his wife. -And now what? Vova?
-Buzz off. -What now? You'll be a delivery boy?
-Doesn't matter. A window cleaner? Are you going to keep
this job from Olga in secret for long? We'll see. Olga's had enough side jobs. I hate myself when she mops these floors. Out of order. That's a good thing she did. As long as I've known you, you've been a creator,
housekeeping was alien to you. -You've worked her to death.
-I'm a prick, but I love her. -Now you get it.
-What? Just saying. -Right, I have to go.
-Good luck. And please... -I won't tell her.
-Where's the elevator? Is there a staircase? -There.
-There... Loony. Dr. Znamensky. A surprise, but a nice one. Maria. Maria. Maria. Don't yell. Hi. Why are you up so early? I'm going to have some interns today,
and then a complicated operation. I can say for sure
I'm not going to go to med school. Yeah, I told Dad the same thing. Maybe you shouldn't eat
so much sugar in the morning, Maria? First, my glycemia is wonderful. Second, I'm sorry, Mr. Znamensky, but the doctor dynasty ends with me. Let's wait and see. No, I've already made a decision. I'm going to study architecture like Mom. Like mom? That's a good idea. Don't think it'll get easier. I'm going to enroll into some classes. There's a drawing exam,
and I dropped out of the art school. I wish I could go to study in England. The girl grew up on the way, huh? Come here, big girl. It can't be, you've noticed. In that case, maybe you'll let me go into
the city on a sleepover? Stop right there.
You know what I think about all that. We'll think about the money for England.
Well, indulge me. -But you're not working late tonight.
-I'll try. -Dad.
-What? God... I'll try, really. And please don't eat that trash,
eat some quark. Because it has what? Calcium. Good girl. Maria? Nikita? Hi. -Hi.
-Hi. Is it just me or are you avoiding me? Some ego on you. It's just you. Then we can return to looking for a house. -We've found one, though.
-I'm not sure. -Shall we go?
-Right now? -Right this minute.
-I can't right now, I've got a client. -They have an appointment at ten.
-I'll wait. I don't know how long I'll be.
It's a viewing. -It might take long.
-I got tons of time. -Besides, this matters.
-Nikita, don't be stupid. Okay, I'm sorry. Then we'll have lunch together.
Tell me when and where. I don't even know when I get off. Great, then our date is in the evening. Nikita, call me and we'll set it up. And you'll say nothing on the phone,
if you even pick it up. -Why?
-Actually, I was going to ask you why. But I won't, because now I know. -I should really just go away.
-What do you mean? Try a different real estate agency. Maria, what did you think I meant? You're wrong. You don't get it. I just can't explain everything now.
Like that, on the go. Call me and let's set it up. Look, we could do it right now. Don't, Nikita. Yes, Vasily. Yes, hello, it's me. I'm listening. Maria, what the hell? It's Nastya. Your IQ is stunning. Yeah, I'm almost there. See you in five. -Wait for me, please.
-You're not alone? Thanks for the patience. Going into the office. I'm sorry, he's a terrible client. I have to run. Call me, all right? Yes. Don't worry, I'm back already. I'm going in, I'm going in. Am I still Vasily or do I call you back? Sorry, Nastya, couldn't talk. But your call saved my skin. I see. Did you meet the Frenchman? What a shrewd girl. Get me the lab work on the twins.
He's gripping you with a death grip. Imagine, he was waiting at the office. I can imagine. -And you...
-I know. Look, Maria, let's talk about it later.
My favorite patient is waiting for me. -Okay. Bye, Nastya.
-Kisses. Bye. What is it? Hey, beautiful. What is it today? We going to feel better? You'll see your brother soon,
do you hear me? -Hi.
-Hi. What's wrong? I'm going to see the cobra. Can you imagine? Took my hours off. And that's part of my overtime. Of course, she needs it more.
Her son went to study in England. -Yes. Where are you going?
-Clinic. Headache. -Well, go on, then.
-Come on. -Dina, why is that teacher so strict?
-She just works long hours. Allow me to brag, my son got into Yale. -And where are your kids?
-In Paris. I came without my family. Paving the way. Commendable. Can I see the papers? Please. I've been told your school
specializes in French. It's the best in the city. Wow, such apt students.
Highest grades in every class. Do they speak Russian? That's a joke. Russian and English.
French is their second native language. Commendable. I would gladly take in your wunderkinds, but alas, there's only so many openings. And even if I found where to put them, I'm afraid the cost would scare you off.
It's very high. -Come, now, I'm ready to pay for four.
-Like that, even? Very commendable. Well, then, we're doing the paperwork. Generous parents are...
essential for a good education. -Thank you so much.
-You're welcome. I get it. -I'm keeping your paperwork.
-Of course. -Hi there, daddy.
-Olga? You teach here? Yeah. I've got a good reputation here. -Glad to hear it.
-I'll try my best to make her understand our school doesn't meet
the requirements of your genius kids. Olga, I want to put my kids into this
school specifically because it's the best. And I really wouldn't want your personal
dislike for me influence their decision. Dislike is putting it mildly. Why did you come back?
Why can't you stay in your France? How did that proverb go? Grass is greener on the other side. For some of us
it's greener when you're there. -You know everything, don't you?
-I do. I know everything. More than you do. Olga... Maybe I did commit an irreparable mistake,
but only I know the price I paid. You want me to feel sorry for you? I don't. I just want Maria to be happy. Then get out. Don't ruin her life again. -Is her husband good?
-Great. He treats her like a goddess. Hi, Nastya. -Hello.
-Hello. Your phone is off, did you know that? -I know. I'm the one who turned it off.
-Good job. Let's go have some tea.
I bought cake, your favorite. Come on. There it is, real female friendship. You're on a diet and you give me cake. It's fun to ruin our figures together. Right, the teacups. I'm bringing the tea. -Does it hurt?
-I didn't expect it to hurt. When I went to Lyubavino like an idiot. Got those stupid memories rushing back. -Forget Lyubavino.
-And today... -I see.
-When he came to me at work... I realized in another minute
I'd run off with him. Tea. So what is it, I'm a one-man woman? And I don't care that he dumped me. That he looks so strange. That he never showed up. -That he's married. Ridiculous.
-It's not. I don't trust the object of your love.
I just don't. Neither do I. What is it, then? A disease? -No.
-What, then? Not a disease. It's a trauma. Trauma? Bones break the easiest...
where they've been broken already. Same as with you. Your soul broke in the same place. Thank God you laughed at this at least. -Some diagnosis you gave me.
-Yeah. Why? Why did he have to come?
Should have stayed in his stupid Paris. Paris isn't stupid, you know. -Yeah, Paris is amazing.
-Paris is amazing. And you, my dear, should go on a vacation.
And not alone. Not alone, Nastya? What vacation? It's high season. Apartments are selling like hot cakes. Look, I forgot to call the lawyer. Nastya, watch yourself. You're on a diet. Tell yourself it tastes bad. It's wonderful. Oh, a text from Nikita. Listen. I like thinking about you... When dew glows on top of leaves... When sunset gets through the pine trees... And fog, as fleeting as a thought... Not to rain on your parade,
but it's old hat. Heard it already. Oh, he's calling again. One more, please. Hey, Viktor, my friend. -Hi. What you doing?
-Sitting. Drinking a little. You call Maria? -I did.
-And? She won't pick up. Well, fate gives us what we want when we've already learned
to live without it. Maybe she's with her husband
and that's why she won't pick up. Yeah, could be. I think the best way is leave it as it is. Leave what as it is? I'm married, I have kids... I'm not going to leave my family. So I'll just ruin her life again. With that attitude, maybe you should
refuse the transfer and go back to Paris. My thoughts exactly. Should I come over? No, thank you. I'm just... -Just leaving.
-Okay, then. All the best. -Bye.
-Bye. Bye-bye. This is my voice mail.
Please leave a message after the tone. Igor, I'm leaving Maria's already and... Surprise! -Hi.
-Hi. -Did the friend rescue operation go well?
-There's nothing funny about that. Pick up when your wife is calling. Come on. I still wonder what you told her. And she listened, and she's going
to start a new life tomorrow. Right? No, it's not like that.
And your irony is inappropriate here, too. -In fact, what are friends for?
-What? Just to be there for you. All that...
about advice, listening to it... What's wrong with it
if someone gives you good advice... and you don't make a mistake? What's wrong with that? Nothing. Man, this era of modern psychotherapy
is so amusing. Why don't you get it? When it comes to feelings,
no advice is going to help. You're a big girl... you should know that... you can throw out all the pictures... delete all the texts... all the numbers... tear up all the letters... but your feelings... stay on. You can't just get rid of them
by pressing... "delete". Never knew you were such a romantic, Igor. -Let's go, then.
-Where? Does it matter where? Let's floor it, open all the windows, crank up the volume to the maximum. And lose our minds. From a kiss. Never thought you had such fantasies. Let's go? Let's go home. I have a shift tomorrow,
I have to get up early, and those twins kick up a racket
if I don't wake them. Let's go. What do the twins have to do with it? Thank you. Damn it. An active start for your day. Hello. This is a surprise. I thought your housekeeper
did your shopping. Hello. Do we know each other? Yes, since yesterday. Krylov, right? I am. Yesterday, yesterday... You must be mistaking me for someone. -I'm not, we spent the evening together.
-The evening? -The evening.
-Intriguing. Remind me. Work robe, vacuum cleaner,
a cart with detergents and your office. -No way.
-Yep. -Is this really you?
-It is. -I wouldn't recognize you.
-Alas, another proof that people judge the book by its cover. -I have to go to work.
-Maybe we could get some coffee. This place has best espresso in town. -Can't.
-The office, finish your cleaning? I have to go to the school. Well, good luck, then, shine your light. -See you at our job.
-If stay late again. Pardon the audacity, but you've got very nice legs. Slender. I have washboard abs, too. Right. Washboard. -Hi.
-Hello. You look great. And he picked me up and carried me. -Good morning.
-Good morning. Come here. -What?
-Come here. Well, what is it? -A client is waiting.
-What client? A very interesting man. -One hundred ninety centimeters.
-Of what? -Of heart.
-Is his name Nikita? I don't know what his name is, but I think
he's a doctor. Guessed my eyesight. Are you sure he wants to see me? I sent him to the manager, but he goes,
"I want Maria." Are you coming? Right, tell him I'm not in today. Wait. What do you mean? -IQ test?
-No, just an interview, with the boss. Good girl. Tell him I'm gone, I'm sick, I've got toxicosis. -Toxicosis?
-Yeah. Jesus, say whatever. -I'm not in today.
-Maria, are you suggesting I lie? Yes. Maria! Maria! Doctor? Doctor Znamensky? -Yes, that's me.
-Glad to see you. -It's me. In the flesh.
-What are you doing here? Well... I've come... to get a consultation
at a real estate agency. Right? The most prestigious one of the city, too. Thanks for the flowers, but you do realize
you're putting me in an awkward position? With what I want? -What do you want?
-To sell my apartment. -Oh, I get it. Your apartment.
-Of course. Tell me on the way.
I have an appointment with a client. To you? Of course. If you're a client, no problem. Veta, tell the boss I'm leaving. -Good day.
-Goodbye. -You want to sell your apartment.
-Right. -Did you decide today?
-No, a long time ago. About three months. Andrei, after that tire thing,
I hope you realize I'm pretty direct
and I always say what I think? -I got that. You pull no punches.
-Just what I'm like. -Did Nastya tell you about my firm?
-Yeah. So you could meet me,
you made up this apartment. I didn't make anything up, it exists. I live outside the city, it's empty. Did she tell you we only deal
with elite housing? She did. Tell me more. I don't know if the House of Writer
is considered elite. -House of Writer?
-Yes. -Do you have the paperwork?
-Of course. Here you go. That's not all, of course. Look, Andrei... in the short time we've known each other, I must look completely insane to you,
and I'm forced to constantly say "sorry". -It suits you.
-Being insane? No, no. I mean saying you're sorry.
You do it genuinely, almost childishly. Listen... two days ago a client of mine was ready to buy an apartment
in your place specifically at any price. -When can I see it?
-Right now if you want. Walking there would be faster. That's right. We'd have to run in circles. Yes. Hello, Oleg. Good morning. Hey, Prince. -I see it's still night. In the painting.
-Rest assured I remember about you. -What do you mean?
-About your painting. It's all right, Oleg, paint it when you
have the inspiration. Don't worry. -Come on, come on, Prince.
-Nastya. -Yeah?
-I have an exhibition coming up. -Congratulations.
-Yeah. But it's, like, not exactly mine,
just a few canvases. -Will you come?
-Sure. Where is it? -The House of Painters, this Saturday.
-We'll think about it, okay? I'll try. -You try, Nastya. Please.
-I'll try very hard. -Okay.
-Good luck to you, Oleg. Come on. Good luck to you, too. I'll be waiting. Prince! Thank you for suggesting we take a walk.
I haven't taken one in ages. Too bad, you should. Walking is healthy. At least an hour every day. You know how it is when people say
they'll start a new life next Monday? As if anything was going to change. Today is Monday, by the way. That's symbolic.
I suggest we hold onto our success. What'd you say? I agree. But I'm not sure I can do it. Doubt is your enemy. Don't doubt. How can you not if you're not sure? Tell me... Do you feel doubt when you operate?
Are you ever feel fear? Fear... No, I wouldn't say that. Fear is what you feel when someone is sick
but you don't know how to help. Excuse me. Yes. Yes. What? Okay, I'll be there. I'm sorry, but we'll have to postpone. Next time, okay? -I have to go to the hospital.
-I understand. I can look at it next time. Yeah, next time. Although... You can look at it without me, right? -Well...
-Great, then. Do it,
and then you can call me in the evening. -I'll call you this evening then.
-Okay. Thank you. Goodbye. Wait, where do I call him? His wife had a serious and rare condition. Surgery wasn't guaranteed to work,
but doing nothing was even worse. Their friend operated on her,
and Andrei anesthetized her. She died. Right on the operating table. -What a nightmare.
-Yeah... After that, Andrei couldn't bear to walk
into an operating theater for years. Then our maternity ward opened, his former classmate was made dean,
and she invited him to work. Maria, I'm asking you, though. No one there knows about his past,
please keep silent about it. He'll tell you himself if he wants to. -Excuse me, ladies.
-Is that for us? -Yes, for you.
-What is that? It's a mix-up. -We didn't order anything.
-Yes, we did. -I'm buying.
-Where'd your generosity come from? An announcement. Vova's getting published. Olga, he is? -Holy cow, congratulations!
-Wow, I cannot believe it. -You don't look too happy.
-Attaboy. I am, it's just that Vova's changed. He came home after me last night.
Today, he still hasn't. He's found a muse, I know it. -That's where the creativity came from.
-So much creativity that... every publishing house in the country
is waiting in line to print Vova's masterpieces. The country? The world. Can I be his agent in Hollywood? You're joking, but... Can you explain
why we haven't shared our bed in a year? -Olga, are you joking?
-No, I'm serious. Wait, why didn't you tell us? -Come on.
-It's terrible for your health. What, do I go out with a sign?
"Help, Vova won't sleep with me!" Besides, Maria, you let yourself
have fun once in five years. How am I any different? How are you different? You're older, Olga. Do I spell it out for you? Six years,
in this day and age, with this ecology, is a chasm. Early menopause is normal. You really know how to cheer people up. I always tell the truth
and I do it for you. -Yes?
-Maria, hello. This is Andrei. -Andrei...
-The doctor... Excuse me, I'm in public, it's very noisy. -No!
-Stay here! -I'm going to go somewhere quieter.
-Stay! -Can you not eavesdrop for once?
-No. Who introduced you to Andrei? -Who gave him your number? I did.
-Never mind. -Excuse me?
-I wasn't talking to you. God, I hope it works out for them. Well, you know how Maria is. Yes, but she can't spend
her life pining for Nikita. I didn't want her to know,
but he came over today. -Who?
-Nikita. Did he come to your place? You're so sharp today. To the school. He came to sign up his kids. Get me? I got you. -Well, we have to tell Maria.
-I'm not going to. Yeah, another trauma. You know, I felt sorry for him there. Why are you looking at me like that?
He loves her. You should see his eyes. And you're so kind. You took him
in your arms, comforted him... There are things that you sense. All right, Mrs. Intuition... What next? -Nothing.
-What do you mean, nothing? Nothing. He's got a family,
it's important to him, so he's... -Did he tell you that?
-Wait. -Hello.
-Good evening, Olga. Who is it? Yevgeniy. -Yevgeniy who?
-Your boss. -Listen, mister, in my life...
-In your life what? There's only one boss. It's me. -Right. You were saying?
-I said, what are we going to do? I'm going to tell you what. What is it? Olga, this is Yevgeniy Krylov. -Oh, it's you.
-Yeah. I'm working late, so we could definitely have a coffee. -When?
-Right now. And don't ask me where I got your number.
From security. -Shall I wait for you?
-Yes. Right, I have to leave right away. -Here's a tip.
-You don't have to. That's all. -Wait. And coffee?
-Drink it with Maria. I'll come tomorrow. -I have an operation.
-And the day after? You know I have your keys? -Sorry.
-Sure. -I'm off.
-Where are you going? -Office cleaning.
-What? -You should stop with those side jobs.
-Are you talking to me? Now that Vova makes money too. -Hello? Maria?
-Andrei, -I was talking to someone else.
-I'll stop when I see that money. So when do we do it, then? I can barely use this hellish contraption. I feel bad you had to work late for me. But the book really is great. You didn't even have the coffee yet. -You take sugar?
-I want a cup of sadness. I do take sugar, though.
Pass it to me, please. Top shelf. I want a cup of sadness and bitterness. An immutable law in the vagueness of mind: Always to answer "I am fine" with a smile. Watch... Go on. Watch the mysterious changes in spring... As a beauty so timid... an icon becomes. To say nothing...
amassing your patience... And to always respond, "I am fine."
