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Martynov

— Go out at Krasnoselskoe and wait for the column. They will be said to go out along the green corridor. There's the open field. We’ll fertilize the field for winter.

Chervonets

— Understand.

Martynov

— I do not understand, and Yes, sir, Comrade Major.

Chervonets

— Understand

Martynov

— Hasn’t a trolley fallen on your head in that mine?

Chervonets (raises the automatic gun from the desk, looks at the trigger, checks with his finger, then puts the automatic gun in place, Martynov is closely monitoring his actions — his machine gun is away)

— Not yet

Martynov (reconciling)

— Actually, No, Comrade Major, but oh well. Your ex is Ukrainian, that’s why she is so evil?

Chervonets

— No, Comrade Major, Russian. I am Ukrainian.

Martynov

— I do not understand this thing ...

Chervonets

— Yes, Comrade Major, you do not understand. Let's go!

Scene 3

The field, remains of burned cars. Soldiers come one by one.

Slon

— The Artist said to go into captivity. Russian officer gave his word that he will not kill. Major has already collected his belongings. Kuzma is going, Seven, Sam, a lot of ours.

There is already a mountain composed of machineguns. The wounded are taken. — There was one who approached to me, asked to bandage his head with the blood — I’ll go as the wounded, if they find out — they’ll kill me. I, he said, was the hero of the Maidan.

Veles

— And what about you?

Slon

— I bandaged. He is bullshit, but not a hero. How are you?

Veles — I'll be going out. I can’t go to captivity. If they find out — they’ll kill me. I used to be a filed police officer, retired for two years. My godfathers are half of insurgents.

Laurel

— All mine were in fire brigade station. I did not have time to get to them, some seconds, even was offended, that they had gone. The tank and two ATGM. All, all of them perished... Eighth, Red, Bani, Achim ...

Slon

— Let’s go together. I cannot be captured too. And even Captain Rybnikov may talk in his sleep in his native Japanese...

Poet

— And I wanted to ask, where did you study Russian language and literature? Parents?

Slon

— Yes, Brighton. There's no one who spoke English. They arrived in a foreign country, but were confident that everyone understands them in Russian. When in Rome… That's how I realized what happened here in the Donbass — the same Russian resettlement, confident that they are at home. Are you going or staying?

Poet

— My grandfather, father’s dad, he came to Berlin, said that captivity was worse than death. Even as I was to Afghanistan, said it on the home-leaving party. A maternal grandfather fought in the UPA. He died at 90.

He knew that this war would happen. Waited for it. Died a year before. He would not go into captivity, would sooner explode himself with a grenade.

By the way, has anybody got a grenade? Well, extra ...

Laurel

— Here, hold.

Poet

— Will you stay here?

Laurel

— I ‘ll go out. I’ll hurry because my beloved is waiting. And I have three grenades, well, now two. I have enough.

Poet

— What have you invented?

Laurel

— What are you talking about?

Poet

— About grenades. I see in the eyes.

Laurel

— Well, I'll throw a grenade — a ring remains. Well, check. And so I’ll do twice.

Poet

— So what?

Laurel

— I’ll do wedding-rings for us. After the war.

Poet (shakes his head, well, well)

— Then gather food, water. While it’s quiet, we’ll go straight across the field.

Strilka (comes closer)

— I'm with you

Poet

— We have Veles lame. Ask Guy, they will go faster. They’re all commandos, Marines.

Strilka

— They’ve already left. I asked to, and they as if didn’t hear...

Maybe they really did not hear. There were just two contused, they have buzzing in the head...

Laurel

— So you seemed to have ridden by “hazelka”(jeep/van)?..

Strilka

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