What is it?
It's okay. Don't worry, babe, I'm here.
Sorry. Was I screaming again?
It's fine.
I like it when you scream.
IRA
-Who is it? -Doesn't matter.
Check it.
IRA Are you coming or not??
What?
Sorry, babe. Work to do.
-On a Sunday? -I told you yesterday, remember?
Go back to sleep. I'll be quick.
Higher!
Anton misses you, Sergey.
I know. If I could just have him for one weekend...
She's really punishing us all.
I'll talk to her, but you know...
Are you crazy? He'll break his neck! You, get off!
Mom, how could you?
I'm waiting in the car, like an idiot... His coat's undone!
Don't get angry, Ira. Our time isn't up yet,
and we had a great time, right? You happy?
-Yeah. -So who's angry?
You think I'm angry?
No, that was just mild irritation.
Now you're closer.
It's not Daddy's fault. It was me, honest.
Yes. It's never Daddy's fault.
-Is that for me? -Wait, Anton.
Daddy bought that for another boy. I told you.
He has a new home now, a new family.
Jeez, Ira!
Anton, here's the deal.
I'll come next week and bring you an even better one.
-Promise? -Mom, in the car.
-I promise. Give me five. -Come on, Anton.
Seriously, Ira! What are you doing?
Can't we talk like normal people?
Well, it'll never be normal, so there's no point in talking.
Look, why don't I take Anton to the country house for the weekend?
It's beautiful out there, lots of fresh air.
If it snows, we'll make a snowman.
I'm sure Anna won't mind.
Really? Anna won't mind?
So maybe Anna won't mind if I come along, too?
-Ira. -We'll get to know each other.
Make a snowman together, huh?
Help! We need a doctor!
Take the dog away. I'm a doctor.
You're okay, keep still.
-Don't start, Ira. -Fuck off back to your Anna.
Where did you go, Mom? Let's go!
Mom!
No, don't get up.
Let's go. You don't need to see this.
Did you call the ambulance?
DETOX CLINIC
Hello! Missed me?
Good morning.
So, where do I sign?
Here you go.
52,902 rubles?
I thought I’d already covered that.
This is extra, for the broken dishes, the furniture, and the window.
A window?
Don't worry, that was at the beginning.
Your daughter is fine now, no more issues with alcohol.
Here you are.
Cell phone.
Passport.
POLINA KUBASOVA
-Ankle monitor. -Foot off the table!
It's okay.
Much appreciated.
Keep the change.
I don't get it. What do you need?
You wanted to ski? Sure.
Judo? You got the best trainer.
Malta! Switzerland! No problem!
When I was your age, we had nothing to eat at home!
I was washing cars at intersections.
What do you want from me?
My phone.
What?
Give me my phone.
Just like your mom.
Damn it! Where are you going?
Crazy old lady.
Did you see that?
Is she on drugs or something?
Sixteen-megapixel camera. Battery's huge.
Stays airborne for 40 minutes. Just like you wanted.
Look at it fly!
We could hit a plane!
"The maximum altitude for these quadcopters
is 1,000 meters, and for this model, it's 600."
"That's the Bluetooth range."
Sir, you should know that civil aircrafts
fly at an altitude of--
Please don't call me sir, Misha.
Here.
There you are, you flight enthusiasts!
Do you have permission to fly that thing?
We’re just testing a new toy.
-Hey, there. Out walking the kid? -Hi.
Hey, Misha!
Hey, I wanted to talk to you. Have dinner with us. Bring Anna, too.
-No, no. -I won't take no for an answer.
Help a friend out.
Polina's fucking off to England soon, but I’m afraid she and Marina
will kill each other first if I don't distract them.
Come on, Sergey, why not?
Just a friendly meal, a drink, a chat...
-We'll think about it. -No, man. You owe me.
-I remember. -There we go.
See you tonight at 7:00, then.
I shot a moose.
Marina will cook it up,
and you'll eat a proper meal.
Your wife's not a good cook, right? See you.
Misha!
Where are you going?
Hold up, Misha.
Misha!
Daddy's home.
And he brought his disaster of a daughter.
Oh, what joy.
Better get used to it.
That's your sister.
You know perfectly well that I hate Lyonya.
I hate the way he walks, talks, and laughs at his own jokes.
Help me, please.
And we just visited him.
A month ago.
Come on, baby, we'll only stay for an hour.
-He'll leave us alone for another month. -You just want everyone to like you.
-Can't you say no at least sometimes?
-No. -That's it. Stop it.
-No. -Stop it.
Come on, Sergey!
Sergey, that's a dirty trick.
Sergey!
-You're going to wrinkle my dress! -It's all right.
What a disgusting laugh he has, that Lyonya.
Get it? The light switches on, she's lighting up a cigarette.
She's like, "Dad?"
Masha? You smoke?"
Hey, why's nobody eating the moose?
Come on, tuck in, Sergey.
-I have plenty... -What? Man, it's fresh!
Running wild just yesterday, drinking birch sap.
Here, have a piece, Misha.
It's got a lot of iron. Good for men.
Gives you stamina.
Thanks, but I don't eat meat.
Yeah? You a vegan or what?
It's his decision.
You know who also didn't eat meat?
Hitler, damn it!
Remember how that ended?
1941-1945. We can do it again.
-Want another? -No, I still have some.
Go get some whiskey, pumpkin.
Go on. No, wait.
-A shot of vodka? -No, I...
Come on, to go with the moose.
-Some vodka, pumpkin. -Okay.
Got a drop left.
-Did you tell Polina to come down? -Five times already.
Polina! Get your ass down here!
Let's drink.
How was the moose?
Marina's own recipe.
Cloves, yeah, and pepper, parsley root.
Finally.
The concert's over.
Where were we?
Hitler.
No.
No, no.
You were going to tell us how you two met.
-Yes! -Really? Were we?
-Come on, tell us! -He won't stop until you tell us.
There’s nothing to tell, really...
Well, basically, I was going through, let's say,
a rough time...
at work, and generally.
Sleepless nights, stress.
Some friends recommended a good psychologist.
I walk in, and there was Anna.
How romantic!
Depression. It's called depression. It's not very romantic.
So he walked in, and sadly screwed you right away?
Just like that, on day one?
Sorry, hon.
Okay, enough.
So why haven't you tied the knot yet?
We, you know, time... Haven't had the time.
Why don't you do the baby thing? Have your own, I mean.
No time again, huh?
Buddy, medicine's progressed so much,
now they can do it all for you.
You're not even needed!
But we did it the old-fashioned way. Did it all ourselves.
Don't.
Excuse me. Goodbye.
Okay, now it's your turn.
Tell us how you met.
-It's not that interesting. -It's very similar,
but with a stripper, not a psychologist.
Right, pumpkin?
Leave the table.
-What? -I said dinner is over!
To your room!
Stay there until I let you out.
Damn kids. They've completely lost it.
Yours is a special one, too.
Has he got a screw loose?
-A screw loose? -I mean, how's life for him?
Is he bullied?
He's homeschooled.
Sorry, what does he have?
He's not right in the head. Sick, right?
He's not sick.
We don't say sick, we say special.
Of course. "Special."
-He's got this syndrome... -Asperger's,
an autism spectrum disorder.
Yes.
It's harder for him to communicate.
He can't read people's emotions or facial expressions.
Whatever's natural for us is a struggle for him.
He doesn't get our rules.
Doesn't understand what can and can't be said aloud.
He doesn't get jokes,
doesn't know people's boundaries.
It may seem like he doesn’t have feelings, but that's not true.
He does. It's just hard for him to express them.
It's tough for him to live among us.
He needs distance and special attention.
But kids can be very cruel.
He's very talented.
At science, chess...
He remembers things he read when he was four.
Seriously? He remembers things he read when he was four years old?
Damn. Poor guy.
Don't feel sorry for him. He doesn't need that.
Oh, you know, I meant it in a good way.
You'll have to take care of him his whole life.
"Take care of him"?
What does that mean?
I mean...
Sorry, what's with this heart-to-heart?
Are we friends or something?
Someone had too much to drink!
So I guess...
an orgy's off the table tonight.
Who do you think you are?
King of the castle?
-Anna. -I’m sick of people like you!
Sick of this moose meat of yours, and your whiskey!
Have you read a single book in your life, except your passbook?
You stupid, fat asshole!
Why did I agree to that bacchanalia?
Why did we have to sit there, and listen and smile? What for?
Due to adverse weather...
We're never going back there. Never!
Got me yelling. Bastard.
Sergey, help me out here!
-...infection across the country... -Are you listening to me?
Watch this, Anna.
...but not critical.
We're joined in the studio by virologist Professor Pakhomov.
-Hello. -What should people do?
How does this virus differ
from the regular flu virus?
First, this virus spreads very quickly,
that is the main difference.
The symptoms are also quite unusual.
Rapid infection of the lungs, discoloration of the iris,
coughing up blood.
It takes just three or four days until death.
Well, as far as I know, we are talking about
just a few local outbreaks. The situation is under control.
According to the latest figures, only 200 people are infected nationwide.
I'm sorry, but your figures are, excuse me, absolute nonsense.
Sorry, but why misinform people?
Moscow alone has already registered over 2,000--
When I'm sick, or have a headache, I take Grippdol.
Provides fast relief in only five minutes.
Grippdol. Get back in action.
Wait, what was that?
Did they cut him off?
Seems like it.
Are you okay in there?
Are you leaving already, Ira? The meeting's in 15 minutes.
Where are you going?
Put your phone away!
Your children are fine. Keep back. They'll be released soon.
Calm the kids down and line them up.
Okay, kids, line up along the window.
Everyone who had contact with the infected is here?
-Yes. -Just these classes?
Yes.
We're in the school.
What's the situation?
One infected. Got the rest in the gym.
You sure you have all the affected?
Are there other classes?
-Are there other students in the school? -Yes.
There are.
-Seal the school off. -The whole school?
I don’t have enough men, Major.
-That is an order. -Understood.
School's quarantined.
Everybody?
Yes, everybody.
-Me, too? -You, too. That's an order.
Seriously? But I just got here! You--
Get a grip. You have your job. We have ours.
Leave it to the doctors.
Hey, there, it's okay. Stay calm.
Don't be afraid. We'll help you.
That’s okay. Close your eyes.
Relax your arms.
Everything will be okay.
Can't you just explain?
Natasha! That's my daughter!
Let me through! Where are you taking my daughter?
How dare you!
-Natasha! -Daddy!
Anton, baby, where are you?
In the gym? Are those men in there?
I'm not in the gym.
I'm in the locker room.
I’m alone in here. I ran away.
Get down to the cafeteria, baby, quickly! I'll wait for you there.
Citizens!
The entry to Moscow city is closed until further notice.
ENTRANCE TO MOSCOW LENINGRADSKY HIGHWAY
Please stay calm. Go to back to your cars.
Citizens!
The entry to Moscow city is closed until further notice.
You there, Ira? Hello?
Can you hear me? Hello!
Hello, can you hear me?
That better?
Thank God. Couldn’t get through. How are you?
Where are you? We were supposed to meet at the school!
I'm on my way, trying to get through.
Everything's blocked off. They won’t let anyone through.
-I'll find a way. -Forget it.
You have someone else to take care of.
-Hello? -Bye.
Stay calm. Go to back to your cars.
Come on, darling. Open it!
Come on, pull!
Use both hands. Harder!
-No? -I can't.
Damn. Okay. Get back. Back.
All the way back?
-Into your cars! -That's the third time, already.
When will we be able to get through?
I repeat, Moscow is temporary closed.
Look, can we step aside, have a talk?
Specially for you, sir,
Moscow is closed until further notice!
Go back to your cars!
Screw this!
It's pointless. Only food trucks are allowed.
All of Moscow's dead already.
What do they need food for?
Why do you let the trucks through, but not us?
-Pumpkin. -Yeah?
What's all this, huh?
I told you to pack the essentials. We can buy the rest there.
I can't go naked, can I?
Isn't all this enough?
-You've got ten minutes. -Okay, just a sec.
Polina!
What the hell, Polina?
The plane's in two hours, are you ready?
Should I kick the door in?
Why aren't you dressed?
We're not going anywhere. All the airports are closed.
Shit.
POLINA Hey, neighbor!
MISHA Hey!
Looks like we’re all dead.
Hey, dudes. Don't recognize me?
You know nothing!
Soon your eyes will be like these spoons.
Basically, we're fucked!
Khabarovsk, gone. Rostov's morgues, full.
All the airports are closed.
Why? Because of the infection.
Infection. Infection!
Infection!
By now, it's useless trying to cover up the fact of an epidemic in Moscow.
The infection spreads quickly and by all means:
a handshake, a sneeze, anything.
If you get it, you cough up blood,
your eyes go white, then a few days of agony, and you're done.
Several hotbeds were identified in Moscow,
and immediately isolated by police.
The cops arrive and block the roads.
-People get angry. -Let us free!
Things get messy, and the fun begins.
Then the military medics provide backup.
It's all like before,
except now we have rubber dudes in the streets,
spraying anyone suspicious with some white shit.
Medicine, they say. No way is that medicine, guys!
It's paint you can't wash off!
Moscow's blockaded. No way in or out.
We're under curfew. Essentially, it's martial law.
Guys, I mean, seriously?
You really think the cordons will keep us safe?
The city's full of looter gangs, who are looting your aid trucks.
We are all fucked Totally fucked!
Share! Like! While your good health still lets you!
Or while the Internet's still up.
It must suck to die a virgin?
I'm not a vir...
You got a better suggestion?
THE WI-FI NETWORK DISABLED
Damn it.
Why?
No, Sergey. Don't open it!
How did you find us?
Hello to you, too.
You post too much online.
I'm Boris.
His father.
Anna.
Why are you here?
I wanted to see you.
You've seen me. Happy?
Sergey.
Would you like an omelet?
Later. Just have a seat.
No, I'm not happy.
Why are you here?
Why are you still here?
All these glass windows.
Even your gate was open.
-I pushed it and came in. -You shouldn't have pushed it.
Don't you get what's happening?
Why are you still here?
Stop giving orders. We're here because we are.
Please keep it quiet. Misha's sleeping.
It's 40 kilometers to Moscow from here.
That's one day on foot!
There are 30 million people there.
Do you expect them to lie down and die quietly, just like that?
-There's a military cordon, the army. -There won’t be any of that in a week!
There'll be no city, either.
In the '70s, the Gamaleya Institute
worked through 12 scenarios.
They considered
plague, smallpox, cholera, typhus.
This is an epidemic! A real one.
You can't wait it out.
You're a grown man, Sergey. Take some responsibility.
You're talking to me about responsibility? You? Seriously?
Wait a moment, hold on.
I need to understand what's going on.
I’m not a medic, just a mathematician.
But I assure you, they will break through.
Who's "they"?
The city dwellers.
Everyone, healthy or sick, will be here soon.
And when it happens, we'd better be somewhere else.
Let’s rest for a couple of hours.
We’re leaving in the morning.
In here. Anna made you a bed.
Where are Ira and Anton?
I told you, Moscow is closed.
They only let food trucks through.
I see.
You see what?
Sergey.
You asleep?
No.
Hold me, please.
I feel so scared.
Sorry if this sounds a bit girly,
but promise me this.
What, babe?
Promise you'll always stay with me.
I promise.
Sleep.
If I'm not back by morning, you all need to leave.
Mom, finally!
I’m going crazy here without cell reception.
Oh, Mom!
-Let me in, sweetheart. -No! Go away, Mom!
-Ira. My dear girl. Let me in. -Please go. I can't let you in.
I need to lie down.
-Please go, Mom. -I need to rest.
-Ira, dear! -Is that Grandma, Mom?
Go to your room! Now!
Mom!
Take this.
All clear. You can go.
Good. Let's go.
Anna, I have to try to save my son. I'll be right back.
What's out there, Misha?
Who's that? The military?
I have no idea.
But if he has any sense, he won't let them in.
It's fine, pumpkin. They're just taking a look.
It's fine, guys. Me and my wife are healthy.
Nice TV.
-Anyone else in the house? -No, just us.
How many inches?
-What? -The TV.
How many? A hundred, I guess. Why?
-You live well. -Yeah, not bad.
Your wife is a real catch.
You'd have to be rich.
Right, guys. Just so we're clear...
See this photo? General of the Interior Troops,
Pavel Chebotarev. This bigshot here?
Major of the Investigative Committee.
Well, why didn't you mention them before?
What do you mean? You didn't ask.
You think you can just walk in here--
Hold these.
Got any weapons?
No firearms.
-Okay, let's go. -You go, I'll catch up.
Vitya, stop it, she's pregnant.
I won't hurt her.
Go on. Go check the next house.
I have nothing else left...
Oh, God!
Stay still or you'll get hurt.
Please, no, please.
You lost, friend?
Do we have an understanding?
Sure, old man.
-Misha! -Stop!
Is this all?
Half now, half after.
No, that wasn't the deal.
Just wait 15 minutes. Okay, fine, ten.
I didn't agree to wait.
There’s no other way. Cell service is down.
We'll be back. Just wait a bit.
Here, take extra. For the wait.
I'll take this for the wait.
Wanna say something?
-No. -Go on then. You have 15 minutes.
Okay. I'll just take my man.
Misha. Misha.
Are you hurt?
Polina.
Marina.
Marina!
Marina.
Your Marina's fine, Dad.
Marina.
We need to leave, now.
They'll be back.
That's Sergey's father, Boris.
Where's Sergey?
Mom, is that you?
It's me, Ira.
Sergey!
Show me your eyes.
-What? -Your eyes!
Get Anton, let's go.
The car is waiting downstairs. Where's Anton?
Come on, hurry up, let's go.
Where is he?
Take Anton and get in the car.
Come on, Anton. Don't look.
Hey, you, wiseass!
Here we go. Come here.
I said come here!
Delicious.
Want a smoke?
Base, this is Six. Got an outbound truck for you.
Why so late?
PERMIT TO ENTER THE CITY OF MOSCOW
The hell's this?
Perimeter violation!
Like that, you little bitch?
Why, Yuri?
For leaving your buddy, you pussy. Scared of some old man?
Get him in the car. You better remember the route!
To your cars! Let’s find them!
We'll search the entire area.
That's heavy, give it here.
Some help you are. Get in the car.
-Can it go in the truck? -Yeah.
Come on, dear, there's no time.
We've got warm clothes, grains, pasta, jars, everything we need.
I’m not going anywhere without Sergey.
He said if he didn't return--
How can you say that? He's your son.
My son asked me to look after his family.
I said I won't go without Sergey!
Come, hide! Over there! Quick!
Get down in there. Lie down, I said!
Boris!
Sergey!
This is Anton.
Say hello to Anna.
Anna, Ira.
And you know my dad.
-Babe, can you-- -Hello.
Can you get a warm coat for Ira?
We didn't have time. We had to hurry.
That white one. You don't wear it, right?
Yes. Come with me.
Please.
Brought a spare? Just kidding.
Hey, there, partner.
I'm Leonid. Gotta take gloves off to shake hands.
We have canned meat, canned fish, pasta, chicken.
Does Anton have any allergies?
No matter what happens, I'll never forgive you...
babe.
That's them.
They've come back!
Why are you standing here, Anna? Hurry! Run!
Run!
-Is that them? -Yes.
Fire! Do it already!
Come on!