Novosibirsk Control Center, Davydov speaking.
Dima, we have a problem.
What is this number?
That's not important, a prisoner's missing.
She wasn't on the bus.
Maybe she just overslept at TPK-7?
Just check with Kulikov.
Damn it, Dima, listen to me, she's gone.
Kulikov is gone as well, fuck! Do you hear what I'm telling you?
Wait, wait a minute!
Kulikov is gone?
Oh, fuck me, fuck me...
Okay, Vasya, Vasya...
Do you hear me? You have to focus.
Can you do it?
Yes, yes...
- Fuck. - Give me the PN.
Oh, God, Dima, prisoner number 4-0-3-6-7.
And her name is Gali Levy.
Got it.
And Vasya, hang up the phone.
And don't talk to anyone.
THE PHANTOM LIMB - "YURI GLASKOV"
LIBRARY FOR FOREIGN LITERATURE
Who's this?
- Why is she here? - She's the mom, Sergei.
- Rita... - Sergei...
I brought her here because I know
that under your tough façade
hides a kind person.
True, you're a sad, balding nebbish,
but you have a good heart.
Have a seat.
Am I really balding?
How is your family, the kids?
I don't think they like me.
- How could anybody not like you? - My mom used to say that.
Margarita, please,
trust me when I say that neither you, nor myself,
nor those who sent you here should meddle in this,
especially not on Russian soil.
I don't understand.
Punin?
He's there, fixing the fridge.
Thanks.
- Here? - Yes, second floor.
Hurry!
- Forget the elevator! - But they're here!
They're using the stairs! There they are!
Stop! Hold it, bitch!
Come on!
Thanks.
I'm out,
call me when you're done here.
All right.
I see you've found our Mr. Grumpy.
He doesn't open up easily, but he has a big heart,
and a huge dick.
It's okay. I'm good.
Huh, Roma?
Excuse us, miss...
There.
Damn... Check out this hot chick!
Hey... How are you, good boy?
Yuri Glaskov
GOOGLE YURI GLASKOV
ORNA LEVY
Kostya.
RITA: Call me back ASAP!
UDI SHARABANI "WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN"
Gali, my love, here's a little gift
Happy Passover! Love, Mom
Roma, open the door!
Hurry, hurry up! Take her with you.
Put on the clothes. Hurry up. Take her stuff too.
Come on. Let's go, don't talk.
Which of them is the mother?
That one.
She has nothing to do with it.
Shut up.
You've done enough damage.
"Nothing to do with it..."
Her friend here works for the Israeli Ministry of Defense,
that's why she's here now.
Question is, did they already find what her daughter stole from me, or not.
Excuse me, please.
It's true that I was looking for the stolen item,
but I backed down once I realized it was yours.
And advised my friend,
who's just looking for her daughter, to do the same. End of story.
We're flying back to Israel tomorrow,
so if you just let us return to our hotel,
we'll be gone tomorrow and never return.
- Did you do a full search? - Yes.
Went through their personal items and frisked them.
- At the hotel? - Of course.
We found nothing, but...
the mom had this.
Leave her alone!
She's not in on anything!
She didn't even know that Gali was in Moscow!
Will you shut up? I will break your other arm.
Drive them to the airport. He will work it out on his own.
Enough, Roman! Please, don't be foolish!
Say one...
more word.
Right, Dad?