Movie: DMB. Page 1

- There are great vaults. The last century, casting iron.
I love the crypts. I love wrought iron.
- And not to walk us, Larisa, to explore the local attractions? To pour out, so to speak, possible to each other grief.
- Of course. Pour feasible...

There is still magic Russian tradition: to leave the graves of the dead different kinds of fresh food and drinks.

And the food here is like?
- Crackers and water.
- Here those on! Comrade demobilization, and when we eat will?
Never, comrade spirit is the army...

Here in the infirmary nurse came by. I touched it and lost the rest. So sweet: the red ears, nose pimples, ass thick and rough like a pineapple... Valkyrie!

Gera, are you here?
I'm here, I'm there, I always... [Hera, in prostration]
- I was talking with the quartermaster? Look how it is done! Someone else's! Freebie! Take-take! [Hera on-gryzunskie klatsat teeth and sharply opens his eyes] - What are we drinking, girls?

- Aunt, and "Science and life" is?
- Science is, and there is no life. I got a man last winter zastupilsya fishing. Now below the waist, so not a spouse, as a souvenir. Only mustaches are. If not for you, the soldiers, even cry. Come on, sacastic, to my utility room, I barbarian mound.
- No, you'd better give "Technique - youth".

A horseman, come here!
- What?
- You love your mum?
- Love your mum. And Tanya love. And Olya love the Artist, we have it at the plant in quality control work.
- And the money love?
Very.
- Tell us where Gena Bobkov is the Jackal, we're his friends. We have a lot of money.

The spirit sooner or later becomes Dembele, and before Dembele are all dreams! Because I love him very here and there. Firefighters take to the police. There resorts from the Union, free travel on the bus. Girls with milking and crying for Dembele... Because muster more in the army do not take.

- Well, che, the spirits of the nasty?! Will serve as expected or will we eyes build?
- We will!

- After a conversation with Dembele, I went and turned the fingers on the door frame.
- Fun... Could be worse.

See these beautiful boys, headed by senior Sergeant Lavrov? Them to wash his feet in service life is not necessary, and purity they love. Will they foot-cloths to wash with baby soap: muster you afraid of germs.

And that's our dad, General Talalaev. Questions?
- No questions. Let menu.
- I menu. Roll with poppy seeds, Baba with rum, eclairs, cigarettes "prima" water "Bell".
- Coffee?
Coffee to the officers only. From coffee nerves. The order of the General.

- As there is in the civilian world? The women have?
- There is little, surprised.

- Here, guys, our Motherland dictates its indomitable will to the rest of the world community.
- Maybe bahnem?
- Be sure to go! And in no time! The whole world in the dust!.. But... then.