The War
I even knew where I’d go.
But the next morning he’s as fresh as
a cucumber. “Come on” he says, “let’s go.”
Waiting for a bus?
End of the road, darky.
Russian! I’m just a shepherd!
I’ve been tending my flock!
Listen, scum, I know a lot.
One word of bullshit and I’ll shoot.
If you hear the word “three”
you’re no longer living.
- Name?
- Ruslan Shamaev!
- How many slaves?
- No slaves, I just tend a flock…
One, two…
OK! Two, ages ago, but my brother
took them for a debt I owed him!
When did you shave the beard off?
Two weeks ago! They made me! I’m
a simple fellow, I live in the mountains!
Where?
Nizhny Alkun!
Where’s Aslan Gugaev?!
One, two…
- He was in Katan-Yurt…
- Three…
Russian! I know! I’ll show you!
Whatever you want!
Careful, scum.
You’re my slave now.
And if you screw up,
I’ll blow your head off.
Gugaev. One…
On the pass! Protecting
the mountain pass!
Now we’re talking!
Get up and show me on the map.
If I have any doubts about what you say,
it’s over - I’ve counted to three.
I don’t know Russian so good.
You speak fast.
I shoot even faster!
We’re here. Where’s Aslan?
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