Who's my brave boy?
Here, hold my hands.
You're gonna wait here.
Mama's gonna be right back, okay?
I told Grandpapa to meet us here.
Be back soon.
My little mouse.
I didn't think you'd come home.
I thought you'd die on the front.
Should I leave my little mouse all alone in the world?
I get by.
Where did they send you?
To work in a factory?
Did you manage to keep your legs shut, bliad?
You know nothing about how my life is.
Must I beat the wantonness out of you?
I'm not afraid of you.
Get back on that train.
Still my little hothead.
If you snatch a kettle from the stove you get burned.
Can the mouse not even squeak?
No, come on, go ahead, do it!
Come on, stab me!
I faced German bayonets.
Shall I now quake in front of my own wife?!
Why does it have to be like this?
Because you want it like this.
You love it.
You do, I know the games you like to play.
I know them.
And so I shall take my belt to you, yeah?
And I leave you panting like a dog.
Then you'll be the good wife again
and the fire will go out of your eyes.
Nothing changes, my little mouse.
You have a son, Ivan.
And you will never get to see him.
Well, look at this.
How many rubles did that hair cost?
Soft hands too.
Lubov, feel this chaynik's hands.
Like velvet, no?
Tell us in a week, chaynik.
Where do I?
No one cares.
Not that one, that's Prushka's.
Just tell me which one is mine.
None of them.
But where do I sleep?
Anywhere that isn't a bed.
Let me see your hands.
You can share my bunk.
Because I have soft hands?
Tell her, Svetlana.
She doesn't need to know.
Svetlana knows you will only be here a week.
It's why we don't bother learning your name.
Women with soft hands never last.
On the first day of work
you will ache like never before in your life,
digging in frozen ground,
dragging heavy logs with your soft hands.
Second day, you will stumble
and on the third day
you will fall.
And they will pick you back up again.
And on the fourth day, they will grind your soft hands
under their steel boots.
You think you'll live to see the sun on the fifth day?
Svetlana will share her bunk with you
because she is furthest from the stove
and because she knows it is only for a week
and then there will be nothing left of you.
I'm not as weak as you think.
You have one week to live.
But here, one week can be like a lifetime
and one night can drag on for longer than that,
so it all works out.
What's wrong with her?
Can I look?
She doesn't want your help.
- But... - She doesn't...
- I might be able to... - Want your help.
The mouse speaks.
It must be a holy day.
What did you squeak?
Lubov, you should take a look at her.
I know Yuri will.
Let me through.
She won't thank you.
The rules are different here.
You can explain them to me later.
She has a fever.
Might be her appendix.
Do we have clean water?
Only champagne and French brandy.
There's a well.
It must be clean.
It's clean enough to have frogs in the summer.
There's always snow.
Bring some for her stomach.
M'ne pù figu
Fetch some snow.
Or drag her out into it, cut out the bureaucracy.
How long have I been down here?
I don't know anymore.
It's so cold.
It's so cold.
I can't see you in the dark.
I take it you are the boss here.
Looks like it.
What did you do?