Return to War-Torn Village

Studenok,

we're back.

Yes, many houses are already gone.

Ah, the houses that are still standing, there's nothing left inside them.

First, the occupier looted everything, then, uh,

the people who were waiting for the Russian world,

having privileges because they helped the occupier,

went into

these houses and stole what was left. But time will put everything in its

place. Now the authorities will clear out this region, uh,

identify all the collaborators, and then the locals will come and

deal with those who were waiting for this Russian world

and find their own belongings in their homes.

We unloaded. Maybe you remember, right?

We came to Studenok to see Matveyevna.

She stood here by this pole and said she wasn't going anywhere,

wasn't leaving. We're trying to find her.

My dears, I remember everything, how you tried to persuade me.

It happened.

It happened. We held on to the table.

I didn't bring you in for a speech. I just turned

eighty-three. And these boys of ours

congratulated me. They brought me

a packed meal.

Oh!

Great.

You see,

I survived whole and completely intact. Our dear

Matveyevna.

When did the strike happen?

On May twelfth.

May. On May twelfth. We were sitting in the cellar.

Yes, we only went to the cellar.

Right here,

apparently, is where

the occupiers lived.

You can tell by the smell of shit all around.

They had barbecues,

barbecue-shmarbecue.

And, of course, alcohol. Top-shelf stuff.

Oh,

this is where the guys gathered all the loot.

There you go.

Ah, this too.

There.

There you have it, in the best tradition.

Some Buryat also wanted to take these sneakers

back home. Here's a plasma TV. You see,

apparently, they left in such a hurry that they didn't manage to take all this

away with them.

Here, Katyusha.

What a mess they left behind.

Occupier. And how clean everything was, yeah, when— ah, there they are.

Oh, they took absolutely everything out of here.

The wall-unit panels are gone.

Fucking hell, they took everything.

And here is Russian folk art, there you go.

With love from Russia.

Uh-huh, here's more.

You live pretty well. Don't take Ivan's place.

Don't wake the sleeper.

Yes,

the Russian world in all its glory.

Ugh, how disgusting! For some reason, I want

to wash myself after seeing this. Honestly, I'm telling you.

Ugh! Eyewitnesses say

that along the village streets,

Russian occupiers rode bicycles and walked around

in other people's clothes, even women's clothes.

That was their purely masculine fetish.

So, Sergeyevich, after how long?

Four.

Four, four or five months later, we finally returned

to this place.

To Grandma Zina's.

Grandma Zin, we'll bring you back here soon, too.

Everything will be rebuilt, everything will be even better than it was before.