Ballada o soldate

She"s not going anywhere, got it?
Get out of here.

Who are you to give orders?
You"ve got it made: hay, a girl--
What? Shut up.
You think I didn"t see?
I saw everything.

- What did you see?
- The two of you, tumbling in the hay.

Attacking a guard while on duty.
You know what will happen?
- You miserable shit!
- From your point of view.

A miserable shit from your point of view.
From mine, I"m priceless.

Get the hell off this train,
both of you.

If you don"t,
I have every right to shoot.

So, shoot. We"re not scared.
You still haven"t seen the lieutenant.
That"s why you"re so brave.

Enough. We"re both a little
hot under the collar.

Let"s talk it out.
- I have nothing to say to you.

Get out of here, and take your--
I"ll give two warning shots
and then--

You"ve really made yourself
at home here.

What if I give you
another can of meat?

How about two?
It will take much more than that
to make up for the insult.

You want me to apologize to you?
Fine. Give me the canned meat.
What"s going on here?
Comrade Lieutenant,
they snuck into the car.

I"m taking appropriate measures.
Who are they?
Private Skvortsov. On leave.