Moskva slezam ne verit

Goodbye, and please
don't call me up anymore.

I want to see my daughter!
No, you won't go there!
I'm going with you!

- This is none of your business.
- This is my business!

I'm gonna lock the door!
I'm going with you!
- Where are you going?
- Nowhere.

You're right. It's getting late.
You can go there tomorrow.

Wait, I'm coming with you!
Let go of me!

- What's going on?
- There's gonna be a fight.

- What about?
- About me.

All right, let's have the story.
I used to go out
with Volodya Kopylov.

Now I'm going with Nikita
and he loves me.

I'm in love with him too.
And Kopylov and his pals
are out to get him.

They don't want him
to see me anymore.

Nikita has bruises all over.
That shows he really loves you.
Let's go and help him.

I wanted to call the police,
but mother wouldn't let me.

She said this is something
we should handle ourselves.

- Right, that's the best way.
- There are five of them.

- Thought it over?
- Yeah, you're punks.

- Who's a punk? Me?
- You! You're another punk!

- And maybe he's a punk too?
- You're a bunch of punks!

Take it easy, boys.
Five against one, is it?