Vasia and his pals suddenly find themselves with a pile of money. The two nameless guys immediately demand that it be divided, but Vasia tells them—f**k no, we’ll do as we agreed, the youths insist; Sailor clearly doesn’t know how to behave in this situation, no one has ever in the course of his life divided money in his presence, so the youths decide that he’s also on Vasia’s side and they don’t dare to simply smash their faces, okay, they say, then just remove our vodka, f**k you—Vasia sticks to some kind of communist principles and refuses to share, then the guys take a bottle in each hand from the bag, which is how many in total—four bottles—and take off, you can give us back the camera later, they say in parting and disappear into the dark underpass. “What’s with them?” asks Sailor, h
