- Dyadya Misha: [runs from restaurant] Don't go there! Don't go there! There... There's mafia!
- Agent Sokolov: Stop, stop. Be calm, dude. Who's mafia? Who's mafia!
- Dyadya Misha: They all are mafia! They all up to one mafia!
- Agent Sokolov: Listen to me...
- Dyadya Misha: There's their own place!
- Agent Sokolov: Dude, be more silently and calmer. Do you know somebody to face?
- Dyadya Misha: I know they all! I know they all up to one! All the bandits and all the parasits.
- Agent Sokolov: So, do you know Artist?
- Dyadya Misha: They all are artists! Try how they dilute this!
- [drinks vodka from a bottle]
- Dyadya Misha: It is diluted!
- [drinks vodka from a bottle]
- Dyadya Misha: It is nasty diluted! Look, I understand when we have diluted beer in Odessa but why I come to the liberty country? For have there diluted vodka? Oh, my god! Look... look, can I know your face, can't I?
- Agent Sokolov: No, it can't be. What is your name?
- Dyadya Misha: My name is dyadya Misha. I'm very known and very respectable man there. Call me "dyadya Misha".
- Kravchuk: Dyadya Misha!
- Dyadya Misha: Oh! Oh!
- Kravchuk: Dyadya Misha!
- Dyadya Misha: I told you: I'm very known and very respectable man.
- Kravchuk: [throws dyadya Misha's jacket to the ground] Ha-ha!
- [goes to restaurant]
- Dyadya Misha: He's idiot!
- [drinks vodka from a bottle]
- Agent Sokolov: [takes dyadya Misha's jacket] Let's go to restaurant? We will sit and talk there. I shall look around and be close.
- Kravchuk: Artist! Give me last chance! I'll kill, I'll throw this agent to the Hell!
- Nikita Khrushchev: No, I will throw you to the Hell! I will throw all you to the Hell how I'll do it with damn capitalism! You're fools! You're weeklings! You're pederasts! One their agent - and ours are dead!
- Katz: Katz always suggested to surrender, suggested to surrender, suggested to surrender, suggested to...
- Kravchuk: [beats Katz] There is no time to surrender! The Sheikh comes tomorrow!
- Nikita Khrushchev: And if you show humanism here too...
- [removes his boot and knocks it to a tribune]
- Nikita Khrushchev: I'll beat you!
- Kravchuk: I swear, the Sheikh's operation will be OK! I swear, Artist!
- Nikita Khrushchev: Oh, what's about your ear?
- [laughs]
- Nikita Khrushchev: Why you're such black-eared? What's a abstractionism with you?
- Kravchuk: Oh, Artist! Do you think I can get any piece of a leather from our greed people? I take it for implantation from one negro...
- Nikita Khrushchev: See, comrade Katz! It's good example of international friendship! I suggest to present all-Union health resort Crimea to the negro comrades!
- Kravchuk: Hey, you, soloist! Now you'll have a duet!
- Dyadya Misha: [falls to the room] Oh, my head!
- Agent Sokolov: Dyadya Misha? Dyadya Misha!
- Dyadya Misha: Oh, he knocked me!
- Agent Sokolov: [takes dyadya Misha] Dyadya Misha! Why you're there?
- Dyadya Misha: [crying] Because of Sheikh! Think, who I am and who're Sheikh! But they said, you're friend of this Fedya, you shouted it at restaurant! Oh, why I shouted it!... Look, we are friends?
- Agent Sokolov: Yes, we are.
- Dyadya Misha: They said: if you are friends, you must know where is Sheikh too! But I don't know anything! Do you know, where's Sheikh?
- Agent Sokolov: Yes, I know...
- Dyadya Misha: I beg you: tell them where's that damn Sheikh, or they'll kill us!
- Agent Sokolov: I am ready to this...
- Dyadya Misha: But I'm don't ready!
- Agent Sokolov: I hope, they will not have enough meanness for kill you.
- Dyadya Misha: Don't hope! They grasped Masha!
- Agent Sokolov: What? They grasped Masha?
- Dyadya Misha: Yes, yes, yes, yes. They torment her already.
- Agent Sokolov: Bastards!
- [runs to door and knocks it]
- Agent Sokolov: Vermins! Cattles! Open the door!
- Kravchuk: [comes to the room] What?
- Agent Sokolov: Tell the Artist: I'll give Sheikh to him.
- Kravchuk: Artist!
- [smiles]
- Kravchuk: Fedya want tell you: he'll give Sheikh to you!
- Dyadya Misha: You're idiot! You're moron! You're degenerate! Son of bitch!
- Agent Sokolov: [grins] You speak like a tramp, Artist.
- Dyadya Misha: Yes! I'm Artist! I came here not for damn ham and damn jeans! I came here for beautiful art!
- [changes to the Artist]
- Artist: What roles I have in Odessa because of these damn, untalented directors? "Let's eat"? But here... Oh, here I created my own theatre! Here my talent can create kings and madmen, geniuses and villains!
- Agent Sokolov: Yeah, your best roles is villains! Bravo!
- [claps]
- Agent Sokolov: Take this present from grateful spectators!
- [beats Artist's face]
- Mafiosi-servant: Good day, Mr. Sokolov. Let's go to the cabinet. They're waiting for you.
- Agent Sokolov: Yeah...
- Mafiosi-servant: [comes to Tsuladze's cabinet with agent Sokolov] It's here, agent Sokolov.
- Tsuladze: A-ah, dear! We wait you for a long time, for a long time! Come to me, dear!
- Mafiosi-servant: [speaks to secret microfone] Artist, agent came to our place.
- [leaves cabinet]
- Tsuladze: Please, sit. Be treated by this little glass...
- Agent Sokolov: But with great feeling? I was called there for this?
- Tsuladze: So, why you're called? You're invited! It's for sitting, for talking. For playing a less. Cards is very good game! Here it is.
- [shows on player sitting near]
- Agent Sokolov: He is talented.
- Tsuladze: No, game depends not of talent, it depends exclusively from luck. And I feel inside my mind, you'll certainly be lucky for 100 thousands today!
- Agent Sokolov: [laughs] Can I be lucky for 150?
- Tsuladze: You can be lucky for 200 thousands too! If you'll go to your dear mother today.
- Agent Sokolov: This is full contract?
- Tsuladze: Why it's full contract? Maybe you'll be lucky for 300 thousands!
- Agent Sokolov: [laughs] OK. But I'll talk only with Artist.
- Tsuladze: What's the Artist? What's the Artist, dear?
- Agent Sokolov: Enouch, don't play the fool. I want to see Artist! Personally!
- Tsuladze: Don't get angry, don't get angry! Don't get angry, dear! Everyone want to see him personally but no one have seen him yet. So, 300 thousands and airway ticket! OK, dear?
- Agent Sokolov: No, "dear"!
- Tsuladze: Why, dear?
- Agent Sokolov: I can't go away without my "goodbye" for Artist. It's roughly, understand? Dear!
- [goes to doors but stopped by security]
- Tsuladze: Nobody leaves our casino so simple.
- Colonel Petrenko: [in Sokolov's flashback] Remember, son: the main thing in this work - sleight of hand and no fraud.
- [gets card from shoulder strap]
- Colonel Petrenko: Ace is ace even in Africa.
- Agent Sokolov: Your casino?
- [grins]
- Agent Sokolov: It was your - but it'll be our.