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© Giorgi Davitashvili, 2010-2020
(with the participation of Alesia Nezamaikova)
Videoteaser https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DScQ7-NrTZ0&t=10s
original script
FIRST EPISODE
NAT. MOUNTAINS. NIGHT.
A beater beats in a huge shamanic tambourine with a horse head. Gleams of fire dance over mossy stones and branches of a bush with blue ribbons tied to them. An OLD WOMAN in a motley shaggy robe, with bells hanging from there, making strange gestures, pounds with a mallet in a tambourine…
OLD WOMAN
(in a guttural voice)
Abyyyy… kysssssss… lll… aaaaalknnnnn… and nnnn… rrrrr… byyyyy…
TITLE:
Earth, June, 2019
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
The blond TEENAGER’S vertex hovering over a typical Kiev yard. In the backyard, under the house, the EMERCOM RESCUE GROUP keeps the tarp open for falling from a height. The teenager moves along the ledge of the roof of the nine-storey building, right and left, trying to deceive the rescuers; lifeguards move after him. From one of the balconies of the nineth floor a YOUNG WOMAN is turning to a teenager.
YOUNG WOMAN
Alyosha, understand that after death there is only emptiness. Do you understand, Alyosha? There is nothing there. There is no life after death. Your exit to the astral plane is the end of everything. Astral is stories for stupid. But you don't look stupid. You are a smart guy, one can tell it from your face. You live in the best of worlds. This world is your life. There will be no other life. If you jump, everything will end. You will no longer exist. Can you hear me, Alyosha…?
The glassy teenager’s eyes, who is standing on the edge of the roof, are filled with tears…
ALYOSHA
(in a trembling voice, choked)
…Who are you…?
INT. HOTEL ROOM. COLOGNE. MORNING.
The dense beats of the cathedral bell mix with lingering Arabic singing. A phone rings. A man's hand reaches for the phone lying on the bedside table next to the bed.
YOUNG MAN
(in a sleepy voice)
Yes, hello…
VOICE OF AN ELDERLY WOMAN
(on phone)
Son, it's me. That night Tatma came to me. She was very excited. Tatma said that she will warn you about everything…
YOUNG MAN
Mom, what are you talking about…? I’m having a report at a symposium in two hours. Today I’ll return to Kiev and call, it won’t be late for you. Then we'll talk… Okay, Mom?
VOICE OF AN ELDERLY WOMAN
(on phone)
Be careful son. Think what you do. Think what you say.
A man talking on phone gets out of bed, goes to the window, opens the curtains, opens the window sash; the ringing of the cathedral bell and Arabic singing can be heard louder. A man heads to the bathroom: takes a shower, shaves his face. Picks up the phone standing on the tables.
YOUNG MAN
(in English)
I’m from the 323rd number. Please get me a taxi at 10.30. I’ll go to Oberpfaffenhofen. Thanks.
NAT. AREA OF THE COLOGNE CATHEDRAL. CAFE AT THE HOTEL. SUMMER MORNING.
A man drinks coffee, looks at the spires of Cologne Cathedral towering in front of him and listens to the rhythmic ringing of a large bell. From a hundred-metre high, the stone chimeras of the cathedral look at what is happening on the cathedral square, in the center of which a gathering of the Arab diaspora takes place while mullah sings. On the background of the facades of Cologne Cathedral, the title caption appears:
THIRD FORCE. TAMBOURINE’S EGREGOR
INT. TAXI SALON. COLOGNE. MORNING.
YOUNG MAN rides in a taxi in the morning Cologne.
Telephone rings.
NAT. STREETS OF COLOGNE FROM THE TAXI SALON. MORNING.
Suddenly, an old woman in colorful oriental clothes with a large shamanic tambourine in her hand crosses the road, where the cab is going, the car flies straight towards her, the YOUNG MAN goggles in horror, then looks back… there is nobody on the road… The man grabs the phone. It is ringing.
INT. ENTRANCE OF A NINE-STOREY BUILDING. KIEV. DAY.
THE TEENAGER surrounded by EMERCOM employees, covered with a blanket, trembles in a post- hysterical chill, sitting on the steps of the staircase. TEENAGER’S PARENTS hold in their palms the hand of a YOUNG WOMAN.
TEENAGER’S PARENTS
(excitedly whispering)
Olga Petrovna, we don’t even know how to thank you… we don’t even know… two hours of such work! How did you do it? You are a heroine. We’ll put candles for you all our life…
THE YOUNG WOMAN hears phone ringing. She picks up the phone.
YOUNG WOMAN
(addressing to the parents of the teenager)
Excuse me… Yes, dear…
YOUNG MAN’S VOICE
(on phone, excitedly)
…Olya, can you hear me, Olya… I don’t know what it was… maybe I imagined it, I don’t know… What was it? Something is going on with me…
YOUNG WOMAN, OLGA
What, where is it?
YOUNG MAN
Just now… this is unbelievable…
OLGA
Andrey, it’s hard for me to talk now. I'm at work. I'll meet you at the airport today. Tell me everything, okay…
INT. SALON TAXI. COLOGNE. MORNING.
YOUNG MAN, ANDREY switches off the phone. Streams of cold sweat flow from his face. A taxi driver involuntarily observes through the rear view mirror the strange behavior of a foreign passenger.
INT. SALON OF THE CAR OLGA. KIEV. DAY.
Olga, sitting at the wheel of her car, is driving around the city. Tiredness is visible on her face. At one point, she picks up the phone to make a call, but then changes her mind.
INT. OBERPFAFFENHOFEN. COLOGNE. NOON.
There are hundreds of scientists and journalists from all countries and continents in the conference room. From the chair of the forum, ANDREY makes a report. Andrey is pale, he is constantly wiping sweat from his face… He speaks English.
ANDREY
…So, after the fall of the Chelyabinsk bolide in February 2013, the largest bolide after Tunguska in the last hundred years, as well as a supernova explosion detected in our galaxy a week later in the constellation Cygnus, and also after another three weeks when 2013ET asteroid flew by the Earth, which is eight times larger than Chelyabinsk, it has long become obvious that we need to integrate into a single global system all the satellite and terrestrial monitoring systems over trans-neptune bodies, comets and asteroids, as well as over supernovae radiation that creates light pressure in the solar system.
While giving the report,3D animation replaces the reporter’s words on the big screen. The conference participants sitting in the hall are listening to Andrey with great interest.
ANDREY
…In addition to the world's largest radio-optical telescope with five hundred aperture in the province of Guizhou, China, the second largest telescope in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, New multi-antenna ALMA telescope on the plateau of Chajnantor, Chile, the oldest radio-optical telescope in Orgov, Armenia, and other similar ones, it is additionally necessary to build a radio - optical telescope in the south of Kazakhstan. A tip of a mountain ridge in the area Tamgaly-Tas to the north-east of Almaty seems to me, as to an astrophysicist, to be an ideal place for the construction of such observatory.
In the conference hall among those present there is a MAN WITH A BEARBOARD of about forty-forty-five years old. He shoots Andrey’s report on phone.
ANDREY
This is also important because in this region of the planet there is a regular fall of comet meteorites. In my opinion, it is from this point that it will become possible to scan those parts of the sky where the trans-Neptune bodies will be most likely to approach the Earth…
JOURNALIST
(screams in English)
Forgive me for interrupting you, Mr. Evtushenko, do you mean approaching the planet Nibiru to Earth in 2020? Do you sincerely believe in disaster, do you support this hypothesis?
Andrey wipes sweat from his face again.
ANDREY
I'm not talking about a disaster, but remember how in March 1989 a 300-meter asteroid crossed the Earth’s orbit at the point where it was just 6 hours before. Moreover, its appearance was unexpected, the asteroid was already noticed at the time of removal from us…
Andrey suddenly interrupts, as he sees… a shamanic tambourine rolling from the center of the hall along the aisle between the rows to the chair! At the moment when the tambourine was about to hit the pulpit, Andrey unconsciously throws himself over her edge to look down: there is nothing under the chair…
PRESIDIUM LEADER
(in English)
Mr. Evtushenko, are you feeling bad?
Andrey is silent for a long time, looking somewhere above the heads of those present…
ANDREY
(in a choked voice, tongue twister)
No, no… nothing… I’ll continue… When Nibiru started having problems with the environment, the Anunnaki began spraying gold,which was removed from the Earth, in their atmosphere to protect their planet. Recent research in the field of nanotechnology shows that the application of a microlayer of gold particles makes the object invisible. Modern astronomers don’t see Nibiru because it became invisible about two thousand years ago. Only a powerful radio - optical telescope, operating with maximum fluctuation sensitivity, is capable of detecting such a celestial body.
People sitting in the hall exchange glances excitedly, someone smiles, someone concentrates on recording Andrey’s monologue on phone’s camera. MISTER WITH BEARD listens to Andrey especially attentively, while continuing to record his statement on the smartphone.
ANDREY
(excitedly, confusedly)
In 1908, the Swedish physicist-chemist Arrhenius developed the concept of one of the varieties of panspermia, called radiation panspermia. As a result of migration through the Universe caused by light pressure, bacteria spores reached the Earth.
Picturesque animation on the screen is becoming more dynamic, celestial bodies move in outer space, tracing bright trajectories with multi-colored tracks…
ANDREY
The excess energy of the recent supernova explosion in the constellation Cygnus, reflected by the planet Nibiru, has affected the trajectories of meteorites and asteroids in our solar system. Chelyabinsk bolide was the first swallow. What comes next, we don’t know. But we can expect a more massive ejection of cosmic bodies towards the Earth. And this will happen in South Kazakhstan…
The faces of listeners express conflicting feelings - from admiration to bewilderment.
ANDREY
And then panspermia will bring new codes designed to activate dormant sections of DNA in all living things on the planet. Rapprochement of the Earth with Nibiru will become a source of revolutionary renewal of life on Earth. In the calculations of the priests of the ancient Mayans, as well as the Central Asian of their shamans, an inaccuracy in the date could crept in, which is not surprising. But even then, thousands and years ago, they became aware of the explosion in the constellation Cygnus. And all these thousands of years, the light from the explosion was only flying to our planet…
Having completed his speech, Andrey leaves the chair and rushes to exit the hall. In the hall you hear a rumble and even a whistle, applause is heard, excited voices are heard. The host of the conference is trying to say something after the outgoing Andrey, but finds no words. Meanwhile, REPORTERS are already running after Andrey with TV cameras and voice recorders. In the lobby and then at the exit of Oberpfaffenhofen building, through the noise of nearby airliners, reporters are trying to interview Andrey. They ask questions in English.
1st REPORTER
Mr. Evtushenko, do you believe in the extraterrestrial origin of life on our planet?
2nd REPORTER
Do you directly connect ancient myths with today, or are these only hypotheses?
3rd REPORTER
Is it true that you were born near Tamgaly-Tas well and it is therefore you want to build there a telescope?
1st REPORTER
Does your project have investors in Ukraine, or have you come to look for them in the West?
Andrey doesn’t answer a single question, only dismisses annoying reporters.
ANDREY
Sorry, my plane is in an hour, I must be in time to register… I have a fever… eeee… coronavirus… sorry…
1st REPORTER
Mr. Evtushenko, is it true that you come from an ancient shamanic family on the maternal side?
The last words finally put Andrey out of balance. For a moment he closes his eyes, as if about to lose consciousness…
NAT. COLOGNE. AREA BEFORE OBERPFAFFENHOFEN. DAY.
Gathering strength, ANDREY runs to a taxi,which is waiting for him, gets in and drives towards the passenger terminal Cologne Bonn Airport, located very close. The MAN WITH A BEARD continues watching all this.
INT. AIRPORT COLOGNE-BONN. DUTY FREE ZONE. DAY.
ANDREY at the bar drinks mineral water. It is noticeable that his hands are trembling, he constantly looks around. The round tondo hanging in the bar overlooking the Cologne Cathedral frightens him with its resemblance to a tambourine, but this time everything goes without visions.
INT. AIRPORT COLOGNE-BONN. PASSPORT CONTROL. DAY.
The MAN WITH A BEARD approaches the border guards sitting at the passport control, says something to them, shows something and goes on.
INT. AIRPORT COLOGNE-BONN. DUTY FREE ZONE. DAY.
The MAN WITH A BEARD sits to ANDREY at the bar. Starts a conversation in English.
MAN WITH A BEARBOARD
(extremely courteous)
Hello Mr. Evtushenko, my name is Schefer, Klaus Schefer. I am a well-known publicist in Germany. I am writing on scientific topics. I was today at the conference listening to your report, took video… Very curious, very…
ANDREY
(surprised)
Yes, thanks… are you flying too?
MAN WITH A BEARD, SCHEFER
(hesitating a little)
Well, yes… to Hamburg… Agree, it’s so convenient: Oberpfaffenhofen a stone's throw from the airport. I didn’t even have to drop into the hotel, however, like you… You won’t believe it, but very soon I am going to Ukraine, then to Siberia and Kazakhstan.
ANDREY
How can I be of service, sir…?
SCHEFER
Schefer, Klaus Schefer. Can I treat you something?
ANDREY
No no thanks…
Schefer orders a cup of coffee.
SCHEFER
You see, I thought, in connection with the aspect that you mentioned in your report - why don’t I combine my trip to your land with writing a serious essay on Tamgaly-Tas, the wanderings of the Scythians, Sarmatians, Kypchak’s mythology…
ANDREY
(mutters)
But I was not going to touch on any aspects…
SCHEFER
Yes, you…? But you’ve already touched them… It is so interesting: ancient beliefs that are unexpectedly relevant to science today. Astrophysics and ancient myths. Tamgaly-Tas, Tengrianism, Buddhism, and shamanism, and then the panspermia theory, Chelyabinsk bolide, supernova explosion, Nibiru, Annunaks, 2020… This is a good buy, believe me… I am ready to popularize your views. And you could do with that as a scientist…
ANDREY
Sir… uh… Schefer, I'm not ready to discuss such topics right now. It seems that my temperature has risen, I feel unwell…
SCHEFER
(with a polite smile)
I understand what happens to everyone. Maybe shall we exchange business cards? For the future. Here is mine.
Andrey had no choice but to silently give Schefer his business card.
SCHEFER
Well, that's great. Now we are in touch. Get well soon.
A flight to Kiev is announced by loud speakers of the airport.
SCHEFER
It seems you should go, Mr. Evtushenko, and thank you very much for sparing a moment for me.
Andrey goes to the boarding gate, and Schefer continues to smile. Schefer finishes his coffee. Satisfaction with the conversation was noticeable on his face.
NAT. AIRPORT. KIEV. DAY.
The plane lands.
INT. AN AIRPORT. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY passes passport control and goes to the exit. He walks slowly, looking down.
OLGA’S VOICE
Andrey! I'm here.
Stopping, Andrey sees OLGA a metre from him, his wife. The brown-haired woman with green eyes, Olga is young, slim, very pretty. Olga is the first to take a step towards Andrey, hugs him, kisses him.
OLGA
(with fondness in voice)
What is the matter with you, Andryusha, explain what happened to you there?
ANDREY
Olga, forgive me, I feel uneasy… So many things at once. Let’s get into the car, I’ll tell you everything. Probably only you can expertly help me… This is serious.
OLGA
Well, let's go, tell me in the car…
The spouses are heading to the exit from the airport terminal, but then a thin BLONDE, apparently thirty years old, is running across the path.
BLONDE
(theatrically simpering and flirting, turns to Andrey)
Hello, Andrey Yurich! You don’t remember me, I am Evelina, Radomir Askoldich Glotov’s referent.
Andrey casts a bewildered look at Olga.
ANDREY
(mutters)
I remember, yes, I remember…
BLONDE, EVELINA
Radomir Askoldich has sent a car for you. He listened to your report today online, and immediately ordered to meet you. But I see you have already been met…
ANDREY
Yes, my wife Olga.
EVELINA
(curtsies in front of Olga)
Evelina, nice to meet you.
OLGA
(politely but stiffly)
Evelina, I'm sorry, but Andrey and I are going home. He feels unwell.
EVELINA
Oh, and what will I say to Radomir-Askoldich? Andrey Yurich, maybe, after all, you will go to visit Radomir-Askoldich together with your wife? Radomir-Askoldich is waiting for you in his villa. Tennis, bathhouse, pool, barbecue… Relax after the flight, and your wife will scatter…
(with a sly grin)
Well, bow to God's head… Well, Andrey Yurich…
ANDREY
No, no, it’s not possible today… Send my apologies to Radomir Askoldovich. I am touched by his care. But I really feel sick, I can’t.
EVELINA
(hesitates, simpers)
Mmmmm… Sorry, sorry, sorry… Well, okay, another time. Bye.
(curtsies again)
Bye-Bye…
INT. SALON OF THE CAR OLGA. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY AND OLGA are in a car. Olga is driving.
OLGA
Andrey, I repeat once again: you saw Grandma TATMA crossing the road, and she fell under the wheels of your taxi, right?
ANDREY
Yes, I saw it as now these billboards…
OLGA
What did you drink the day before?
ANDREY
Almost nothing, twice forty grams of whiskey with ice. Thay’s all.
OLGA
Where?
ANDREY
In the hotel bar…
OLGA
Who poured whiskey to you, bartender?
ANDREY
What are you talking about, Olga? This is a five-star hotel, right on the Cathedral Square, in the center of Cologne…
OLGA
And the second time you saw a shamanic tambourine during a report in a conference room?
ANDREY
Yes, a real shamanic tambourine, it rolled right under my feet and rang… After that I began to say something unplanned, about extraterrestrial life, about the planet Nibiru, Annunaks… I was not going to talk about it to a wide audience, but I stopped controlling myself, as if something was driving me… It caused a noise in the audience, reporters rushed after me, asking questions one after another… I understand that this is an obsession, delirium, hallucinations, but this has never happened to me before. All too unexpected. All kinds of dreams I’ve seen, but in reality something like this…
OLGA
Have you seen grandmother Tatma in your dreams before?
ANDREY
Never. And then mother calls, says that she came to her at night…
OLGA
Yes, my friend… There is no way to deal with my Western psychoanalysis. After all, little is known about the magic tricks of shamans, especially since they have long died. In the States we didn’t practice such matters, and here too…
(short pause, thoughtful)
Listen, let me take you to the priest, talk to the priest, eh?
ANDREY
Olga, what are you talking about? How can a priest help me?
OLGA
There is one advanced priest, a modern one who is not old yet, in short, he understands a lot.
ANDREY
Olga, well, how does it… ah…
OLGA
Understand that he served in Afghanistan, he saw the horrors of war, and then went to the Military Medical Academy to study as a psychiatrist. They took them there without exams… Then he worked for ten years in a hospital, we had second year internship with him. But then suddenly we found out that he became a monk… Sometimes, on special occasions, I am sending my patients to him, well, religiously dependent, there is such a category…
OLGA
But I'm not that… not religiously dependent…
ANDREY
We are going. Don’t argue. Trust my intuition. Remember, his father's name is Evmeny.
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
Olga’s white car rides along one of Kiev avenues.
INT. SALON OF THE CAR OLGA.
ANDREY, sitting in the car, with drooping head…
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
A white car stops near a small church in one of the Kiev lanes in the city center. Andrey gets out of the car, then he returns to the car, but then with an uncertain step he nevertheless goes to the entrance to the temple. OLGA watches her husband with a worrying look, she is seriously worried about what is happening with Andrey.
INT. CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
There is a break between services in the church, and almost no believers. ANDREY turns to a WOMAN IN A SCARF, selling candles.
ANDREY
And where can I find a father… hmmm…
WOMAN IN A SCARF
Father Evmeny?
ANDREY
Yes, him…
WOMAN IN A SCARF
Yes, there he is, you see near the altar talking with the servant…
In complete indecision, Andrey goes in the direction towards the PRIEST. Andrey stops in six or seven steps before him.
ANDREY
Father Evmeny, can I come up to you?
Father Evmeny casts an attentive glance at Andrey over his glasses.
FATHER EVMENY
Come, of course.
Andrey comes closer to the priest.
ANDREY
I need to tell you something. My wife sent me to you.
FATHER EVMENY
Well, if the wife, then tell.
ANDREY
I have, you know… mmmm… this morning, in Germany… well, right now, right from the airport… Well, in general, my visual hallucinations began…
FATHER EVMENY
What did you see?
ANDREY
(whispers silently)
The grandmother, dead, as if alive, fell under the wheels…
An elderly woman, cleaning away the candle stubs, suddenly casts a strict, studying look at Andrey, as if she hears and even knows what Andrey is talking about. Andrey catches the glance of a woman, and he becomes even more uneasy.
ANDREY
Well, in general, my maternal grandmother was a shaman, well, where I was born and raised… that is, in South Kazakhstan, in Kashpagai, near Almaty.
FATHER EVMENY
Baptized?
ANDREY
I don’t know… I remember, father took me as a child to a church in Almaty. I remember a nice odour, like now, I remember father smearing me with something, then he said something like singing, but most don’t remember anything. My father was missing in action when I was eight years old. My mother only knew from me about our visits to church, my father didn’t say to her anything. Baptized or not, there’s nobody to ask…
FATHER EVMENY
Is your mother an unbeliever?
ANDREY
She is already a believer, very much, only she has another faith, a shaman, she comes from Altai…
FATHER EVMENY
What is your profession?
ANDREY
I am a scientist, an astrophysicist.
FATHER EVMENY
Ah, here it is… An atheist, come out?
ANDREY
Well, how can I tell you, more likely yes than not…
FATHER EVMENY
Well, since you’ve come to the God temple, I’ll say one thing: you need to pass the rank of conditional Baptism. You will go through the rite, all sins will be forgiven, and you will come to Holy Communion. Well, if the visions don’t stop, then you need exorcism.
ANDREY
What? An exorcism?
FATHER EVMENY
When a person is obsessed, demons are expelled from him.
NAT. NEAR THE CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
Olga continues to sit at the wheel, glancing towards the entrance to the church from time to time. At some point, she draws her attention to an old woman asking for alms from the porch. Olga gets out of the car, approaches the old woman, puts a hundred-hryvna bill into a tin jar.
OLD WOMAN
Lord save you,God bless you, health to you and your loved ones…
OLGA
(mutters in response)
Health to you too…
Olga, waiting for Andrey, casts another impatient glance at the temple door. An ambulance passes the church with sirens switched on, and suddenly, through the sounds of sirens Olga heard that the the old woman follows in Bulgarian: "SAVE ME FROM EVIL, GOD" Olga sharply turns around, looks at the old woman, then sits down next to her, trying to examine her face looking down.
OLGA
…What did you say…?
The old woman is silent in response and doesn’t raise her head. Olga quickly returns to the car, opens the door, but then again, before sitting at the car’s wheel,she gives a careful look at the old woman over the top of the car body. And then she sees a face of a blind old woman turning to her - a face without eyes. Dumbfounded by this picture, Olga gets to drive, then squints at the old woman again, but she, taking another charity from a woman entering the church, again lowers her face to the ground and thanks the woman for alms with short nods. Confused, Olga lays her head on the steering wheel of her car.
FLASHBACK. INT. SMALL ROOM VIENNA HOUSE. DAY.
LITTLE OLYA with her brown hair gathered in a pigtail sitting back to us in the lap of Mom listens to an eyeless old woman lying in the back of the room:
EYELESS OLD WOMAN
(speaks Bulgarian)
Take the girl to the village of Berende Izvor, this is not far from Sofia, there is a cave of Temnatà Dubka. You will go there with her, you will find a small lake in one of the halls, the water in it is waist-deep. Your girl should go to its very center and take a deep three times. The cave is confused, a real labyrinth, with no end in sight… As you reach the lake, leave her there alone, go to the exit and wait. Don’t be afraid, she will find the way back by herself. And don’t bother her, understand…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY continues the conversation with FATHER EVMENY in the church.
FATHER EVMENY
(semi-whispering)
As an Orthodox priest, I should not tell you such things, but your case is really out of the ordinary. Here you are talking about the gods from another planet, and the tambourine rolled on you… So listen to what I advise you: if you come from there, and your mother lives there, go to your homeland, go to Tamgaly-Tas. Meet the shaman, talk to him…
Andrey doesn’t quite understand what the priest is telling him.
ANDREY
Are you sending me to shamans?
FATHER EVMENY
(in a whisper, even quieter)
Well, not really, of course… You see, it’s a coincidence, or something like that, but it was in Tamgaly-Tas that my old friend Borya, who took the name Melchizedek, worked as a hermit shaman. We used to serve together in Afghanistan. He saved my life, he's my bosom friend…
FLASHBACK. NAT. AFGHANISTAN. DAY.
There is a roar of cannonade, a burst of shells, a whistle of bullets… A YOUNG SOVIET SNIPER, in which we recognize Father Emenius, lies down on a firing position and aims from the SVD at the enemy. Behind, a dushman with a dagger in his hands imperceptibly creeps up to him on a sandy slope. SECOND Soviet sniper, who noticed him from afar, shoots with his SVD in Dushman, who almost crept to the firing point at the top of the ledge, where the first Soviet sniper stands… The first Soviet sniper hears a shot bang and the groan of a dead man, then he looks around and sees the body of the killed dushman rolling over the hill. Realizing who has saved him, he looks through binoculars at the firing position of his comrade who has raised his fist in a stiff welcome gesture…
END OF FLASHBACK.
FATHER EVMENY
After Afgan he suddenly left for China in the 90 th, it seems… And then he returned to Ukraine for a short while, and then Tamgaly-Tas. There he managed to get to a mysterious shamanic initiation, but it has taken the biblical name of Melchizedek, which in Hebrew means "My king of Justice" eternal Priest of the Highest… He and I occasionally write to each other: he tells me about himself, I'm about myself. I bet… I'll let him know about you today. And you, come on, fly to him right tomorrow, understand? Only he will help you. I know. In the meantime, when you are on your way, whether you’ve been baptized or not, here is my instruction to you: read Jesus' prayer: “Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner”. Do you remember? This is called “smart doing”. Repeat after me several times…
ANDREY
(repeats twice after the priest)
“Lord Jesus, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner”
NAT. KIEV. NEAR THE CHURCH. DAY.
Olga continues to sit in the car, lowering her head on the steering wheel.
INT. CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
FATHER EVMENY
(looking into Andrey’s eyes)
We’ll stop on this. As you recall your visions or see something, read the Jesus Prayer as many times as you can, repeat to yourself. And it’s better to chaint it all the time, even in a dream, you know, as the saints did…
FATHER EVMENY
In a dream to read?
FATHER EVMENY
…Well, yes .. okay… Leave a candle to the icon of St. Cyprianus - there he is, in the left vestibule, and you can go. My service starts, it’s the ninth Hour.
The priest crosses Andrey who is heading towards the exit.
FATHER EVMENY
God bless you.
Andrey puts a candle to the icon that Father Evmeny pointed to him. An elderly woman cleaning candle cinders again carefully and sternly looks at Andrey.
INT. MACHINE OLGA. NEAR THE CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
OLGA
(thoughtfully)
So, Father Evmeny offers such a solution? …Hm, interesting and unexpected…
Olga sneaks a look at the old woman at the porch, but there is no old woman in the same place anymore.
OLGA
And, perhaps, he is right. We are all powerless to sort out your situation.
Suddenly, Olga smiles and puts her hand on her husband’s tip.
OLGA
(in a languid voice)
Dear, can I help you in a more proven way, eh?
Andrey takes his wife’s hand in his and gently caresses her fingers…
NAT. KIEV. NEAR THE CHURCH. DAY.
The white car breaks off and disappears around the bend…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY AND OLGA bask in bed, intoxicated by recent reciprocity. Olga, resting her head on Andrey’s chest, continues her story.
OLGA
Mom did exactly everything that Baba Vanga told her, she took me to Berende Izvor, then to that cave. It was dark, cold. She lit everything ahead her with a powerful torch, and we walked for a long time…
FLASHBACK. INT. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA. BULGARIA.
The flashlight beam illuminates the bizarre outlines of the cave labyrinth. The echo of the steps is mixed with the sound of dripping water. At some point, the beam finds a mirror of water with a diameter of forty meters. Falling drops from somewhere high make thin circles scatter on the surface of the lake…
END OF FLASHBACK.
OLGA
Then my mother pushed me and said: “Don’t be afraid, go to the very middle of the lake and don’t look back. When you get to the middle, plunge with your head three times… "
FLASHBACK. INT. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA. BULGARIA.
A little girl’s silhouette with chest deep in water moves deeper into the underground lake…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY AND OLGA lie in bed.
OLGA
The water was neither cold nor warm. As if I found myself in a cloud, not in water. I reached the middle and plunged my head three times. And then the light of the flashlight suddenly disappeared, and I remained in pitch darkness, alone in the cave, in the center of the lake…
FLASHBACK. INT. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA. BULGARIA.
LITTLE OLGA
(voice resonates in the space of the cave)
Mom, where are you?!
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY AND OLGA lie in bed.
OLGA
Neither mom nor her flashlight. But a minute later a luminous spot appeared, similar to the silhouette of a very tall man…
FLASHBACK. NAT. BULGARIA. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA.
A translucent luminous silhouette of blue color appears on the opposite edge of the lake with the outlines of a tall human figure with incredibly long arms. The figure begins to change its location, turning out to be on the right, then on the left, then behind the girl. Then the light spot begins to flicker in one place, and the old woman’s voice is heard: “GO!” Little Olya goes along the bottom of the lake in the direction of the light spot…
END OF FLASHBACK.
OLGA
I followed this luminous silhouette and surprisingly quickly found myself at the exit of the cave, much faster than we went inside. Mom was sitting on a stone and smoking…
FLASHBACK. NAT. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA. BULGARIA.
Little Olya, back to us, cuddles closer to the breast of her mother…
END OF FLASHBACK.
OLGA
I still don’t understand why she led me to Vanga, and then to this dark cave near the village of Berende Izvor… And after a year my mother was gone… Dad doesn’t want to talk to me about this topic, he still desn’t understand, what moved her then.
ANDREY
Strange coincidence of names.
OLGA
What names?
ANDREY
Well this village in Bulgaria, where there is a cave, and head…
OLGA
Head?
ANDREY
Well, yes, God's head…
OLGA
What is the coincidence?
ANDREY
At Glotov’s villa, in the park, the huge head of King Berendey was set.
OLGA
The one his assistant talking about?
ANDREY
Well yes…
The city phone rings. With great reluctance, Andrey picks up the phone.
MALE VOICE
(solid baritone)
Hello, dear Andrey Yurich. It’s Glotov Radomir Askoldovich has dared to bother you.
ANDREY
Hello, I recognize you, Radomir Askoldovich…
Andrey throws an eloquent glance at Olga, saying, speak of the devil.
GLOTOV’S VOICE
I didn’t bother you, did I?
ANDREY
No, no, I'm listening to you…
GLOTOV’S VOICE
How are you feeling? Evelina said you are not healthy. If you need qualified medical help right at home, I’m ready to send you the best specialists of Kiev right away…
ANDREY
No, thank you, Radomir Askoldovich. I 'm not so sick. In the morning there was a malaise, but now I feel much better. My wife is treating me…
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. DAY.
GLOTOV, a man of sixty-five of athletic complexion with a shaved head wearing a dressing gown made of expensive silk with images of some strange plants, continues the telephone conversation. He walks slowly along the edge of the picturesque pond, behind which stands the enormous sculptural head of King Berendey. The figures of armed people in dark suits are noticeable against the backdrop of green spaces surrounding the pool. At some point splashes of water in the pool turn our attention to EVELINA, Glotov’s assistant, who is swimming…
GLOTOV
Yes, wife is the best medicine. Especially like yours. She looks amazing…
ANDREY
Thank you, Radomir Askoldovich.
Glotov, sits down in a wicker chair and pours a black drink into his glass.
GLOTOV
(with a barely noticeable crooked grin on his f ace)
Evelina today also told me about your spouse.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
Sitting down on bed, ANDREY exchanges a glance
with OLGA.
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. DAY.
EVELINA leaves the pool and sits on a sun lounger to sunbathe.
GLOTOV
My friend, I understand that you can no longer be pulled to my hacienda, so I’ll wait tomorrow by noon. Is it suitable for you?
ANDREY
Radomir Askoldovich, I am afraid, this time again I won’t manage to do it. Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the doctor before leaving, as I am leaving for Kyrgyzstan in the afternoon, to my mother in Kapshaghay. For a …
Andrey looks questioningly at Olga.
ANDREY
…few weeks.
GLOTOV
What are you saying? Are you flying to your homeland without saying anything to me?! Then all the more we need to see each other. And immediately! If the mountain doesn’t go to Mohammed…? In a word, I'm going to visit you. Don’t deny it. And we will finally cure your illness with black vodka… Do you know what it is?
ANDREY
No…
GLOTOV
It is an elixir of life. I specially bring it with me from London. Evelina and I’ll be with you in an hour. See you, buddy.
Sounds of beeps. Andrey sits on the edge of the bed with his back to Olga.
ANDREY
(sorrowfully)
Glotov is coming here with his Evelina to give me black vodka. I have to meet, there is no way out. Prepare something for the table… Black vodka… But he is the only one who is ready to invest real money in my project…
(pause)
For some reason, he looked at our wedding photos on the Internet. He admires you. Evelina told him about you too…
OLGA
(puts a palm on Andrey’s hand)
Never mind, now everyone surfs into the Internet.
Olga gets out of bed, wearing a peignoir.
OLGA
I’ll go get you a conifer bath. Put yourself in order and get ready for the arrival of guests… And in a day you will already be at mom's place. Everything will become clear there. I’ll come to you in Kashpagai for the weekend. If you don’t mind, of course… I also want to visit Saule Mazhitovna's at least once. It’s interesting to visit your place in Tamgaly-Tas…
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION.DAY.
EVELINA, still wet, comes from behind to Glotov sitting in a chaise lounge, hugs him, moves her hands towards his stomach.
EVELINA
Well, Radomir Askoldich? Should i get ready?
GLOTOV
Yes, get ready. We’ll go to him. And then he will leave to his shamans, and what then – only devil knows. I need his obsession, which I saw today online. Yes, in Germany he began to talk nonsense… But it is precisely such a person who can lead us to our cherished goal! And then… And then Bill Gates himself will kneel before me!
Glotov squeezes Eveline’s fragile wrist till it hurts.
EVELINA
(screams)
What are you doing?!
GLOTOV
(imperiously, rudely)
Get dressed, let's go!
INT. ROOM WITHOUT WINDOWS. COLOGNE. DAY.
Klaus SCHEFER sits at a computer and carefully examines the video image on the monitor. Near the computer you can see a photo in the frame, in this photo there are a smiling young woman and a girl of about six next to her at the background of Venetian gondolas. Schefer several times looks at the place where Andrey Evtushenko is bending over the pulpit, trying to see something under his feet. Then Schefer watches Evtushenko continuing reading his report. He enlarges the image and slows down the view very much to see the face of Evtushenko better. Schefer is clearly interested in the details, especially the expression of Andrey’s eyes.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
In the kitchen, OLGA lays the dishes on plates.
and saucers. ANDREY, closing his eyes, lies in a bathtub filled with foam. After some time, he plunges headlong into the water, gurgling, releases air and continues to remain under water further…
OLGA
Andrey, you’ve been lying in the bath for an hour. Come out, otherwise our guests will arrive soon! Can you hear me?
Andrey doesn’t answer anything. Olga goes to the bathroom door.
OLGA
Have you fallen asleep there?
Silence. Olga opens the door. Andrey's face, hiding in the foam, remains under water.
OLGA
Andrey, where are you?
Suddenly, from the place where Andrey’s face had disappeared under the water a minute earlier, male legs jump out with a spray of foam.
ANDREY
(indian call)
Ya-ho!
Andrey’s head emerges from under the water from the opposite side of the bath.
OLGA
(screams)
Aw! Bully!!!
Andrey, removing foam from his eyes, laughs with Homeric laughter, and Olga also laughs with him.
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
A cavalcade of three cars, a black limousine and two "SUVs" escort, racing at breakneck speed.
INT. LIMOUSINE GLOTOV. KIEV. DAY.
In the back seats of the limousine are GLOTOV and EVELINA.
GLOTOV
You must become her better friend, so that we know as much as possible about him, understand? Know this is not easy, not at all easy. She is an experienced neuropsychiatrist. She trained for ten years in the United States, now advises the Ministry of Emergency Situations, deals with these… suicides, those who strive to jump from the windows, spend hours talking the loonies off. I was given a certificate that she always succeeds in this. She has the skills of psychoanalysis, hypnosis, NLP, and all this other bullshit… She can peg you right away. The astronomer will leave for Kazakhstan, for a while she will be left alone. Here comes your hour… You must get her trust by any means.
EVELINA
(simpering to the point of caricature)
And to what depth of penetration?
GLOTOV
To any.
EVELINA
And you will not be jealous of her?
Glotov doesn’t answer, just looks at Evelina with obvious contempt, but then becomes meaningful and serious.
GLOTOV
(thoughtfully looking somewhere in space)
Do you know that dark matter is passing through us, and nothing prevents this? Do you know why? Because there is nothingness inside us… Vacuum - that’s forever!
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY, standing in front of the mirror, combs his hair wet after bathing.
ANDREY
Not every day, the oligarchs pay a visit to a humble hard working scientist. What do you think, dear?
OLGA
I don’t think anything. I saw all sorts of things: Hollywood stars, senators, local ministers and deputies, and these oligarchs too. Believe me, when they’re having hard times, they forget how great they are… These are just people who need the help of a neuropsychiatrist…
(a short pause)
Try to drink less of this black vodka.
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
Into the backyard of a residential building, which is visible from the height of the roof, three black cars roll in. Of the two smaller ones, people in dark suits jump out and open the doors of the larger one from which comes first a man, then a woman. People in dark suits accompany them to the porch of the house, enter the porch with them.
INT. ACCESS OF RESIDENTIAL HOUSE. KIEV. DAY.
In the elevator shaft, the elevator car slowly goes up.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
ANDREY personally puts the finishing touches to the decoration of the table, uncorks and puts on the table a bottle of red wine. THE BELL DOOR RINGS. OLGA approaches the door, opens. GLOTOV stands on the threshold. Beside him, Evelina shifts her feet. There are FOUR BODYGUARDS in dark suits behind them.
GLOTOV
(smiles, draws words)
Weeell, hello! Allow me?
OLGA
(with a Hollywood smile)
Hello. Be our guest.
Olga reaches out to Glotov who crossed the threshold. Glotov kisses Olga’s hands. Olga closes the door, leaving bodyguards at the doorstep.
GLOTOV
(languidly)
Happy to meet you, Olga… mmm… Petrovnà, if I am not mistaken…?
OLGA
(kindly)
Olga Petrovna, that's right.
EVELINA
(almost to blame)
Hello Olga, once again… long time didn’t see you… hee…
Glotov takes packages with gifts from people in dark suits and makes a sign to wait outside the door.
OLGA
Please come in.
(towards Andrey)
Andrey, we have guests! Where are you?
Andrey enters the hallway. Shaking hands lasts a long time.
GLOTOV
Shaking hands with a great scientist is a great honor for me.
ANDREY
Radomir Askoldovich, I am glad to see you in our humble abode. Your visit is a double honor for me. Please come here.
Andrey points to the door to the living room.
GLOTOV
How can I not visit a friend when he needs support in a moment of sickness? …Or, I see, your charming wife has completely cured you…? Oh, then we’re going back, Evelin…
EVELINA
(playfully, mincingly)
Yes, we are clearly not needed here, Radomir Askoldych.
The hosts and guests laugh amicably and go into the living room…
INT. ROOM WITHOUT WINDOWS. COLOGNE. DAY.
SCHEFER continues to study video filming at a computer. Now he is listening to a fragment of Andrey Evtushenko’s speech:
SCHEFER
(breaks out, speaks German)
Incredible… is it really tulpa?
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
GLOTOV, EVELINA, ANDREY and OLGA stand in the middle of the living room, exchanging smiles and preparing to sit at the table. Glotov examines paintings and photographs on the walls in the living room of Andrey and Olga. Almost immediately, a glass stand, on which a small collection of miniature netsuke is placed, attracks the oligarch’s attention. He picks up one of them, which depicts a shaman.
GLOTOV
Ivory… Amazing work!
OLGA
Yes, this thing was personally presented to me in New York by the author. His personal exhibition was held there then.
GLOTOV
(meaningful whisper)
Amahuaco…
OLGA
Radomir Askoldovich, what did you say?
GLOTOV
Just about mine…
OLGA
(brings a smile to her face)
I give it to you with all my heart.
GLOTOV
(with a feigned pretense)
Oh no…
OLGA
Well, you won’t refuse me to get the pleasure of giving you this little thing.
Glotov is moved to tears: he kneels before Olga and, theatrically rolling his eyes, kisses her hand.
OLGA
(with simulated embarrassment)
Oh, what are you… Radomir Askoldovich, please stand up!
Having risen, Glotov puts netsuke into his breast pocket, and Olga manages to glance at Andrey, saying that she did the right thing, sacrificing the pearl of her collection to the oligarch.
OLGA
Please take a seat.
Olga invites Glotov and Evelina to the dessert table with a gesture, on which a bottle of black vodka is already flaunting. Time passes: Glotov, Evelina, Andrey and Olga continue a friendly conversation, sitting in the living room in armchairs around the dessert table. Ladies drink white wine; black vodka is poured in men’s glasses. Evelina, sipping wine from a glass, tries to look extremely sincere, alternately smiling at either Olga or Andrey.
GLOTOV
My friend, Andrey Yuryevich, let me have a drink for you. I am shocked by your courage today. If I hadn’t heard your live report with my own ears, I'm sorry, online, I would not have believed that you decided to make such a daring hypothesis in the presence of so many of your fellow skeptics, and even in Oberpfaffenhofen! …In time immemorial, the Annunaki covered the planet Nibiru with gold taken from our long-suffering Earth. And in order to see the approach of the planet to us today, we are building the latest radio telescope. This is amazing! This is a breakthrough in worldview! For you, my friend!
Glotov toasts with Andrey with a glass of black vodka, but Andrey’s face doesn’t express joy, his hand trembles slightly, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Olga.
ANDREY
Thanks, but…
GLOTOV
(friendly, but imperious)
No "but". We drink for you!
Glotov takes a glass with black contents.
GLOTOV
(with simulated pleasure)
And what softness, what aftertaste… mmm… Have you ever drunk anything like that?
Andrey drinks, puts a glass.
ANDREY
(reluctantly)
Yes, indeed, a soft drink… But, Radomir Askoldovich, I wanted to say that my today's report was not planned, it happened, I don’t know why, but…
Olga casts a wary look at her husband and at the same time catches the increased Evelina’s attention to her, who is constantly smiling.
GLOTOV
(interrupting Andrey)
So it burst, my friend. Therefore, you got to speak your mind. The conscience of the scientist didn’t allow you to be silent.
ANDREY
Not exactly in that way…
OLGA
(interrupting Andrey)
Well, why are you only talking about business and science, it’s such a beautiful evening. Let's light the candles, turn on the music…
EVELINA
(stretches the words)
Oh, how cool…
Olga gets up, lights the candles on candlesticks placed in different corners of the living room, extinguishes electrical appliances, turns on muffled music. She puts a couple of candles on a dessert table. Shadows begin to play on the walls, and the faces of those present, now illuminated from below,get a mysterious shape… Glotov raises another glass.
GLOTOV
And now I want to drink for the amazing mistress of this hearth, for your wife, Andrey, for Olga! Olga Petrovna, you are amazing!
Glotov stands up, kisses Olga's hand.
EVELINA
Olga, for you!
Making eyes to everyone at the same time, Evelina clinks her glass with Olga. Glotov, having had a drink, sits down in an armchair. Andrey drinks black vodka a little and, silently, puts a glass on the table. It is evident that he is again not in the mood.
INT. LINGUISTIC FACULTY OF THE COLOGNE UNIVERSITY. COLOGNE. DAY.
SCHEFER walks vigorously along the spacious corridors of the university. Then he enters someone’s office. He meets an ELDERLY LADY. They speak German.
SCHEFER
Hello, Frau Humboldt.
ELDERLY LADY, SAME FRAU HUMBOLT
Hello, Dr. Schefer. Good to see you. How can I be useful to such a venerable îrganization?
SCHEFER
Frau Humboldt, I hope you can help me.
FRAU HUMBOLT
I’m listening to you carefully, Dr. Schefer.
SCHEFER
See, this one?
FRAU HUMBOLT
Yes, the circle…
SCHEFER
Can you see the inscription? What do you think is this?
For a while, Frau Humbolt looks at the drawing.
FRAU HUMBOLT
…Outlines resemble a typical tambourine, characteristic of the Altai, Central Asia… These drawings reveal one of the most important meanings of tambourine as a symbol of the Universe. In this case, we see an image of flat land bordered by mountains and seas, a domed sky over it…
(moves her finger on the picture)
…But for a shaman, a tambourine is still a winged horse. Accelerating the beat with a mallet in a tambourine, the shaman drives the horse, forcing him to rise higher and higher, slowing down the beat, he returns. In any case, his journey is connected with the feeling of flying and passing through different "layers" of reality… Here, in short, what can I tell you about this…
(short pause)
…And why are the images so blurry, what kind of photograph is this?
SCHEFER
You see, Frau Humboldt, I don’t understand anything yet… But you have rendered me an invaluable service. Many thanks.
FRAU HUMBOLT
If you want, leave a picture for further study.
SCHEFER
Thank you, Frau Humboldt, but this is not necessary.
FRAU HUMBOLT
Always happy to help you, Dr. Schefer. Maybe a cup of coffee?
SCHEFER
No, no, thanks, Frau Humboldt, I won’t stop detaining you anymore.
FRAU HUMBOLT
If necessary, you can call anytime. Your uncle once revealed a lot to me, I am very grateful to him for this…
Schefer shakes hands with Frau Humboldt and leaves from the office. Frau Humboldt gives Schefer a warm look, and then shrugs her hands, as if saying, how can you understand them… Schefer is walking along the university corridor in the opposite direction, his phone rings. Schefer picks up the phone.
MALE VOICE IN A PHONE
(speaks German)
Mr. Schefer, I just got the call from the company that served the object a taxi today, they noticed a strange incident. A large dent was found on the hood of the car, although there were no collisions. This is a very unusual dent. We sent experts there. If you're interested, drive up, here is the address of the company…
NAT. COLOGNE. DAY.
SCHEFER leaves the university building and goes to his car, gets into the car, the car drives off…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
There are ANDREY, OLGA, GLOTOV, EVELINA in the living room.
OLGA
I'll go to the kitchen, make tea.
Olga gets up and heads to the kitchen.
EVELINA
(chirps)
Olga, can I help you?
OLGA
Of course, Evelina, let's go to the kitchen, leave the men at least for a while alone.
Olga and Evelina leave the living room. Andrey and Glotov are left alone.
GLOTOV
So, tomorrow, Andrey Yurievich, are you going to your homeland?
ANDREY
Yes, I'm flying tomorrow. I want to see my mom. I haven’t been with her for a long time.
GLOTOV
But as a true science enthusiast, I am sure you will combine business with pleasure and pay attention to our project?
ANDREY
As far as possible, Radomir Askoldovich, as far as possible…
GLOTOV
So that's great. Then I’ll write a letter to Maskh Ilat Almaty, Ryazantsev. He and I have long-time acquaintances, together we used to.. never mind… Evelina will deliver a letter directly to the airport for you. You just tell her the flight to ALMATY.
ANDREY
I’ll personally pass on your letter to Pavel Maksimovich, he still remembers me as a child…
GLOTOV
(after a short pause, in a serious tone)
Hmm, well! M- yeah, but the world is small.
Glotov gives Andrey a careful look.
GLOTOV
Your father would be proud of you.
ANDREY
(very politely)
Thank you, Radomir Askoldovich.
GLOTOV
And you must know, our domestic geology was based on people like your parents. These were the pioneering heroes…
ANDREY
Thank you, Radomir Askoldovich.
GLOTOV
By the way, did your father also have, so to say, an unconventional view of the nature of the Tungus meteorite?
Andrey looks at Glotov with barely concealed surprise.
ANDREY
But, in my opinion, my father never published the results of his research on this issue…
GLOTOV
But he wrote them down. And this is the main thing. After all, it was your father who was the first to speak out on the subject of that, uh… ionessites and konskites found by him at the places where meteorites fell contain perhaps the first signs of life, which are amino acids. DNA molecules are formed from them. Today in Oberpfaffenhofen you expressed a similar hypothesis in relation to Chelyabinsk bolide. It turns out that this is panspermia. So you are the true successor of your father's things…But his ridiculous extinction in the 89th…
ANDREY
You know so much about my father…
GLOTOV
Hmm, my friend, I know everything about everyone. I know what others don’t know.
Glotov’s face suddenly becomes almost diabolical in the flickering light of a candle that began to smoke…
GLOTOV
(in a mentorly business tone)
Your task is to get permission from the authorities to build a radio telescope in Tamgaly-Tass as soon as possible. We have little time - 2020 is not far off. You may not have time. I know you may face difficulties, as all the mountains there are supposed to be sacred… By the way, what is your religion?
ANDREY
Yes I am, rather, an unbeliever. Studying at the Physics Faculty has done its job.
GLOTOV
But what about your statements today about the Annunaks? Because according to the mythology of the ancient Sumerians, are these gods? Or spirits living in the universe?
ANDREY
(slightly lost)
Mmm… you see, Radomir Askoldovich, I didn’t mean it.. What I was talking about is alien mind, not gods…
GLOTOV
Ah, that’s why… A scientific metaphor, so to speak?
ANDREY
(with some relief)
Perhaps yes.
GLOTOV
(with irony)
Oh, sometimes I can’t understand you, scientists...
INT. SCHEFER'S CAR SALON. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
SCHEFER, sitting at the wheel, drives his car around the city. Somewhere in the distance, in the setting sun, the spiers of the Cologne Cathedral are outlined…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
In the kitchen, OLGA brews tea in a large teapot; EVELINA helps her arrange sweets on plates.
EVELINA
Olga, nothing that I and you so immediately switched to "you"?
OLGA
Well, what are you talking about, Evelina… everything is okay. Of course, on "you."
EVELINA
Then just call me Lina, okay?
OLGA
(with a smile)
Good, Lina.
EVELINA
Tell me, Olga, you are so beautiful, smart, and how did you meet Andrey Yurich?
OLGA
We met in Los Angeles, I was still an internship as a neuropsychiatrist in Hollywood, and he came to the conference in his astrophysics… Diaspora introduces everyone to each other sooner or later. So we met at one of my friends' parties, he seemed so lonely, how to say… defenseless… And I went with him back to Ukraine. This is the apartment of my parents, my mother died young, and my father now lives in Bulgaria with his new wife, twenty years younger than him…
EVELINA
Hmm, home, husband, you are happy, Olga… I envy a bit…
OLGA
Don’t envy, it is harmful to health. You are young, beautiful, charming, you will find your happiness. You will definitely find it.
EVELINA
(sorrowfully, annoyed)
Yeah, I’ll find… I have nowhere to go. I am homeless. Seven years ago after I saw an ad, I came to him in the office and said: take me to your work as a secretary. I can do everything, whatever you ask, I’ll do everything. Do you understand?
(a short pause)
… Dear Olya, please, become my friend, otherwise I’m so lonely, nobody around, one servant and his dumb guard. And I'm alone… all alone…
Evelina's eyes are filled with tears.
OLGA
Well, don’t start, Lina, because he might notice and say that it’s because of me you’ve gone all blubbery…
EVELINA
Here you go! This is the thing, that I have to conceal all the time and only smile, teehee-haha… And he's… Oh, I won’t…
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(from the living room, loudly)
Olga Petrovna, Evelina! Well, where are you? We are waiting for you!
OLGA
We’re coming, Radomir Askoldovich!
Olga puts a kettle and sweets on a tray.
OLGA
(whispering)
They are calling us. Pull yourself together, calm down.
EVELINA
(whispering)
Listen, while nobody sees us, let's exchange phone numbers.
Evelina grabs the phone, which is hanging on a strap on her chest. Olga dictates her number quiuckly, Evelina immediately dials it, Olga's phone rings next to the stove, Evelina immediately hangs up.
EVELINA
Well, all right.
Both women go to the living room, carry tea and sweets on a tray, and put everything on the dessert table… Glotov grunts approvingly…
NAT. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
Schefer's car from the street drives into the underground garage of a car company.
INT. GARAGE. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
TWO PEOPLE in plain clothes await him in the garage. SCHEFER gets out of the car, greets them, they drive him to a car at a distance. This is the taxi in which Andrey Evtushenko drove around Cologne this morning. They speak German.
FIRST MAN IN MUFTY
Here, Mr. Schefer, see this?
A shallow dent is visible on the car body from the radiator and right up to the windshield, which from a certain angle looks like the upper part of a person’s body with outstretched arms…
FIRST MAN IN MUFTY
By the force of the blow we can judge that the trace was not from a person, but as if from a medium-sized mascot, well, about fifty-meter high…
SECOND MAN IN MUFTY
We drove him from the hotel to Oberpfaffenhofen, and no collisions with objects, and even more so, with people on the road. We guarantee it…
Schefer is silent. Then he again moves his hand on the car body.
SCHEFER
Don't you want to say anything else?
SECOND MAN IN MUFTY
No, Mr. Schefer.
SCHEFER
What does the driver say?
FIRST MAN IN MUFTY
There were no accidents on the road. Only here, in the garage, he first noticed this dent. And called us.
SCHEFER
And after disembarking the object did he work for a long time?
SECOND MAN IN MUFTY
No, this was the end of his shift, and he drove into the garage. Though he said that he suddenly noticed some strange excitement of his passenger, but he spoke to someone in Russian, he doesn’t know what caused the excitement.
Schefer's hand reaches for the phone, but this time again he changes his mind to call… At that moment, someone calls Schefer himself. Schefer picks up the phone.
NAT. MIDTOWN MANHATTAN. NEW YORK CITY. NOON.
A pretty YOUNG AFRO AMERICAN WOMAN, walking along one of New York Avenue, is talking on phone.
YOUNG AFRO AMERICAN WOMAN
(speaks English)
…I was in Washington, DC, in the office, when we were reported about a hacker attack at the New York stock exchange - by the very end of the auction deposit receipts issued in 1934 with astronomical amounts of hundreds of trillions of dollars were thrown out of nowhere. But this is some kind of nonsense…
SCHEFER
(voice in the receiver, speaks English)
Hi Chloe, at least you could say hello… Where are you now?
A young African American, CHLOE, sits down at the wheel of a car, continuing the conversation. The car starts, rides along one of the avenues.
CHLOE
(talking on phone)
Of course I'm already in NEW YORK CITY. Klaus, it’s time for you to fly here, we need to deal with what is happening together. An obscure hedge fund, which is a Panamanian offshore company, is engaged in stuffing receipts. According to my information, the offshore is privately owned by Glotov. Virtually, I have already taken control of the broker acting on behalf of this Fund … Oh by the way, Klaus, last night something inexplicable happened to me.
SCHEFER
(voice in the receiver)
What happened to you, dear? Are you okay?
CHLOE
I'm fine, but when I went to bed at the hotel last night to get up early today…
FLASHBACK. INT. HOTEL ROOM. NEW YORK CITY. NIGHT.
CHLOE turns off the shower in the bathroom, comes out of the shower cab, puts on a bathrobe, comes out of the bathroom in the room, and then takes off her gown, lies in bed, extinguishes the light, closes her eyes. Suddenly, Chloe hears someone trying to open carefully the front door to her room. Chloe grabs the gun,puts on the gown, goes to the door, listens, then abruptly opens the door, goes out into the hotel corridor and just in time to notice a person moving fast at the back of the hotel corridor, rushing into the elevator of the hotel, in an orange jacket with a shaved skull… Chloe, puts the gun in the pocket of her robe, goes down in the next elevator after him. In the lobby of the hotel, she looks for the man in an orange jacket with her eyes. Not seeing him anywhere, she goes to the reception desk, asks something from a MAN AT THE STAND, then quickly rushes away from the reception desk to the PORTER, asking him, apparently, the same question. From the receptionist she goes to the hotel security room. TWO GUARDS in coveralls are sitting in the room.
CHLOE
Chloe Smith, Interpol. Show me the camera records in the last ten minutes. I am looking for a man in an orange jacket with a shaved head.
Security turn on accelerated viewing. A man with a shaved head in an orange jacket can not be found on surveillance cameras.
CHLOE
Show me the 33rd floor.
On the recordings from the cameras installed in the corridor of the 33rd floor, there is no one at first either, and then Chloe sees herself running in a bathrobe with a gun in her hand from the room, towards the elevators…
CHLOE
Thanks.
Chloe leaves the security room.
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. GARAGE. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
SCHEFER
(speaks on phone in English)
And what do you think it could be?
CHLOE’S VOICE
(in the handset)
I don’t know, Klaus… Probably, a ghost… Hmm, but I wonder which of us will issue Glotov’s arrest warrant first? You, we or the Ukrainians?
INT. GARAGE. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
SCHEFER
(speaks on phone in English)
No one there has direct evidence yet. Let your Bureau track the broker more closely. Obtain as much information as possible about him. I’m going to be in New York one of these days, and we'll see you soon, my dear, but on my way I have to arrive in Kiev for a day or two. It seems that besides Glotov’s evil will, a certain “third force” intervened in the cases about, you know…
INT. CHLOE'S CAR SALON. MANHATTAN. NEW YORK CITY. MORNING.
CHLOE
(smiles languidly)
The Chinese…?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(talking on phone)
No, Chloe, this is a mistical third power.
CHLOE
(smiles languidly)
Klaus, most of all I love you for your humor… And in general I seriously miss you…
Chloe's car is lost in the prospect of a new York Avenue full of cars.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
GLOTOV with a raised glass of black vodka makes a toast.
GLOTOV
(with simulated pathos)
For the triumph of domestic scientific thought! Hooray!
Glotov drinks a glass of black vodka.
GLOTOV
(turns to Evelina)
Well, now, my dear, show what you are so good at, surprise the people.
EVELINA
Îh, Radomir-Askoldich, I’m not in good voice today…
GLOTOV
Evelina, the audience asks and waits!
Olga gives a polite smile, glances at either Evelina or Glotov. Andrey is clearly confused about something.
Evelina clears her throat in a pointed manner, and starts to sing acapella a folk Ukrainian song with suddenly a strong sonorous voice… Having chanted one verse with a chorus, Evelina abruptly interrupts her singing and rolls her eyes with theatrical embarrassment. Expressing surprise mixed with admiration, Olga exchanges glances with Andrey, then with Glotov, claps her hands.
OLGA
Wonderful! Amazing! Thanks! Bravo!
(turning to Andrey)
Why are you so quiet?
Having realized it, Andrey makes several belated claps.
ANDREY
(turning to Evelina)
You are great at singing.
GLOTOV
And finally, before our departure, I want to remember the good old days when ladies invited gentlemen. Olga Petrovna, I’m asking you to make music a little louder… And…
While Olga taking the remote control raises the volume level, Evelina already invites Andrey to the dance. Throwing a pretended guilty glance at Andrey, Olga has to invite Glotov to the dance. Couples slow dance in the candlelight…
EVELINA
(looking into Andrey’s eyes)
Andrey Yurich, you have such an amazing wife, I just fell in love with her. She is perfection itself. After all, am I right?
ANDREY
Thanks, Evelina. Yes, I'm happy with her.
EVELINA
Why don’t you have children? …Oh sorry…
ANDREY
Hmm, it’s just work that absorbs all our time. We can't make up our minds yet. But it's time, after all, we've been together for five years…
EVELINA
Yeah, five years is a long time.
Evelina manages to exchange glances with Olga, dancing with Glotov, who answers her with friendly nods, continuing to listen to Glotov talking to her.
GLOTOV
(in an undertone)
Take care of him, Olga Petrovna. Such people are rare. Your Andrey is a true mover of progress. The flagship of civilization. But you, Olga Petrovna, are a true miracle, a diamond of the purest variety… So, thank you for everything…
Glotov again kisses Olga’s hands.
GLOTOV
It is time. Evelina, get ready, let's go…
INT. KIEV. ACCESS OF RESIDENTIAL HOUSE. EVENING.
Leaving the apartment on the landing, where GLOTOV is waiting for FOUR BODYGUARDS I, before I enter with them and EVELINA into the elevator, Glotov turns to face the accompanying Andrey and Olga.
GLOTOV
(meaningfully)
Everything in the universe strives to become life, but only the most insignificant smallness succeeds. Life hides behind death so that the Universe doesn’t notice it. But can immortality go unnoticed? That is the question.
The elevator doors slam.
OLGA
(somewhat puzzled)
Come on, honey.
At the entrance, you can hear the elevator doors opening somewhere below, and beside the door to the apartment is locked. The phone rings…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
Hearing the calls on his phone, Andrey rushes around the rooms.
ANDREY
Olga, do you know where my phone is? Someone is calling me!
Olga hears Andrey's cries, and at that time she puts out the candles and removes the dishes and the bottle of unfinished black vodka from the dessert table.
OLGA
I don’t know, find it yourself… Who is calling you at such a time? Must be your oligarch has decided to tell more about the Universe…
Andrey, feverishly rummaging in the pockets of the outer clothing hanging in the wardrobe, Andrey, finds a telephone that has kept ringing all this time…
ANDREY
Hello Hello…
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone, speaks English)
Hello, Mr. Evtushenko. Sorry to bother you at such a time, but the curiosity of the publicist doesn’t allow me to do otherwise. This is your morning companion from Germany, Klaus Schefer. How do you feel?
ANDREY
(speaks English)
Thank you, I’m much better, Mr. Oppod Schefer.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
You can just call me Klaus. Let's simplify our communication, Andrey.
ANDREY
Good, Klaus.
Andrey goes to the bedroom balcony. He clearly lacks air. At that moment, Olga pours the remains of black vodka into the sink in the kitchen…
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
I’ve just watched a video of your today performance in Oberpfaffenhofen. You will excuse me, of course, but let me ask one ridiculous question.
Andrey’s gaze wanders over the rooftops of the night city.
ANDREY
Ask, Klaus.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
At the end of the report, you suddenly stopped, began to look at the middle of the hall, and then abruptly leaned over the edge of the pulpit and looked at your feet… What was that?
Andrey’s loss has no limit. First, he wants to return to the room, then he starts nervously pacing along the balcony.
ANDREY
What's so special about that?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
No, nothing special. But still, it’s somehow unusual for the speaker, please excuse me.
ANDREY
It’s hard for me to discuss such moments now, it’s already night in Kiev…
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Andrey, tell me directly, did you see something?
ANDREY
Klaus, or whatever you are, leave me alone!
Andrey turns off the phone, grabs the balcony railing, looks down and up… Olga appears on the balcony.
OLGA
Andrey, what are you worrying about?
ANDREY
Olga, there’s something very serious. It was not just an obsession. This is someone’s conspiracy… I am hypnotized… The international mafia… I got a call from Klaus, I don’t remember his sirname, he accosted me at the airport in Cologne, and began to get to know me insistently, and now he called and asked what I saw in the hall when I leaned over the pulpits. You understand, he realized that I saw something… Or it’s his own doing. You're right, they poured something to me in the hotel bar, probably they really did it …
FLASHBACK. INT. BAR AT THE HOTEL. COLOGNE. EVENING.
BARMEN, a young brunette of non-traditional orientation, pours 40 grams of whiskey into a glass; in the actions of the bartender it is difficult to discern anything suspicious…
END OF FLASHBACK.
OLGA
If he had arranged it, then why would he call and ask if you saw anything? He would have already understood everything after your tricks at the chair… To make you even more nervous? What is the reason? You made a theoretical report, you are a theorist in astrophysics. What kind of mafia might be interested in astrophysics? They have earthlier tasks… And how did he introduce himself to you?
ANDREY
He introduced himself as a writer and publicist who is interested in various scientific topics that have commercial success with readers. Problem 2020 and more…
OLGA
Then it’s clear that he felt itchingly curious about what caused your strange behavior. The Germans - people without unnecessary ceremonies, can ask any question directly in the face, if necessary, they will be interested to know how was your bowel movement in the morning… Here, drink this.
Olga hands to Andrey a glass of liquid.
OLGA
It is a sedative, strong sedative. Tomorrow I’ll take you to the airport. Take the morning flight, otherwise I’ll be late for work.
Andrey drinks the contents of the glass.
NAT. KIEV. NIGHT.
Multi-storey Kiev house. On one of the upper floors, the lights go out in the windows.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. NIGHT.
ANDREY
(mutters, falling asleep on Olga’s shoulder)
…And he said that he was going to come to
Ukraine…
OLGA lies with her eyes open in the dark, looking at one point. She hardly responds to Andrey’s words, although something makes her think…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAWN.
OLGA opens the curtains; the first rays of the sun penetrate the room. Olga looks at ANDREY, which is fast sleep.
OLGA
Hey buddy, get up, time to wake up…
Andrey doesn’t respond. Then Olga bows to him and with sharp movements of her palm strokes his forehead. Andrey opens his eyes…
OLGA
It's time to get up. Rise! You can sleep on the plane.
Andrey doesn’t really understand what is happening.
OLGA
Now I’ll bring you strong coffee, then you will take a contrast shower, get dressed, and we will go to the airport. Do you understand?
Andrey, squinting his eyes, grumbles in response something slurred…
NAT. KIEV. DAY.
The car is driving on the freeway. Olga is driving. Andrey is sitting next to her and nodding off…
OLGA
(with a gentle smile)
Well, still sleepy? Sorry, baby, I gave you a fair dose of sleeping pills and woke you up so early… Mean of me… But no problem, you will sleep on plane and come to your mother as fresh as a cucumber. At the weekend your little bird will fly to you… Will you miss me till the end of the week?
ANDREY
(hardly moving his tongue)
Yeah, I’ll…
INT. Ticket Office KIEV SKY AIRPORT. MORNING.
Olga leads her husband by the arm as if half-drunk. Andrey drags a suitcase on wheels with him, searching where to sit down. Spouses find a free table with soft chairs in the corner of the cafe. Sitting down, Andrey immediately falls asleep. WAITRESS COMES UP.
OLGA
Two coffees, please. One is ordinary, the second is big double.
Olga, nods toward Andrey. The waitress with a smile takes the order. Despite the early time, the departure hall is full of people. Among hundreds of people you can see Evelina walking fast along the hall. She is obviously looking for Andrey and Olga… Sitting in the cafe with his eyes half closed, Andrey drinks his big double coffee. Olga looks at her husband with affection. At the same time, a flight to Almaty is announced.
OLGA
Well, my friend, let's go to the check-in.
ANDREY
(mutters)
Let's go…
Andrey and Olga get up and slowly move in the airport hall to the check-in desks. Evelina emerges from the crowd in front of them.
EVELINA
Olga, Andrey Yurich, hello! It was so hard to find you… I brought a letter from Radomir - Askoldich, to this… well, how is it… well, to the chiefs of Almaty…
OLGA
(smiles)
Hello, Lina.
Evelina notices Andrey’s strange state.
OLGA
(explains)
Andrey Yurievich haven’t slept all night.
Catching a subtle hint, Evelina smiles, bashfully covering her mouth with her hand.
EVELINA
(chantingly stretches words)
Oh, Olgaaa… Well, you are a sketch… all night till morning?
OLGA
M-yes!
EVELINA
Olga, and you look ok…
OLGA
(in a whisper)
All the load fell on him.
Evelina’s response gesture expresses delight, surprise, envy, embarrassment at the same time… Taking the envelope with a letter from Evelina, Olga tries to hand it to her husband, but Andrey looks at the envelope with a completely absent look.
OLGA
Andryusha, this letter is from Radomir Askoldovich to Maskhilat of Almaty. Hide it deeper in your suitcase…
Andrey's slowed down reaction doesn’t arouse confidence in Olga, so she carefully puts the envelope into the pocket of his suitcase.
OLGA
(winking to Evelina)
When Andrey reaches Almaty, he will be in perfect order, guaranteed. I’ll remind him about the envelope in my message. Lina, don’t worry, the letter will be delivered as directed.
EVELINA
Oh, Olyunya, thank you very much… Ol, can you take me back to the city from here? I’ll get off at the nearest metro. And today Radomir Askoldich didn’t give me a car, so I hitched a ride here, you know, with some kind of freak…
OLGA
Of course, Lina, I’ll bring you to the city, I’ll only send my miracle to his mother, and we will go. Will you wait?
EVELINA
(claps her hands silently)
Oh, of course! Hurrah…
ANDREY
Evelina, good afternoon.
Olga and Evelina barely restrained themselves not to burst out laughing. Having passed passport control, Andrey goes to the boarding gate, dragging a suitcase on wheels with him. Finally, he doesn’t forget to turn around and wave to Olga and Evelina.
INT. SALON OF THE CAR OLGA. KIEV. MORNING.
Olga is driving from the airport to the city, Evelina is sitting next to her.
EVELINA
Ol, you are so cool at driving a car…
OLGA
C'mon, I drive like everyone else. Usually.
EVELINA
Oh, how I want to become like you: to know everything, to be able to do everything…
OLGA
Don’t make me laugh. Why did you decide that I know everything, I can do everything?
EVELINA
Oh, I think so…
OLGA
This is a misleading impression. I am as weak and defenseless as all women.
EVELINA
How so? and what about Andrey, can’t he protect you?
OLGA
Of course, maybe… But anyway, we women are weak and defenseless…
EVELINA
No, you're not like that. You're kind of special, strong, super-super…
Olga looks at Evelina with a smile in which it is difficult to guess what is more in this smile, distrust or condescension. In response, Evelina sisterly puts her hand on Olga's knee…
EVELINA
Olya, Olyun, what are you doing tonight?
EVELINA
Olya, Olyun, do you want me to sing something for you?
OLGA
(looking back at Evelina with an imprish smile)
Sing, of course.
EVELINA
Well, let's try this…
Evelina sings a country song in English.
NAT. HIGHWAY LEADING TO KIEV. DAY.
Olga’s car, singing Evelina, rushes along the highway towards the city.
SECOND EPISODÅ
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. MORNING.
Glotov sits with his laptop in his country villa, watching Andrey Evtushenko’s performance in Oberpfaffenhofen. He sips his favorite black drink, twirling the netsuke depicting a shaman with his fingers. Again and again he listens to Andrey's speech about the planet Nibiru.
GLOTOV
(enthusiastically)
Oh you, smarty boy!
Glotov, smiling slyly at something, throws netsuke into a glass with a black drink, shakes the contents with the figurine, then carefully removes netsuke from the glass and takes a long sip…
GLOTOV
(looking at the figurine)
Amahuaco honor their white and black birds.
INT. COLOGNE CATHEDRAL. COLOGNE. MORNING.
There are many tourists in the cathedral. An organ sounds, the chapel sings mass. SHAFFER listens to Mass sitting on a bench.
NAT. FLYING AT AN ALTITUDE OF 10,000 M. DAY.
An airliner flies towards the sun.
INT. SALON OF AIRLINE. DAY.
In a flying airplane, most PASSENGERS are napping. ANDREY is sleeping.
NAT. KIEV. NOON.
After driving up to the building of clinics and post-shock rehabilitation, before getting out of the car, OLGA write a message on phone which reads: "Don’t forget to deliver Glotov’s letter to Maskhilat Almaty. The LETTER is IN YOUR SUITCASE. KISS YOU, MISS YOU, LOVE." Olga sends a message, gets out of the car and goes to the entrance to the clinic.
INT. SALON OF AIRLINE. DAY.
An elderly Buddhist lama with glasses sits next to sleeping Andrey, in an armchair by the porthole. The Lama is dressed in characteristic maroon-orange clothing. He silently reads a prayer. In the neighborhood among the seated passengers you can see several more lamas. A tall slender STEWARDESS with beautiful oriental features is walking along the aisle between the rows of chairs. She looks around the passengers, turns to someone, kindly smiling, answers questions. But then suddenly the noise of the engines of the aircraft becomes somehow strained, the plane begins to shake… Most dozing passengers wake up, people anxiously look around, stare at windows with frightened eyes: over sparkling clouds in the rays of the sun aircraft wings are thrown from side to side, they roll to the right and left…
STEWARDESS
Dear passengers, don’t worry. We are in a zone of increased turbulence…
The stewardess rushes into the cockpit. Andrey also wakes up, and doesn’t immediately understand what is going on, apparently, sleeping pills that were drunk the day before still continued their effect. Andrey sees one of the passengers get out of his seat to pick up a bag that has fallen from the luggage compartment, then Andrey looks at an elderly Lama sitting next to him, who, like the rest of the Lamas, peacefully reads his endless prayer… After a short time, the female voice announces in speakers: "WE ASK ALL TO KEEP CALM, PUT SEATBELTS AND REMAIN IN YOUR PLACE”. The same tall stewardess with a beautiful face, stepping out of the cockpit, moves along the aisle between the seats, holding on to the back of the seat. The SECOND STEWARDS follows her. Now, some low vibrating sounds, reminding male throat singing, are mixed with the hysterical sound of engines… Trying to look calm, the tall stewardess checks whether all passengers have fastened their seat belts. When she approaches the row in which Andrey is sitting, the luggage compartment door opens above the seats from the next strong push, and a round object in a plastic case flies on the tall stewardess from above. Having hardly managed to dodge her face from the blow of a round object, the stewardess catches it with her hands, but suddenly Andrey sees the well- known shamanic tambourine in stewardess’s hands! Covering her face with the tambourine, the stewardess leans towards Andrey, and then with a sharp movement throws the tambourine behind her back, and now instead of the stewardess’s young face, Andrey sees… the face of the old shaman called Tatma with thousands of wrinkles!
STEWARDESS-TATMA
(in a gentle young voice)
You are not fastened, young man.
The shaman, having straightened a slender figure, goes further down the aisle. The stewardess following him picks up a round object in a plastic case and puts it back in the luggage compartment above the seats. Andrey gives the shaman stewardess an insane look, and she, turning her young face to him looking around, only smiles mysteriously…
INT. CABIN. DAY.
Andrey is trying to read “LORD JESUS, SON OF GOD, MERCY ME, SINFUL…”, but composure fails him, and he casts an involuntary glance at his neighbor, the praying lama. The plane again is thrown sharply to the side, but the lama doesn’t lose equanimity for an instant, and just as quietly keeps whispering a prayer…
ANDREY
(in a choked voice turning to the lama)
This is the end?
Lama interrupts the prayer.
LAMA
(in a low voice)
There is no end; there is only a cycle of suffering and a way out of it.
ANDREY
But if we crash?
LAMA
We will not crash.
ANDREY
How do you know?
NAT. ALMATY. AIRPORT FIELD. DAY.
Plane lands the airport of Alma-Ata… When the airliner slows down on the tarmac by turning on the reverses, passengers applaud the crew, and ANDREY, still pale from fear, casts glances at his neighbor ELDERLY Lama, who remains as calm as while shaking in the air. In response, the elderly lama looks through his glasses directly into Andrey’s eyes, and understanding and friendly sympathy shines in the clergyman’s gaze.
ANDREY
Tell me, how did you manage to maintain composure when we were on the verge of death?
LAMA
We were not on the verge of death.
ANDREY
But we were about to crash, so…
LAMA
This doesn’t mean that we were on the verge of death.
Short pause.
ANDREY
I have to tell you one thing…
LAMA
I listen carefully.
ANDREY
When I started to shake terribly, I again had a hallucination.
LAMA
Which one?
ANDREY
Grandmother, my grandmother, the shaman Tatma, appeared to me again in the salon in the guise of a stewardess…
LAMA
Again?
ANDREY
Yes. Something similar was already with me a day ago. I have hallucinations…
LAMA
No, these are not hallucinations. She needs to tell you something important.
ANDREY
You think?
LAMA
I'm sure.
ANDREY
And how is this related to an emergency in the air? Is that also her?
LAMA
Maybe. Probably…
ANDREY
And how do you know?
LAMA
What is your name?
ANDREY
Andrey.
LAMA
What is your profession?
ANDREY
I am an astrophysicist.
LAMA
And my name is Bolot Lama. The fact that you are a scientist, also an astrophysicist, makes my answer easier. So, the fact is that all living matter, all without a remainder, unconsciously for individual beings communicates within itself. Otherwise, it would not risk dividing into innumerable quadrillion living individuals, large and small, so that it is through this endless division to survive in the ocean of inanimate matter. The total internal communication of living matter is what is understood in Buddhism as Dharma, in Taoism as Tao, in Hinduism as Atman, in Christianity as the Holy Spirit. Then, with Carl Jung, it became known as the collective unconscious, Vernadsky called it noosphere, and Castaneda - the nagual. Human has always guessed his connection with the general. And prayer is the ability to ask the general a question and to hear the answer.
Andrey looks with surprise at the clergyman, who suddenly spoke in almost scientific language. At this time, the plane stops its movement along the airfield, and a woman's voice sounds through the loudspeakers in the cabin: “DEAR PASSENGERS, WE APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE CAUSED".
LAMA
Andrey, my brothers and I flew to Almaty to get to Tamgaly-Tas. Worship the holy place. Rites to perform.
ANDREY
…A…?
LAMA
(carefully looking at Andrey from under the glasses)
Did something bother you? Have you been there?
ANDREY
(almost stuttering)
Yes, of course… for work…
LAMA
You say, at work… So, my advice to you: read the prayer of Avalokiteshvara "Om mani padme hum." Can you repeat it
ANDREY
(uncertainly)
Om ma- ni pad-me hum…
LAMA
Read it constantly, even in your dream read, can you hear?
FLASHBACK. INT. CHURCH. KIEV. DAY.
FATHER EVMENY
… When something like this again appears, immediately read the Jesus prayer as much as you can, and repeat to yourself as much. And it’s better to read it all the time, even in a dream, you know, as the saints did…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. AN AIRPORT. THE SECTION OF THE BAGGAGE CLAIM. ALMATY. DAY.
The typical sound of the phone notifies ANDREY of the received message. He reads a message from Olga. He takes his suitcase from the moving belt, he finds an envelope with the letter m in the pocket of his suitcase. Andrey immediately dials someone's number.
ANDREY
Good morning, Pavel Maksimovich.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Good morning. Who is it?
ANDREY
Andrey Evtushenko.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Oh, it can’t be. Call from Kiev?
ANDREY
Guess what… From Almaty. Just landed. I'm going to my mother in Kapshaghay. On the way I have to call on you. I have a letter addressed to you from Mr. Glotov.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Well, what a surprise, what an honor, from Glotov himself. I see, you don’t give yourself a rest…
ANDREY
I’ll be in an hour, can I?
MALE VOICE
Drive up. I work late.
NAT. AIRPORT. ALMATY. DAY.
ANDREY, dragging a suitcase on wheels behind him, leaves the airport building, looks around for a taxi. Not far from him, he sees a white minivan, which Lamas in their orange and brown clothing are getting into. The ELDERLY LAMA notices Andrey, waves his hand in a friendly manner, and then mysteriously brings the tips of two raised index fingers over his head, nodding in the affirmative, and as if speaking with his gesture that something sublimely will connect them with Andrey again. And Andrey smiles slightly embarrassed in response. White minivan with lamas leaves. Andrey thoughtfully looks after the departing minivan, and somehow unconsciously chants a prayer to himself.
ANDREY’S VOICE
Om mani padme hum, om mani padme hum…
A young DRIVER of a taxi that drove up Andrey brings him back to life.
DRIVER
Man, where are you going?
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT. NEW YORK CITY. MORNING.
In the room where there are a number of policemen sitting at computers, Interopol’s officer Chloe, is sitting at the monitor, watching over the required man through surveillance cameras, installed in the Hall of New York stock exchange, then on phone.
CHLOE
(talking on phone)
Klaus, I think I see him. It's him.
INT. SCHEFER'S CAR SALON. COLOGNE. DAY.
Schefer, driving his car, rides around town and talks on phone with Chloe.
SCHEFER
Do you already know who this is?
CHLOE’S VOICE
(in the handset)
Now I’ll be on Wall Street and try to track his movements.
SCHEFER
As you find out the name, let me know.
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT. NEW YORK CITY. MORNING.
CHLOE
I’m going.
Chloe jumps up from her seat and rushes to the exit of the premises.
NAT. KIEV. VERANDA SUMMER CAFE. EARLY EVENING.
OLGA and EVELINA are at the open veranda of the cafe,sipping white wine…
OLGA
Lina, this is hard to tell, but science is everything to him. And for me, my work means a lot. So we live half in work, half in the family.
EVELINA
I understand and don’t understand, because I don’t have such a person as your Andrey, just don’t. I don’t like Glotov. I hate Glotov. He is old. And you love your Andrey. How good you are, Olyunya…
OLGA
I don’t want to tell you anything, but I see that, with all this, you are deeply attached to Radomir Askoldovich, otherwise you would not have stayed with him for five whole years.
Evelina looks at Olga with a weeping pleading gaze, and then begins to grimace in a silent hysteria. Streams of tears flow from her eyes.
EVELINA
I am afraid of him, I hate him, I don’t know where to run from him… He is a monster…
OLGA
Don’t exaggerate. Radomir Askoldovich is a charming, friendly person. Sure, he is a very wealthy man, and therefore extremely imperious. They are all like that. With some kind of mess, you would feel extremely uncomfortable. You are already accustomed to life with this type of men.
EVELINA
Olga, are you protecting him?
OLGA
Not at all…
EVELINA
Glotov is a scum. Olga, you know, he wants to turn your husband into his slave… He is terrible… Ahhh… I understand everything… You yourself want to sleep with him, you want to take him from me…
(screeches)
Olga, you bitch, here you are!
Evelina throws dishes off the table, falling into outright hysteria. TWO GUARDS and a WOMAN ADMINISTRATOR are trying to calm Evelina down, who huddled together in a bundle from hysterical spasms choking her.
WOMAN ADMINISTRATOR
(turning to Olga)
Two glasses, four plates, one candlestick, a total of one thousand hryvnias.
Olga gives the administrator money in cash.
OLGA
I'm sorry.
WOMAN ADMINISTRATOR
It happens…
NAT. CENTER OF ALMATY. EARLY EVENING.
A taxi stops near the building îf Almaty Maskhilat. ANDREY gets out of the car. At the wheel of a car sits a young guy in a baseball cap.
ANDREY
(to the driver)
Wait for me here. I'm for half an hour, and then go straight to Kapshaghay. What is your name?
DRIVER
Kairat.
ANDREY
And me, Andrey. Okay, wait for me, Kairat, I’ll be soon…
INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING. ALMATY. EARLY EVENING.
ANDREY comes into reception of the chairman of the Maskhilat Almaty commission. The door plate says “Ryazantsev Pavel Maksimovich”. The secretary of the chairman recognizes Andrey and informs about him by internal telephone.
SECRETARY
Pavel Maksimovich, Evtushenko to you.
(to Andrey)
Come in, Andrey Yuryevich.
INT. OFFICE OF THE CHAIRMAN OF THE COMMISSION OF ALMATY MASKHILAT. ALMA ATA. EARLY EVENING.
Andrey enters the office. The chairman of commission RYAZANTSEV rises to meet him from his chair.
RYAZANTZEV
Glad to see you in the native land!
Ryazantsev, shakes his hand and amiably claps Andrey on the shoulder.
RYAZANTZEV
You are an infrequent guest.
ANDREY
Hello, Pavel Maksimovich!
RYAZANTZEV
Well, tell me, great scientist, what happened to you… What kind of letters have you brought to us from the great Glotov himself?
Andrey gives Ryazantsev an envelope with a letter. Ryazantsev prints an envelope. Then he reads it.
RYAZANTZEV
(reading)
For years Glotov didn’t get out of London, didn’t want to look in our direction, and now he is writing letters. You see, he will come up soon.
Ryazantsev frowns slightly. Then he looks at Andrey.
RYAZANTZEV
Are you serious?
ANDREY
Well, yes…
RYAZANTZEV
This means that Mr. Glotov is ready to allocate such a huge sum to our region for the development and support of the reserve, for the development of tourism, in order to build this radio telescope of yours in Tamgaly-TAS instead? With you everything is clear - you're a scientist, but why does he need this? Is he planning to earn a lot on the telescope?
ANDREY
Glotov believes that this is a very promising project. A radio telescope not only can monitor space, but also provide satellite communications in the region, solve the problem of digital inequality through high-speed broadband Internet, and much more…
RYAZANTZEV
You set out beautifully, scientist… But you puzzled me… And what will the pilgrims say? There are sacred mountains, a thousand ancient petroglyphs, and are we building a telescope from above…? I have to raise a question at the commission’s meeting and ask my colleagues to listen to you… How long are you going to stay here?
ANDREY
I think two weeks, maybe three. I want to relax, gather my thoughts. And also, my wife promised to come, I want to show her our land…
RYAZANTZEV
Okay, call you in a week.
ANDREY
Well then I'll go…
RYAZANTZEV
(in half voice)
Yeah…
Ryazantsev gets up to escort Andrey to the door. Andrey is already heading for the door, but then Ryazantsev, sitting on the edge of the table, calls Andrey to himself with a finger.
RYAZANTZEV
(in a conspiratorial half-whisper)
You see, sometimes, during the rites, the shaman begins a preliminary session to determine whether the patient's soul has lost its way, or whether it has been kidnapped and is being held in Erlik's prison. The shaman begins to search for the soul, and if he finds it within the village, it is not difficult to return it to the body.
FLASHBACK WITH APPLICATION OF PAINT ANIMATION.
Vague fragments of what RIAZANTSEV is telling us; GLOTOV's features are barely discernible in the image of the patient.
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. ALMATY. OFFICE OF THE CHAIRMAN OF THE COMMISSION OF ALMATY MASKHILAT. EARLY EVENING.
RYAZANTZEV
Otherwise, he is looking for soul in the forests, in the steppes and even in the deep sea. If he doesn’t succeed, it means that Erlik captivated the soul, and what’s remained to the shaman is to resort to great sacrifices. Erlik sometimes requires a different soul instead of a captivated one, and then you need to find a soul to replace. With the consent of the patient, the shaman decides what the victim will be.
FLASHBACK WITH APPLICATION OF PAINT ANIMATION.
In the image of the victim, Andrey's facial features can be recognized.
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. OFFICE OF THE CHAIRMAN OF THE COMMISSION OF ALMATY MASKHILAT. EARLY EVENING.
RYAZANTZEV
When the victim sleeps, the shaman approaches, turning into an eagle, and tears out his soul; then he descends with it to the Kingdom of the Dead and introduces the soul to Erlik, who allows him to take the soul of the patient. Soon after, the victim dies, and the patient recovers. It is, however, only a postponement, because the patient will also die - in three, seven or nine years… These are the things, man…
Andrey is much surprised by this revelation of a city official.
ANDREY
What are you talking about, Pavel Maksimovich?
RYAZANTZEV
(mutters)
Just chatting.
Ryazantsev goes around the table and sits back in his work chair.
RYAZANTZEV
(gloomy and stiffly)
You can go,I’ll call you.
ANDREY
(thoughtfully)
Goodbye, Pavel Maksimovich.
Andrey leaves the office. Left alone, Ryazantsev, clasps his interlaced fingers over Glotov's letter lying on the table and seems to be addressing some invisible interlocutor.
RYAZANTZEV
Well, here it is your time to come to compete with us. No wonder they say: the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime, his or his ancestor, but what's the difference?
NAT. DOWNTOWN MANHATTAN. NEW YORK CITY. MORNING.
CHLOE, sitting at the wheel of a car parked in the Wall Street area, takes photos of a man with brown hair coming out of the New York Stock Exchange, presumably BROKER, from a distance. The broker is dressed very extravagantly - in an orange jacket and dark green trousers. Chloe manages to take pictures of the broker even before the moment when he puts on dark glasses, and then she sends the photos to the Interpol database; after a few seconds, the data about brokker’s identity are displayed on the screen of her tablet: this is a Swiss citizen Patrick Englat. Chloe phones somebody.
CHLOE
(speaks English)
Hello, can you hear, this is Patrick Englat, went missing during an avalanche in the Swiss Alps in 2013. Prior to that, he worked as an ordinary clerk in a cantonal bank. Is he that?
INT. SCHEFER'S CAR SALON. COLOGNE. DAY.
Listening to Chloe on phone, SCHEFER is driving a car on the autobahn at suburb of Cologne.
SCHEFER
(speaks English)
Missing, you say… Hmmm, it looks like Glotov…
INT. CHLOE'S CAR SALON. MANHATTAN. NEW YORK CITY. MORNING.
CHLOE
It's unbelievable, Klaus, but it seems that he is wearing the exact same orange jacket as the ghost with his shaved skull that climbed into my room. Only this one has puffy hair… Now I’ll examine him in social networks…
CHLOE finds a profile of Patrick Englat in Facebook: latest publication was made by him in his timeline just four years ago - a few photographs of him in a ski suit at the background of snow-capped mountains, then follows the sad epitaph from his friends and loved ones, grieving about his disappearance.
CHLOE
Klaus, he reminds me of you… Looks like Glotov again, doesn’t it?
INT. SCHEFER'S CAR SALON. COLOGNE. DAY.
The car rushes along the autobahn, in the distance you can see the building of the Cologne-Bonn airport.
SCHEFER
(smiling)
Maybe all men remind you of me?
NAT. COLOGNE. DAY.
Schefer's car drives up to the Cologne-Bonn Airport building.
NAT. CENTER OF ALMATY. DAY.
ANDREY leaves the building of Almaty Maskhilat and heads for a taxi waiting for him. Andrey sits in the front seat next to the driver and, unexpectedly for himself, notices that the Kairat driver is sleeping deeply, even snoring slightly.
ANDREY
Hey Kairat, wake up, let's go…
Having woken up, Kairat hardly realizes what is happening and with half-closed eyes he turns on the ignition.
ANDREY
Kairat, wait… Why are you so sleepy?
KAIRAT
My friend, I’ve been transporting goods all night to Kargaly, then back…
ANDREY
Listen, Kairat, then get enough sleep, and I'll drive your car. Don’t be afraid, I won’t break it, I’m a cool driver. So, do you agree?
KAIRAT
Are you serious?
ANDREY
Yes. And I’ll pay you the money, as agreed…
KAIRAT
Really?
ANDREY
Oh, Kairat, I haven’t traveled to my native places for a long time, you know. Come on, take a seat…
NAT. HIGHWAY FROM ALMATY TO KAPCHAGAY. DUSK.
ANDREY
(barely pronounces)
You, grandmother Tatma, you?
The old woman moves her lips as if she is saying something, but Andrey doesn’t hear the words. Suddenly, either grunting, or making a click, the old woman abruptly covers her face with a huge shamanic tambourine, Andrey involuntarily turns around, but doesn’t see anyone behind him… Sneakily, he looks at Kairat. Kairat continues to sleep. Andrey gets out of the car onto the road and looks at a black kite lying in the middle of the highway. Andrey grabs a kite by its wing and drags it along the asphalt to the side of the road… At that moment he hears a clatter of hooves: a long-haired HORSEMAN in the clothes of an ancient Kypchak warrior gallops towards him with a hoot from the depths of the steppe. Before crossing the asphalt road, the shouting rider throws at Andrey’s feet a mallet with a horse's head… Andrey mechanically bends down to pick up the faleen object. At that moment, the dead kite suddenly flapping its wings, soars high into the sky… The horseman who rode past is already far in the steppe… Andrey puts the beater into the inside pocket of his jacket and looks after the rider. With his eyes he searches for a kite in the sky… Then Andrey takes a phone out of his pocket and presses it to call. In response, he hears Olga’s voice recorded on the answering machine: “I CAN'T ANSWER YOU NOW. LEAVE YOUR INFORMATION ON THE AUTOMATIC RESPONSE. THANKS".
ANDREY
Olga, call back when you can.
Andrey goes to the car, gets behind the wheel, looks at the sleeping Kairat, thinks about something for some time, then turns on the ignition and goes farther. The local radio continues to work in the car.
NAT. MANHATTAN. NEW YORK CITY. NOON.
CHLOE, sitting behind the wheel of his car, spies on the BROKER: a brown-haired bman of medium height, still dressed very extravagantly - in an orange jacket and dark green trousers. The broker moves around the city, then on foot, then by taxi, visiting various drinking establishments. In one of the bars, he orders a glass of black vodka. After drinking, he leaves the bar and heads in a taxi to Chinatown. A young, slim BLONDE of European appearance runs out to him from an establishment with an eloquent sign depicting a girl in a bikini, gets in the taxi, and the car with the broker and the girl goes on. Chloe follows them…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. EARLY EVENING.
The hungover EVELINA sprawled out in bed. GLOTOV walks around the room.
GLOTOV
Fool! hysterical! idiot! She got drunk with her best friend! Is this what I asked you to do?!
Glotov nervously rotates his netsuke with fingers.
EVELINA
(sharply)
Don’t shout at me, Askoldich! This slut will now believe in everything. Have you completely lost your scent?
Evelina laughs factitiously and madly, which Glotov looks at with emphasized indifference. Then Evelina dials a phone number.
EVELINA
Olyunya, it's me, Lina… Forgive me for yesterday. Nerves were shot to bits. For God's sake, okay…?
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Lina, everything is fine. I watch even worse things. You just shouldn’t take alcohol in large quantities.
EVELINA
In large quantities…? Well, yes, you're right, I shouldn’t take much… But I really wanted to hang out, forget about everything. You are now my best friend, and so I want so much to hang out with you…
Glotov watches Evelina talk with Olga with a half-mocking grin, turning netsuke at a slower pace.
EVELINA
I didn’t say anything to Glotov, otherwise he would have killed me. But you don’t betray me, okay?
Evelina winks at Glotov.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone, in a dry tone)
I won’t tell anyone.
EVELINA
And don’t tell Andrey Yurich, okay… Oh, I'm so ashamed… How much do I owe you for broken dishes?
OLGA
Leave it. You don’t have to.
EVELINA
Well, how so…? I broke the dishes.
OLGA
Forget it.
EVELINA
Oh, Olyunya, I have an idea: I invite you to a spa salon. In the very center of Kiev. It is so cool there: sauna, pool, procedures. Will you come with me?
OLGA
Let's see if there is time… I have loads of scientific work to do. I’m writing a dissertation.
EVELINA
When you get tired of writing, let's go right away.
OLGA
Okay, let's see.
EVELINA
Ol, I'll call you.
OLGA
Good.
EVELINA
Bye.
OLGA
Bye.
Evelina turns off the phone and looks at Glotov.
EVELINA
(victorious)
Learn, Radomir Askoldich! …And what do you think about it?
GLOTOV
(stretches words lazily)
About what…?
EVELINA
About the planet Bibiru… or, how is it, Nibiru? What about these “anughaks”? What if it still happens, and your fuckin “aghunaki" shoot us with their spermor, or worse, will land on Earth?
Glotov withstands a significant pause, gazing somewhere into space.
GLOTOV
(in a low voice)
And then only I, yes, I alone will meet them as the true Master of the Earth, as only I’ll control the information field of the planet. “I am!” I’ll tell them. And then I’ll receive from them a great rod - the Caduceus of Trismegistus - and I’ll rule forever.
Evelina looks at Glotov, hiding her confusion in a wry smile, as she doesn’t understand whether Glotov is joking or speaking seriously.
NAT. COLOGNE. AN AIRPORT. DAY.
SHEFER is already at the airport when Chloe once again gets in touch with him.
CHLOE’S VOICE
(on phone, speaks English)
I’m watching the broker through a motel room window. He came here with a blonde from a strip club. It is hard to see what they are doing…
SCHEFER
(with a grin, speaks English)
Hmm, usually in the motel room, stock brokers with blondes from the strip club play gho.
INT. CHLOE'S CAR SALON. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
Chloe, sitting at the wheel of a car parked in a parking lot and using a special optical device, watches the motel’s window and simultaneously talks on phone with Shefer.
CHLOE
(smiling)
It looks like it’s quite crowded there, where are you now?
INT. AIRPORT. COLOGNE. EARLY EVENING.
SCHEFER
At the airport. I’m flying to Kiev.
INT. CHLOE'S CAR SALON. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
CHLOE
Have a good flight, and don’t forget that you’ll immediately fly from Kiev to NEW YORK CITY.
Chloe turns off the phone and focuses again on watching the motel's window.
INT. SALON TAXI. KAZAKHSTAN. ALMA-ATIN REGION. DUSK.
ANDREY is driving along the highway leading from Almaty to Kapshaghay. Nearby, Kairat is sleeping hanging his head on one side. The music continues to sound on the radio. Suddenly the music is interrupted. The voice of the girl, the radio announcer, says: “EMERGENCY NEWS. ONE HOUR BACK IN KYIV, THE METRO EXPLOSION HAPPENED. THERE ARE DEAD AND WOUNDED. SPECIAL SERVICES AND EMERGENCY RESCUERS WORK AT THE PLACE. FIRST AID MEASURES ARE PROVIDED TO THE VICTIM. METRO TRAINS TEMPORARILY STOPPED…"
ANDREY
(exclaims)
Damned!
Andrey looks at sleeping Kairat. At the same moment, Andrey's phone rings.
ANDREY
Hello…
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Andryusha, have you heard?
ANDREY
Yes, a minute ago on the radio.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
I’m at the scene… Andryusha, it seems I won’t be able to come to you by the end of the week. They will not let me go from work now.
ANDREY
Oh my God…
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
You flew normally?
ANDREY
I slept almost all the time.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Are you already with mom?
ANDREY
No, still on the road…
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Andrey, say… and…?
ANDREY
You wanted to ask if I had new visions?
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Yes.
ANDREY
Twice. But those weren’t visions. Those were meetings.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
I'm sorry, what? You again… You saw again TATMA have?
ANDREY
Yes. First in the airplane. Then in the car. She was at the back seat.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Andrey…
ANDREY
Olga, I don’t understand anything myself yet. But that isn’t what you think. These are not hallucinations.
NAT. KIEV. AREA BEFORE THE METRO STATION. EARLY EVENING.
There are a lot of people, police, employees of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, many ambulances around.
OLGA
Andrey, listen, Andrey… Buy in the pharmacy… Oh, I'm sorry, I’m being called, a new victim has arrived… I'll call you later…
Olga hangs up the phone and takes a quick step towards the ambulance. In the car, DOCTORS assist a blond girl of about six. The girl has a scratched forehead, there are abrasions on her hands and knees. Her clear blue eyes are fixed at one point.
OLGA
(addresses to the girl)
What is your name?
The girl is silent and continues to look at one point.
MAN, EMERGENCY DOCTOR
She was found standing right in the middle of the blast. How could she survive - an absolute mystery. Wounds are trifle: scratches and abrasions. No documents were found for the child. Most likely, she went by subway with some adults. But everyone who could be with her should have been scattered, they were unlikely to survive…
OLGA
She must be sent to the clinic for post-shock rehabilitation. I’ll take care of this girl…
NAT. ROAD TO KAPSHAGHAY. EVENING.
The car, which ANDREY is driving, arrives in Kapshaghay. Having passed several streets, Andrey drives up to a small one-storey house. He stops the car and looks at the sleeping KAIRAT.
ANDREY
Kairat, we have arrived. Hey, can you hear?
Shaking himself, Kairat opens his eyes, looks around in surprise.
KAIRAT
Where are we?
ANDREY
At the point of destination - Kapshaghay.
KAIRAT
Already arrived?
ANDREY
(smiling)
Imagine… Here, take it.
Andrey hands Kairat the promised money.
ANDREY
Thank you.
KAIRAT
Yeah… This is for the first time…
ANDREY
Can you get back yourself?
KAIRAT
Yes, of course, I had a good night's sleep…
ANDREY
Well, bye bye.
Andrey, takes his suitcase from the trunk of the car and heads to the house. Approaching the door, he pulls a rope with a bell. After a while an elderly woman with oriental appearance - SAULE MAZHITOVNA – opens the door to him.
ANDREY
Hello, mom!
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. EVENING.
Entering the house and throwing the suitcase, Andrey gently hugs his mother.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Let me look at you, son… It seems you have not changed, look the same. Well done. Come, wash your hands, I suppose, you got hungry after your trip…
ANDREY
Yes, mom, I’m terribly hungry.
Andrey washes his hands in the washbasin.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
OLGA enters the ward, in which a motionless pose sits hanging the bandaged legs from the bunk. This is the blond GIRL who miraculuously survived in the explosion. Her gaze is still motionless. Olga takes a chair, sits opposite.
OLGA
My name is Olga; Olga is my name. And what is your name?
The girl doesn’t respond to Olga's questions.
OLGA
Let's play something… What games do you like?
The answer to Olga's questions is the silence and the absent look of the child.
OLGA
You need to drink juice. Take it, drink, the juice is delicious, orange juice.
Olga brings a glass with the drink to the girl. The girl doesn’t respond to this either.
INT. OFFICE OF THE ILYA SEMENOVICH OF THE NEUROLOGICAL DEPARTMENT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
Olga talks to an elderly man sitting at his desk in a white coat – it is ILYA SEMENOVICH, head of the neurological department of the clinic.
OLGA
This is a stupor, Ilya Semenovich. Now it’s better not to touch her. If she refuses to eat in the next days, you need to put a dropper. If she suddenly speaks or starts walking around the room, immediately let me know.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Good, Olga Petrovna.
OLGA
And now I need to work with other victims.
Olga gets a phone call when she goes out from the manager’s office.
OLGA
Yes, hello…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Olyunya, this is Lina.
OLGA
I'm listening to you, Lina. Just briefly, I'm very busy.
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Are you working?
OLGA
Well, of course, such an emergency…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Oh, yes, what a horror… Just think. Beasts!
OLGA
Lina, speak faster, otherwise in a minute I’ll be in the ward with the sick…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Oh, so we are not going to fitness club, are we…?
OLGA
Hardly, Lina.
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
And after work, will you go home?
OLGA
I don’t even know yet when I get home…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Please tell me, did Andrey Yurich safely get to… mmm… to…?
OLGA
(confidently)
Yes, well. And he handed the letter to Glotov. Yes, passed from hand to hand.
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Yeah, great. Thanks to him. I’ll report this to the boss.
OLGA
That’s it, Lina, I’ve already reached the ward, so, sorry…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Okay, Olyunya. I'll call you later…
OLGA
Call me.
INT. CHAMBER OF THE PATIENT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
OLGA disconnects the phone and enters the ward, where a FIFTY-YEAR-OLD MAN is located in hospital pajamas and a bandage on his head. The man's face was full of fear, his hands were shaking in shock chills.
OLGA
(friendly)
Hello, my name is Olga. I am a neuropsychiatrist. Drink this.
Olga, taking out a sheet of pills from her pocket, hands one tablet to the patient and pours water from a plastic bottle into a disposable cup. A patient with shaking fingers throws a tablet into his mouth and washes it down with water.
OLGA
Good. Now put your hands on your hips with your palms up…
Olga takes a glass from the patient’s hand, then takes a chair and sits opposite the patient.
OLGA
Relax your hands, look into my eyes.
Olga fixes a tenacious, unblinking hypnotist’s gaze on the patient.
OLGA
You are in a deep dark cave, there is nobody there, you enter the water of an underground lake, gentle as a cloud, and it envelops you with silence and fills your eyelids with weight. A spot of blue light gives you confidence and peace…
FLASHBACK. INT. CAVE TEMNATA DUBKA. BULGARIA.
A barely visible spot of blue glow is reflected on the surface of the underground lake…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. CHAMBER OF THE PATIENT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
MAN stops shaking, and he falls asleep under hypnotic green eyes OLGA.
INT.-NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. DAY.
GLOTOV is watching Evelina from the window of the villa: dressed in a light home dress, she sits motionless on the edge of the half-filled pool. Suddenly, she gets up and, without taking off her clothes, lowers her legs into the water that is knee-deep, and suddenly falling into exaltation, begins to sorely sing a song in Spanish at the top of her voice, while walking at the bottom of the reservoir and splashing out water with noise with her feet.
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. DAY.
Evelina keeps heartily singing at the top of her voice in Spanish and splashing water with her feet…
STOOPED MAN
(courteously)
Good afternoon, Radomir Askoldovich.
GLOTOV
Hello. Our astrophysicist is already there. The decisive moment is coming. Report on how things are going.
STOOPED MAN
Come on, Radomir Askoldovich. All that’s needed is to start the system in real scale through a transmitting device, that is, through a powerful transmitting antenna, which Evtushenko should use as a radio telescope.
The stooped man nods toward a large drawing hanging on the wall.
STOOPED MAN
And then we can send our signal even to the edge of the Universe. And if more specifically, then at the software level we are already able to encode the operation of all satellite communication channels simultaneously. All world navigation and tracking tools, the media, the Internet will be under control. Before anyone realizes what is happening, we will turn on a multi-stage encryption system, the keys to which will only be ours. The whole world with hundreds of satellites in space will turn into a single super-powerful computer, a global grid -system controlled by us…
GLOTOV
Amazing! Just exactly what we need!
STOOPED MAN
But the main thing is that we can secretly and discreetly manage the entire financial system of the world…
GLOTOV
(cheerfully)
…And with the help of the media all these, so to speak, “failures” we can chalk to Nibiru and our Annunaks friends’ approach! Annunaks? And there they are!
Glotov nods indicating on sitting at the computers young people.
GLOTOV
It remains to launch the telescope.
STOOPED MAN
It all depends on you, Radomir Askoldovich.
GLOTOV
Our astrophysicist will scan the sky in search of his nibiru, and with his help, we will encode satellite communications…? Is not it?
STOOPED MAN
Yes, exactly, Radomir Askoldovich.
GLOTOV
And then one unique telescope in the world will turn into the source of reigning the world, the entire Universe. The era of singularity will come! This is awesome! …And what about panspermia?
STOOPED MAN
We are working. The process is long of decoding DNA codes taken from meteorite matter.
GLOTOV
Do you think it will work out?
STOOPED MAN
Nothing is impossible for such brains.
A stooped man nods toward young people at computers.
STOOPED MAN
Another thing is that we don’t know what will happen if they help to activate dormant 95% of human DNA.
GLOTOV
Let me take a look at this one more time.
A stooped man leads Glotov to a computer, at which another young man works. The stooping person takes out a glassy needle-like formation resembling a starfish from a glass box and puts Glotov in his open palm.
GLOTOV
(in philosophical tone)
Is there really a secret of immortality in this piece of glass?
For a moment Glotov looks out into space.
GLOTOV
(thoughtfully)
With gaining immortality, the fear of death only intensifies…
(saying through his teeth)
And only power over the world heals from this fear!
Suddenly with a flash in his eyes, Glotov gives the glassy object to the stooped man and heads for the exit from the bunker.
GLOTOV
(uttering one last thing)
Work.
But suddenly Glotov stops and carefully looks from under his brows at the stooped man.
GLOTOV
(in half voice)
Are they really getting close to us?
Without waiting for an answer, Glotov turns sharply and enters the elevator, the elevator doors close.
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. EVENING.
Saule Mazhitovna removes the plates from the table, pouring to her son ANDREY a glass of tea with a cup holder with Soviet symbols.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
So your Olga, my daughter-in-law, is not coming to us?
ANDREY
No, in the near future she won’t let her go from work. Emergency psychological assistance to victims is her direct duty.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Innocent people blown up! “The curse lies on their ancestral seed!” - so TATMA would say, your grandmother and my mother…
The expression on Andrey's face becomes serious. For some time he sits with his eyes down.
ANDREY
Mom, I’ve seen grandmother Tatma’s spirit three times: in Germany and twice on the way to you. Before her last appearance, a kite hit the car windshield…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Kite, you say? It was Tatma’s eesi - the spirit of the middle world, the embodiment of the soul of a dead shaman. Porcupine, snake, fox, weasel, spider and pheasant are animals that the shaman's traveling soul can turn into. But it can become a kite, a moose, and even lightning…
ANDREY
…And then I saw Tatma in the mirror, she was sitting in the back seat. She moved her lips, but I didn’t hear the words…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
You are not yet able to speak with the spirit of a shaman, and you have not heard.
Andrey takes out a mallet from his pocket that the rider threw at his feet.
ANDREY
Mom, look at that…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(surprised)
Where did you get it from?
ANDREY
When Tatma disappeared, I got out of the car to drag the dead kite to the side, and then there was a rider who threw it to me and rode off into the steppe… And at the same time the kite came to life and flew away into the sky…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
This is her mallet! She was always with it! During cremation, they burned her along with her tambourine… Give the beater here.
Saule Mazhitovna takes the mallet from the hands of his son.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
I’ll hide it in a safe place, otherwise there will be trouble… And the rider on the horse, I’m even scared to think, who could be, this rider?
ANDREY
Mom, you and my father have always been convinced materialists, searching your minerals, carrying out analyzes, and now do you believe all this?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Don’t forget, I am the daughter of a shaman! Just then we were all afraid to talk about such topics. After all, your father and I were not engaged in minerals alone, but in the exploration of strategic raw materials, we were constantly being watched, and we were silent… The horseman was the master of the mountains, the owner of the "place of power" - Tuunin himself! Spirits were angry, very angry, and Tatma is stopping them for now, but she won’t be able to restrain them if you cross the line… Get out of your head the idea of building a telescope in a sacred place!
ANDREY
And what will I say to Glotov? The other day he will call me, ask how the project is progressing…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(in a half-voice, with inner fear)
What Glotov…?
ANDREY
This is a very rich man, oligarch, who sponsors my project.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
What is the name and patronymic of your Glotov?
ANDREY
Radomir Askoldovich.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Do you communicate with Glotov?
ANDREY
Yes, Mom… You know about him?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
I don’t know much about your Glotov, but TATMA knew his grandfather - Askold Glotov, Chief of Altai NKVD. He also called Askold his son. The son committed suicide while still young. But it turns out he left an offspring behind. Glotov brought a mass of misfortunes, plundered all the sanctuaries, burned many, sent hundreds of clergymen to camps… Shamans secretly camloughed, Tatma also turned, wanted to send demons to him, but nothing came of it. The shamans say that Glotov in collusion with Erlik, with Satan himself… In the 20s, when he was a very young man, Glotov was already the right hand of Jacob Bliumkin. And soon after the war, he received a promotion and went to Moscow. Then there were rumors that Glotov stole and took out a mass of ancient manuscripts with secret knowledge from the secret graves, they say, personally by the order of People's Commissar Yagoda… When your grandfather, who was my father, was killed during the war, mother had nothing to hope for and she ran away with me, nursing a baby, from Glotov persecution. From Altai we moved to southern Kazakhstan, mom got a job at a construction site, she dragged bricks… Then for the first time TATMA learned about Tamgaly-Tas. Hereditary shaman, she immediately realized that he was dealing with a great place of power".
ANDREY
(thoughtfully)
You say that Glotov’s grandfather served in the NKVD? Now I understand where he got so much information about my father and his discoveries…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Askold Glotov was already in Moscow, but his people worked and conducted surveillance everywhere in Siberia and Kazakhstan. Your father Yura wrote down the findings of his research in a special journal. He always hid it in a safe. But one day the magazine was gone. And the samples of meteorite material also disappeared from the laboratory, every single one… Now I’ll show you something…
Saule Mazhitovna leaves the room, and after a short time returns with a small wooden box, opens and invites his son to look inside.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Look, see?
There are needle-shaped glassy structures similar to starfish at the bottom of the box.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Do you even know what it is?
ANDREY
No, but I recall something vaguely, it seems that my father showed me.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
He showed it to you, after all, little boy… Then know, these are particles of the Tunguska meteorite! Everything down to the last grain of sand was stolen from the safe, and these samples were preserved by a miracle: I accidentally left them in the inner pocket of the backpack, where I stored potatoes. And many years later I found it. So: a great secret is hidden in them - the secret of the origin of life in the Universe. Your father discovered the amino acids in them that form the key to life – DNA cells. He was afraid that for this knowledge he would be accused of aiding pseudoscience, deprived of work or worse - would be put in a psychiatric hospital, and he strictly forbade me to speak with anyone on these topics… But, apparently, he already had a hunch for a soon end. So he showed his treasure to his only son…
FLASHBACK. NAT. KAPSHAGHAY. AT SAULE MAZHITOVNA’s. NIGHT.
Silhouettes of a man and a boy of six years old sitting on a bench near the house. There is a vitreous formation resembling a starfish on the man’s palm, which a children’s hand cautiously touches…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. EVENING.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
But two years earlier, your father Yuri Evtushenko was a member of the first expedition to Tamgaly-Tas and was the first to say that this is Belovodye, or Shambhala. Shaman Tatma, my mother warned him not to go into it. But she loved him for his honesty. The tragedy is that he came too close to the secret of the ruler of Belovodye who is Presbyter John! Roman popes and Christian kings tried in vain to find the enigmatic kingdom of the Presbyter in Asia and Africa, then the emissaries of the Third Reich and, of course, NKVD agents searched for it… The fact is that with Presbyter John as a messenger of extraterrestrial intelligence, the knowledge about most important “places of power” on the Earth is connected with Presbyter John as a messenger of unearthly mind. These places we have in Tamgaly-Tas, and even in the Altai, Baikal, Mexico, Peru, Egypt, on the island of Avalon, and on Easter Island, in the mountains of Nepal, and, of course, in Tibet. There is a "Place of power" not far from Moscow at Pereslavl. It is a Sin’-stone at Pleshcheeva lake, near the village Berendeevo.
ANDREY
What did you say? Berendeevo…? What is it? Some kind of misfortune…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Yes, son, it’s Berendeevî, not otherwise. In Slavic traditions Presbyter John is well-known exactly as the king Berendey… Your father disappeared without a trace one month after the theft of the records from the safe, it seems, after he found once a settlement of hermits –berendei in Yakutia in the mouth of the river Berende. Your father’s assistant informed me of his last discovery; he returned unharmed from that expedition.
FLASHBACK. NAT. TAIGA. SUMMER DUSK.
A man in a cape and high rubber boots, with his back to us, moving away the branches of bushes, goes to the bank of a small river: on the opposite bank, he observes strange bluish-pink lights and hears some muffled chanting resembling the howling of wolves…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. LATE EVENING.
ANDREY
(mutters to himself)
Surprisingly, as a child, my wife Olya, according to the instructions of Vanga herself, was taken by my mother to some cave in Bolgaria. The cave is located between two villages, and the villages are called Berende. In that cave Ole dreamed something very strange, and a year later her mother died from an unknown illness… There is a huge head of Berendey at Glotov’s villa… So what is the relationship between everything? A? What do you think, mom?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(somewhat annoyed)
I don’t know, son, what is the relationship… One thing I’ll say, if Glotovs returned to us, it's no good, uh, it's no good… Therefore, do not hesitate - go to Tamgaly-Tas right now and meet the dawn there. From the bus station at midnight, pilgrims go there. Go to the "place of power" and go to his guardian, as the holy father told you…
ANDREY
Mom, but I don’t know where to look for him there…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(strictly)
He will find you. Trust this to Tatma, your grandmother. Do you understand everything?
Andrey dials Olga, but this time again he hears the OLGA’S VOICE on the answering machine.
ANDREY
Not responding. I'll call her up later.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(strictly)
No, you leave the phone here. Plunge into another world. Forget this for a while. If somebody calls, I'll find what to say.
Andrey obediently gives the phone to his mother and goes beyond the threshold of the house.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
(after him )
If you forgot the way to the bus station, let me remind you, son. First go right past the church, then left past the mosque, then go straight ahead.
NAT. KAPSHAGHAY. LATE EVENING.
ANDREY walks along the night streets of Kapshaghay. Andrey passes an illuminated building of a small Orthodox church, and sometime later passes a small mosque. He reaches the bus station and barely manages to get on the already departing bus with the pilgrims.
INT. BUS SALON. KAPSHAGHAY. LATE EVENING.
Very peculiar people are going with Andrey on the bus: there are a homegrown INDIAN SHAMAN and a group of YOUNG hare KRISHNAS, and four FEMINISTS with shaved heads and tattoos on their faces among the passengers, a modest MARRIED COUPLE go on the bus,too, and STUDENTS with backpacks and other tourist belongings. A bus with passengers leaves for the highway leading towards Tamgaly-Tas. Krishnas start singing "Hare Krishna!" Indian shaman makes some passes, oblivious to everyone else, At the same time, the couple is clearly uncomfortable, apparently already regretting a trip to the "place of power" with such exotic fellow travelers. The traces of a powerful sleeping pill still have their effect, and Andrei is falling asleep from a bus ride. One of the skinhead feminists offers him a drink of some hot drink from a thermos.
FEMINIST
Have a drink, cheer up…
ANDREY
What is this?
FEMINIST
(winking friendly)
Don’t be afraid, drink…
Andrey takes a few sips, and almost choking, gives the girl a drink back…
All four feminists with identical smiles look at Andrey. Krishnas meanwhile start singing their hymns even louder. Suddenly, for a moment, it seems to Andrey that all four shaved bald girls are on one face - this is the face of the shaman Tatma! Obsession is so short-time that Andrey doesn’t even have time to get scared, while the girls, as if in continuation of the momentary glamor, looking at Andrey, are shrilly laughing like witches…
NAT. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
Chloe, continuing surveillance over the broker and his companion in New York, now sees the BLONDE go out of the motel, sit in a taxi and leave. At the same time, there is no broker with her. Chloe gets closer to the windows of the room where the blonde broker was recently located. Chloe scans the device room. The room is empty.
INT. MOTEL. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
CHLOE removes the gun from the fuse, breaks into the room, then enters the bathroom. On the washbasin, she finds a wig of brown hair, exactly reminiscent of the hair of a disappeared broker. Chloe reports this to Schefer on phone.
CHLOE
(speaks English)
The broker has disappeared. At the same time, he didn’t leave the motel, only she left. He vanished somewhere… But here is his wig. He was wearing a wig.
Chloe feels the wig, dipping her fingers in the mop of hair.
CHLOE
Hmm, these are very similar to your hair… Could I find your scalp here, dear Klaus?
INT. PLANE SALON. EARLY EVENING.
SCHEFER flies to Kiev. Directly from the cabin of the flying plane, he continues telephone communication with Chloe.
SCHEFER
(speaks English, in a serious tone)
Take the wig with you. When I get to New York, we’ll conduct a genetic examination, what if it really is my hair.
INT. MOTEL. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
CHLOE takes Schefer's words as a joke.
CHLOE
Dear, if you think that we don’t have your genetic material here, you are mistaken. For this purpose it is not necessary to fly specifically to us.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(in the phone)
What do you mean? You said you had an abortion?
CHLOE
Yes, I did. But what does it have to do with it! After you, there was always some hair left on the pillow. I gave them to the lab.
(smiling maliciously)
According to the instruction, my dear.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone, slightly annoyed)
Find out who this blonde is and send me her data.
CHLOE
Okay.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY TWILIGHT.
OLGA is in the ward with an elderly SICK FEMALE - the victim of a terrorist attack.
OLGA
Tomorrow I’ll come to you again. Don't worry about that. Everything is behind. Get plenty of drink.
Sick female escorts Olga with a detached gaze. Olga leaves the room. She meets a pretty fat NURSE near the ward.
NURSE
(excitedly)
Olga Petrovna, come on, the girl has started to speak, but we can’t understand anything, she speaks an incomprehensible language…
OLGA
Let's go!
Olga rushes after the nurse along the corridor of the clinic into the ward. Entering the room with the nurse, Olga becomes numb from what she sees: the girl is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room with strands of golden hair lowered over her eyes, swaying, clapping one hand against the other near her ear.
GIRL
(sings in guttural voice of an old woman)
Eeeee-zzzziiii…… Ark… mmm… grrrooooo… arrrki………… Innn…… eeeee-zzzzziiii……
The tempo of claps accelerates, the girl swings more and more in the rhythm of these claps.
OLGA
(quietly to the nurse)
Come out, please.
The nurse leaves the room, and Olga approaches the girl, sits in front of her and carefully looks at what is happening. Then Olga takes a telephone out of his pocket and turns on the recording… At some point, the girl falls silent, and again becomes indifferent to what is happening.
OLGA
(affectionately to the girl)
Won't you tell me your name?
The girl is silent.
OLGA
Honey, tell me, what's your name? Do you also have a name? How is your mother calling?
The girl continues to remain silent. Olga gently strokes her hand on the head.
OLGA
(to herself)
What to do…?
Suddenly, the girl’s eyes become different, sad, as if afraid to drop the sound…
GIRL
(slowly, in a whisper)
Tat… ma…
OLGA
How…?
GIRL
(slowly, in a whisper)
Tat-ma…
The child’s lips are shaking, tears appear in the girl’s eyes… Olga grabs a glass of juice, brings it to the girl’s lips, she reluctantly sips a few sips…
OLGA
Is that your name?
GIRL
Tatma…
The girl rolls her eyes, she limps in a swoon. Olga raises the girl from the floor and carefully puts her on a hospital bed. Olga calls for the fat nurse.
OLGA
Stay with her, I'll be right back.
Olga quickly walks along the corridor of the clinic and enters the office of the ILYA SEMENOVICH of the department.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
I'm listening to you, Olga Petrovna.
OLGA
Ilya Semenovich, I have just watched a rare phenomenon in psychiatric practice - an attack of xenoglossy. The child spoke a language clearly unfamiliar to her. A personality change occurred as a result of a severe shock…
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Are you sure?
OLGA
Yes. To the question what's her name, she called me a name Tatma which I know very well. And she repeated three times and then fainted. We need to put her on a glucose and vitamin drip - she hardly drinks and eats anything. Intramuscular sedative in small doses. And I have to check something.
Olga quickly leaves the office of the head. In the hallway of the clinic she calls on her phone. Beeps are heard, no one answers. After some time, the phone is picked up.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Hello, who is this?
OLGA
Welcome Saule Mazhitovna, I’m Olga. I didn’t expect to hear you…
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. LATE EVENING.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA is sitting on an old couch and talking to Olga by Andrey’s phone.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
And what,is Andryusha already sleeping, it seems it is not too late?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
No, my daughter, he isn’t sleeping. I sent him to Tamgaly-Tas. Let him clean his mind and soul. And then, according to Kiev time, it isn’t late. He wouldn’t fall asleep anyway… And I took the phone from him, he doesn’t need him there.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Well done, Saule Mazhitovna. Strange things began to happen to him in recent days…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
I know what you're talking about, daughter. This is more serious than you think.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY TWILIGHT.
OLGA
Saule Mazhitovna, in fact, you are exactly what we need. You've probably already heard that an accident has happened - many died and were wounded… Miraculously only a girl of six survived. So, she… In a word, it seems to me, quite suddenly, she began to speak an unknown language, moreover, to sing in her guttural voice, can you imagine…? And then she said that her name is Tatma… repeated three times… Wasn’t your mother, Andrey’s grandmother, also called Tatma?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Repeat, my daughter, you said Tatma, right?
OLGA
Yes, Tatma. And I also recorded what she sang in her throaty voice…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Let me listen!
OLGA
Good. I’ll send a recording to Andrey’s phone right now, and you listen. Can you?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Who do you take me for, daughter? Send immediately!
OLGA
Already sending, Saule Mazhitovna.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EARLY EVENING.
Standing in the corridor, OLGA sends an audio file, puts the phone into her pocket and looks thoughtfully at the clinic’s backyard, where ambulances are scurrying around…
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. LATE EVENING.
Having received the message, SAULE MAZHITOVNA randomly pokes at different buttons on the screen. Suddenly she hears a woman's throaty singing: "EEEEE-ZZZZIIII…… ARC… MMM…… GRRROOOOO ARRRKY……… INNNN… EEEEE-ZZZZZIIII…" Shaken at what she have just heard, Saule Mazhitovna sits in deep thought…
NAT. ROAD TO TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. LATE EVENING.
A bus with pilgrims, including Andrey, travels along the night road. The loud singing of Hare Krishnas is coming from the bus…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. CORRIDOR. KIEV. EVENING.
OLGA again calls on phone.
OLGA
Hello, Saule Mazhitovna, did you manage to listen?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Yes, daughter, I succeeded.
OLGA
So what is this?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
This is the voice of my mother, Tatma shaman.
OLGA
What are you saying? How can this be?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
So it can.
OLGA
Hard to believe it… Then what do the words she said mean?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Literally the following: “Home has he come. Soon in the house of eleven brothers Bakshi he will be called. He won’t anger Eesi, or then Tuunyn himself the owner of the mountain will go into a rage. Eesi will help Bakshi… "It's about your husband and my son. To him it is addressed…
OLGA
It is unthinkable! And why did the girl,who by miracle survived, pronounce all this here in Kiev?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
The soul of the shaman Tatma has moved into the body of the girl. This is called incarnation.
OLGA
Oh my God! But this is some kind of nonsense…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Nonsense or not, but you heard it yourself…
OLGA
Yes, I heard. So, maybe the explanation is that the girl comes from your region. She heard all this before, at xenogloss developed as a result of the shock. This is a type of mental disorder. This can still be somehow explained…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
How old is the girl?
OLGA
Six years, no more.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
She could not hear my mother’s voice, even if she lived here. Shaman Tatma died nearly thirty years ago. Andrey was as much as she is now, and I won’t confuse my mother’s voice with anyone…
The fat nurse runs up to Olga.
OLGA
Oh, sorry, Saule Mazhitovna, wait… wait a second…
Olga turns to the nurse.
NURSE
Olga Petrovna, the bodies of the girl’s parents have been found. They had a child’s passport and air tickets to Turkey and were supposed to fly to Antalya tomorrow, just passing through Kiev, they are residents of the Volyn region…
OLGA
What is the name of the girl?
NURSE
Polishchuk Darya Nikitichna 2013 year of birth…
OLGA
Hello, hello, Saule Mazhitovna…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
I’m listening to you, daughter…
OLGA
You are right. The girl is from the Volyn region; her name is Dasha. Parents died in the explosion…
The nurse is somewhat surprised that Olga immediately reports this information over the phone to someone who already knows something about the girl.
OLGA
(to the nurse)
Thanks for the information. Has the girl been put on the drop?
NURSE
Yes, she has. The child is sleeping…
Staying slightly confused, the nurse turns around and goes deep into the corridor.
OLGA
Saule Mazhitovna, it is hard to believe… And how should I communicate with the girl, as with Dasha or… Tatma?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
You will understand how to communicate with her yourself… Okay, daughter, it's already evening, I’ll go to bed early, Andrey will come back at the crack of the dawn, so hungry, I’ll have to feed my son… Call tomorrow, daughter.
OLGA
Good night, Saule Mazhitovna.
Olga turns off the phone and heads for the girl’s room. She carefully opens the door and looks at the child. The girl lies under a dropper and sleeps calmly. Olga closes the door and walks thoughtfully along the corridor of the clinic… Olga's phone rings.
EVELINA
Olyunya, how are you?
OLGA
Ah… hi… I don’t even know what to say, Lina… I’m very tired. I’ll finish the duty, go home and fall asleep.
EVELINA
(upset)
Ok then…
OLGA
I’ll call you tomorrow, okay…?
EVELINA
Okay… And maybe, after all, shall we go to the spa -Beauty,and swim there? Well, I invite you…
OLGA
Oh, I don’t know, Lina…
EVELINA
I’ll ask Askoldich for a car with a driver so that you don’t get behind the wheel.
OLGA
Call me at six, or better at seven. Indeed, after today's nightmares, swimming could be useful.
EVELINA
Oh, cool! Then I’ll wait for you in the car near your house.
OLGA
Agreed.
THIRD EPISODÅ
NAT. NEW YORK CITY. CHINA TOWN. DAY.
CHLOE returns by car to the institution where the blonde came from and got into the car with the broker. At the entrance, an unexpected guest is greeted by an unfriendly GUARD with an Asian appearance. Chloe shows him a police badge.
CHLOE
Chloe Smith, Interpol officer. Let me in.
INT. STRIP CLUB. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
CHLOE enters the strip club. The club has several men-VISITORS with Asian appearance. In the club, she immediately discovers the desired BLONDE, who is currently working on a pole. Chloe rises directly to the podium and, showing her a police badge, literally pulls the blonde down from the podium and leads her into the corner of a dimly lit hall.
CHLOE
What is your name? Where are you from?
BLONDE
(speaks English with a strong accent)
My name is Svetlana; I am from Ukraine.
CHLOE
What did you do today at the motel at....... when you went there with a gentleman in an orange jacket? Did you give him sexual services? Wait, wait, answer the camera.
Chloe shoots a blonde on a go-pro camera. Strands of golden curls fell on the blonde 's forehead, and in the flickering light of strobe lights it is difficult to discern the blonde's face in detail.
BLONDE
I didn’t go anywhere today, I haven’t parted from the pole all day long, it can be confirmed by all present here, the bartenders, the owner of the establishment, you can check through the surveillance cameras. I was here.
CHLOE
Besides you, do other blondes with European appearance work in this club?
BLONDE
I am the only one here, no others, it suits me.
Turning off the smartphone camera and leaving the blonde alone, who returned to the podium, Chloe inquires a bartender with Asian appearance, then a SECURITY with Asian appearance; gesturing, they all, apparently, each individually confirm that the blonde in the last hours didn’t leave the club…
Chloe makes a phone call.
CHLOE
Klaus, dash knows what! First I lost track of a mysteriously disappeared broker, and now it turns out that his companion from a strip-club didn’t come out… I took a video. Shall I send it to you?
SCHEFER’S VOICE
(on phone)
Send immediately.
INT. SPA. KIEV. EVENING.
OLGA AND EVELINA are swimming in the pool.
OLGA
Thank you, Lina, for bringing me here. After today's stresses, it was impossible to come up with a better idea…
EVELINA
Well, I knew.
Olga’s phone rings at the edge of the pool in a folding chair with towels. She swims to the edge of the pool, manages to answer.
FEMALE VOICE
(on phone)
Olga Petrovna, the girl has started again to pronounce words in an incomprehensible language.
Olga literally jumps out of the pool, hastily wiping her body.
OLGA
I urgently need to work. There is one girl, my patient, she’s having a seizure. She miraculously escaped during the explosion, her parents died, and she only has a couple of scratches. But suddenly xenoglossy began: she spoke an unknown language, as it turned out, some Old Kypchak dialect…
EVELINA
It can't be!
OLGA
And you won’t believe, in the voice of Andrey’s grandmother, who was a shaman…
EVELINA
How can this be?
OLGA
Yes, it seems that the grandmother from the other world sends Andrey some messages…
EVELINA
What are the messages?
OLGA
I don’t know for sure, but something about the fact that it’s impossible to desecrate the sacred mountain of Tamgaly-Tas mustn’t be defiled. In general, the local spirits were angry at the project of the radio telescope.
EVELINA
Olga, can I go with you, look at the girl.
Evelina hastily wipes herself with a towel in the locker room…
OLGA
What will I tell the staff?
EVELINA
Well, say I'm like… your intern.
OLGA
Okay, you can also drive me then…
EVELINA
What are you talking about! We’ll drive you home,too. Today the car is completely ours.
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. EVENING.
Black jeep cuts through the air of Kiev at breakneck speed. Late summer twilight comes down to the city…
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. EVENING.
GLOTOV conducts a training sparring with his kickboxing trainer. Glotov's phone rings.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EVENING.
EVELINA whispers something in a half-voice on phone in the hall of the clinic
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. EVENING.
GLOTOV, having interrupted the sparring with the KICKBOXING COACH, answers the phone.
GLOTOV
(annoyed)
What kind of girl is that? What spirits? What messages? You say shamans? This is not a joke, I know it firsthand… They can lure anything. It is necessary to make the girl shut up, shut up. Immediately!
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
The girl lies in ward number 819.
GLOTOV
Why do I need her room number! You are there, act yourself! You know how to…
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Is it worth to do it right away?
GLOTOV
Yes I said! …with you?
EVELINE'S VOICE
(on phone)
Always, you know…
GLOTOV
Then act…
Glotov turns off the phone and returns to sparring with his coach.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EVENING.
OLGA is already in the girl’s room, and EVELINA, remaining in the corridor near the post, starts a conversation with the fat NURSE that goes from the post to the treatment room and back.
EVELINA
Hello. My name is Lina. I have an internship with Olga Petrovna, and here such a unique case… And are you giving a sedative to the girl?
NURSE
Oh sure.
EVELINA
Doesn’t help?
NURSE
Not really, she started again…
EVELINA
Can I see what you inject?
In the treatment room, the nurse shows Evelina a prepared syringe with a sedative lying on a tray.
NURSE
Here it is: intramuscular diphenhydramine as Olga Petrovna ordered Olga Petrovna.
EVELINA
What's your name?
Evelina manages to quietly climb into her purse with her hand.
NURSE
Masha.
EVELINA
(with sentimentality done)
Masha, so Mary, my grandmother’s name… Are you going to give her a sedative?
NURSE
If Olga Petrovna says, we’ll necessarily give it.
At this moment the station phone calls in the treatment room. The nurse picks up the phone.
NURSE
Hello! Well, Ilya Semenovich, I’m going.
The nurse hangs up and casts an imploring glance at Evelina.
NURSE
You can stay here for a couple of minutes, so that I don’t lock. The lock is stuck, but the boss doesn’t like to wait… Will you stay?
EVELINA
Sure, Masha, what are you talking about.
As soon as the nurse leaves the treatment room, Evelina looks out into the corridor to make sure that nobody else goes to the treatment room, then she puts her hand into a plastic bag found in the bin, takes a syringe from the tray, drains the contents into the sink and lets the water out. The nurse is already walking back down the corridor, and at this time, Evelina, with dexterous movements of her fingers, punctures the mini-vial for injection with a needle and fills the syringe. Having put the cap on the needle, she puts the syringe back on the tray. When the nurse returns to the treatment room, Evelina is already examining herself in the mirror above the washbasin, straightening a lock of hair on her forehead with wet fingers…
NURSE
Thank you very much.
EVELINA
Oh, thanks for what… But I even managed to straighten my hair…
In response, the nurse smiles while continuing to tinker with drugs in the treatment room.
EVELINA
I’ll go to Olga e… eeee… Petrovnà…
Evelina, leaves the treatment room and goes to the child’s ward. Slightly opening the door, Evelina looks inside: now she sees a girl sitting on the floor singing something strange in a non-childish voice and clapping her hands one on the other. Olga, squatting in front of the girl, records what is happening with the child on phone. Noticing Evelina, Olga with a stern expression asks not to interfere. Evelina politely closes the door from the corridor…
INT. AN AIRPORT. KIEV. EVENING.
CHAFFER meets the MAN IN THE GRAY SUIT and escorts to the official car.
NAT. KIEV. EVENING.
In INTERFOL’s car SCHEFER, accompanied by a MAN in a gray suit, is being taken to the building of MIA.
INT. BUILDING OF MIA. KIEV. EVENING.
In the office of the head of the Central National INTERFOL Bureau in Ukraine SCHEFER communicates in English with two of his Ukrainian counterparts who are COLONELS.
SCHEFER
So, together with our New York colleagues, we found that Glotov’s secret agents throw falsified deposit receipts and bonds onto the securities markets, for which holders of illegal gold are supposed to pay. The amounts indicated in these fake documents are so large that they are many times higher than world GDP. This is done in order to devalue real securities with absurdity of fakes, where there are large but real amounts, and get real securities cheaply as the illiquid in exchange for cryptocurrency of own production - glotcoins. And Glotov proposes to do this through Wall Street with the support of a mysterious collective player - the Lotus Family group, behind which there are the most influential clans of New York and Taiwan, connected by family ties with the late Kuomintang leaders…
FIRST COLONEL
Well done…
SCHEFER
And he wants to build an antenna telescope aiming to prepare his global cyber diversion and to bring down the world's currency. Therefore, I ask you to give me more information about Andrey Evtushenko. He is a key person involved in Glotov’s criminal adventure. Glotov so shrewdly weaves affairs that in Germany there is still no direct evidence of his involvement in the development and preparation of the most ambitious in the history cyber diversion. And he prefers to cook it from here, from Ukraine, he is more comfortable here, and the mass of child prodigies hackers at hand. Therefore, we decided: it is most preferable to take Glotov on live bait in Ukraine and bring him to your justice. But the most amazing thing in this whole story is that a third force intervened in the matter…
SECOND COLONEL
The Chinese?
SCHEFER
No, it's a mistical power…
Schefer shows the colonels photographs with obscure contours of a tambourine and with a strange dent on the hood of a taxi.
SCHEFER
See it. Presumably, these are traces of the collision with a ghost of a shaman. In this taxi, Evtushenko went to make a report. And these are the outlines of a ghostly tambourine that rolled down the hall when he was already making a report…
VALENTIN, COLONEL
Klaus, is this really possible? A fantastic action movie of some kind, not an investigation of cyber diversion and…
SCHEFER
I need further personal communication with Evtushenko and his relatives. I know that Evtushenko comes from an ancient shamanistic family at his mother’s side. And I know something about the power of shamanistic practices. The inadequate behavior of Evtushenko of recent days also suggests that something unidentified intervened in the adventure with a telescope.
As evidence of his words, Schefer shows a video on a smartphone with strange actions of Evtushenko during a lecture at the department.
VALENTIN
Do you want to talk to him without us?
SCHEFER
Without you for the beginning. He can read you and then completely shut up, but for now I am just a simple curious scribbler from Germany for him.
SECOND COLONEL
Okay. Here is his wife’s phone just in case. Say… mm… the Academy of Sciences gave it to you. She speaks English fluently; you can ask any questions…
SCHEFER
Okay.
Valentine and his colleague give Schefer two keychains.
VALENTIN
These are car keys. You will spend the night in our safe house in the city center. Everything is equipped there. As you know, today there was an explosion, people died, special services are on alert, so the moment is not the most convenient for working on Glotov, but we will do what is needed. Remember, Glotov is a toughie.
SCHEFER
I know. Bolshoe spasibfo, Valentin.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. EVENING.
OLGA puts DASHA on a hospital bed, gently stroking the girl's forehead. The girl has a new look. Before leaving the ward, Olga opens a window. Then Olga goes to the bbw NURSE with whom EVELINA is chatting about something in the treatment room.
OLGA
(to the nurse)
After some time, resume the dropper with glucose and vitamins and do a sedative. Let her at least spend the night calmly.
NURSE
Good.
A nurse returnû to the corridor to the post. Evelina is definitely pleased with the result, since she heard the whole conversation.
EVELINA
Are we taking you home? You must be exhausted, and tomorrow it will be not easier…
OLGA
Yes. Take me home, I don’t have any energy…
INT. SUV GLOTOV SALON. EVENING.
Evelina and Olga are sitting in the back seat.
EVELINA
And what, did you record the girl on phone?
OLGA
Yes, this is a very rare phenomenon, but also… Well, you know, she is Darya Polishchuk, from the Volyn region, but calls herself TATMA. Andryusha’s Mom, Saule Mazhitovna helps me with the translation… By the way, by midnight I’ll send her a new record, it will be already early in the morning there, she’ll again help me with the translation.
Evelina, not immediately understanding how to interfere with Olga's plans, nervously fidgets on the seat. Olga Evelina’s strange behavior was noticed, but tiredness prevails, and Olga doesn’t give any significance to this. After some time, Olga's phone rings.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Yes, hello. Sdriastfuite.
OLGA
Hello.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Sory, do you speak English?
OLGA
Yes, I do.
Further, Olga and the person who called her speak English.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Perfectly. My name is Klaus Schefer, I am from Germany. I am a friend of your husband Andrey, a writer. I came to Kiev and want to meet with Mr. Evtushenko.
OLGA
My name is Olga. Klaus, but my husband is now out of Kiev.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Ahh, very sorry. I tried to reach him, but no answer…
OLGA
Yes, it's night there. May I help you?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Yes, I have very important information for him.
OLGA
Let me know, I’ll pass on your information to my husband.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
But this is not a telephone conversation.
OLGA
What are you suggesting?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Meet me.
OLGA
Now? But it is night soon, and I am very tired… I am sure you know what misfortune happened in our subway today. So I work as a neuropsychiatrist, helping victims…
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Let’s meet tomorrow at any time convenient for you.
OLGA
Tomorrow I’ll be busy for the whole day, I won’t have any spare time.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
What shall we do?
OLGA
Is it so urgent?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Very urgent.
OLGA
Okay. Then come to my house in an hour.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Thanks. In an hour I’ll be at your place. Thank you for understanding.
OLGA
Shall I dictate the address to you?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
I know your address. Mr. Evtushenko left me his business card.
OLGA
Excuse me, was my phone also on his business card?
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
No, your phone was given to me at the Academy of Sciences.
OLGA
Hmm, a little strange… Well, I'm waiting for you, Klaus.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone)
Bye.
OLGA
Bye.
Evelina heard Olga’s conversation, her speaking English with someone, but didn’t understand everything. She doesn’t hide her curiosity.
EVELINA
And with whom did you speak English so cool?
OLGA
With one German. An acquitance of my husband, writer…
EVELINA
And what does he want?
Olga freaks out.
OLGA
Lina, you're too curious. Of course, thank you for the pool and for the car, but I don’t have to report to you on any occasion.
EVELINA
(wails)
Oh, Olyunya, take it easy, my dear, it's just my womanish… Well, forgive me, sunshine, forgive…
Evelina, like a little dog, flatters to Olga, takes her hands. From the inconvenience, Olga has no choice but to change her anger into mercy, at least outwardly. Getting out of the car near her house, Olga thanks Evelina and the driver.
OLGA
Thank you. Goodnight.
As soon as Olga moves away a sufficient distance from the car, Evelina dials Glotov's phone.
EVELINA
Askoldych, the girl should be all right, I did everything. And now some German is going to visit our beauty, seems like an acquaitance of our astronomer.
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Set observation. I must know who this German is. Take a picture, and I need the number of the car on which he will arrive…
EVELINA
Askoldich, are we going to hang around here till morning?
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Take a picture, tell me the number of the car and get immediately here until you yourself get caught there!
EVELINA
(reluctantly)
Okay…
Evelina and the driver stare at the road, waiting for the German car.
NAT. TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. NIGHT.
The bus with the pilgrims, on which ANDREY rides, arrives in Tamgaly-Tas. In the dawn light the rocks surrounding the countryside with a huge variety of petroglyphs depicting the Buddha Shakyamuni and bodhisattvas seem to be a mirage. Arriving PILGRIMS in groups scatter to the reserve. Andrey is left alone. He walks some distance from the bus, but then stops, because he doesn’t know where to go… Suddenly, taking out of nowhere, a man in fancy shamanistic clothes appears in front of him. Andrey immediately realizes that this is the fighting friend of Father Evmeny, the hermit shaman Melhisedek. The hermit with a nod of his head indicates where to go to Andrey, and follows him. Andrey, not realizing what he wants from him, is walking unconfidently along a mountain path, constantly looking back at Melchizedek. When Andrey gets to a large flat area, surrounded by cliffs, he hears the shaman’s strange almost inward voice from behind.
MELCHIZEDEK
Lie down on the ground – face-to-sunrise.
Andrey lies on the ground, as the shaman tells him. Melchizedek also lays on the ground from the diametrically opposite side, almost pressing his crown against Andrey’s crown…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. EVENING.
Òíå fat NURSE sets up a droplet for DASHA, then goes to the treatment room. She takes the tray with the syringe and returns back to the ward. Entering the room, to her surprise, she sees that the girl is now sitting cross-legged on the bed facing the wall. Her hair is loose. The girl doesn’t move and doesn’t make a sound. The nurse carefully approaches the child and, holding in one hand the tray with the syringe, tries to gently touch the girl’s shoulder with the other…
NURSE
(barely audible)
Uh, uh…
In response to this, the girl turns her face to the nurse… But no, this is not the girl’s face - this is the wrinkled face of the old TATMA shaman! With a toothless mouth, the shaman laughs, then with a sharp movement takes out a crow from her bosom and throws it towards the nurse. The crow, waving wings with noise, knocks the tray out of the hands of the latter… Desperate cry, the tray flies to the floor, the nurse faints, the syringe rolls on the floor to the middle of the chamber… The crow flies out the window cawing…
NAT. STEPPE. ROCKS. NIGHT.
…For a few moments glimmers of fire leap on the mossy stones and branches of the bush with colourful ribbons tied to them, and the shaman TATMA in a variegated robe with hanging bells beats ecstatically in her tambourine with her mallet…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. EVENING.
DASHA is lying under the dropper on the hospital bed. The NURSE sprawls on the floor in a swoon, the tray is lying next to her…
NAT. KIEV. EVENING.
A black sedan drives up to the house where Olga lives. A man emerges from the car, it seems, SCHEFER. In one hand he has a lonely orchid on a long stalk, in the second - a briefcase. He looks around the house, looks for the right entrance with his eyes, finds it and heads inside… EVELINA shoots the man getting out of the car on phone camera, but from a distance photos are blurry. Evelina calls Glotov, dictates the number of the car.
EVELINA
He was driving himself. Came with one flower.
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION.
Glotov in a deck chair by the pool.
GLOTOV
Even with a poker,whatever! That’s all, come back!
Glotov dials someone's number.
GLOTOV
Listen, dude, check out for me a black sedan with a number…
(mutters the number)
I'll wait.
After some time, Glotov hears the answer in the receiver.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
The car is new, clean, not included in theft. Registered on Vitaly Ivanovich Gritko, born in 1943 year, retired, lives in Nikolaev… Shall I give you the address?
GLOTOV
To hell with the address! Brand new black premium sedan, a pensioner from Nikolaev… Then what's this got to do with the German?
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Which German?
GLOTOV
The German who drives it…
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
I don’t know, Radik, who you are talking about.
GLOTOV
Well, thank you, friend.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
You’re welcome, Radik.
Turning off the phone, Glotov in thoughtfulness talks either with himself or with netsuke - a shaman figurine that he holds in his hands.
GLOTOV
Some German on the expensive new wheelbarrow of the pensioner from Nikolaev came to his wife in the evening… Whether this mister is not for my dear?
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. LATE EVENING.
OLGA and SCHEFER are sitting in the living room at the dessert table, in the center of which there is a high orchid in a high vase. Olga pours tea to the guest. They speak English.
OLGA
Klaus, should I offer you something stronger: wine, cognac, whiskey?
SCHEFER
No thanks, I'm driving.
OLGA
Do you drive around Kiev on your own?
SCHEFER
Yes, today is the first day.
OLGA
(smiling)
Congratulations.
SCHEFER
Excuse me, Frau Evtushenko, that I invited myself to you at such a late hour, but I am extremely limited in time here in Ukraine, therefore…
OLGA
I ask you without frau, just Olga. Okay?
SCHEFER
(smiles)
Okay…
OLGA
So what brought you here at such late time, Klaus?
SCHEFER
You see, Olga, I'm not quite the one who introduced himself to you and your husband. I am not a writer and publicist, although I am not at all alien to formulate my thoughts in harmonious phraseological constructions.
OLGA
And who are you?
SCHEFER
I am an officer of Interpol.
Schefer takes out a weighty certificate from his pocket and unfolds in front of Olga.
OLGA
Wow. Has my husband really done some trouble in Germany?
SCHEFER
Don’t worry, he did no harm. But your husband may become a pawn in the hands of one very rich and very influential person…
OLGA
I think I can guess who you are talking about.
Olga carefully looks at Schefer.
SCHEFER
This is Radomir Glotov, also Vasily Levchuk, also Grzegosh Kaminsky. Interpol has been watching this multifaceted subject for more than fifteen years, but he doesn’t leave direct evidence to us.
OLGA
Is he an international criminal?
SCHEFER
This should be decided by the court, but we suspect him of many offenses and atrocities, as well as very dangerous intentions. The fact is that in the mid-80s he worked in the trade missions of the USSR in the countries of Southeast Asia, but this was only a cover.
FLASHBACK. ANIMATION.
A small figure resembling Glotov rushes back and forth on a stylized map of the world. In the hands of the figure can be seen bundles of money, most likely, dollars…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
SCHEFER
Through the KGB, he supervised the financial flows that then the Soviet leadership aimed at supporting pro-Soviet regime, at subversion, blackmail, bribery, sabotage, and so on… But then smelled like collapse of the USSR, the hand of Moscow abroad began to weaken. Glotov quickly realized that the large financial assets that were at his fingertips could be used very effectively, and most importantly, for personal purposes. Having a good economic education, and solely managing secret accounts, he took up the competent legalization of large assets. Through front companies Glotov began to buy securities of leading oil companies. He especially liked Wall Street. Dividends from these securities began to settle on his accounts… So, one of the first Russians, but under other names, he became a major Western investor in the true sense of the word… As Levchuk he acquired English citizenship, then, as a Polish businessman, Kaminsky received US citizenship. But then through multi-way transactions, he gathered all his assets together, and at the same time acquired German citizenship under his real name Radomir Glotov. Levchuk and Kaminsky disappeared without a trace and are still officially reported as missing. But the most alarming in all of this is that by the time Glotov appeared again, EPISODÅS of mysterious murders and suicides took place in different parts of the world…
FLASHBACK. NAT. TOWN. DAY.
Instant: A man who fell out of a window lies on the asphalt, blood flows from his ear…
END OF FLASHBACK.
FLASHBACK. INT. BATHROOM. NIGHT.
Instant: a man in a bath with cut veins.
END OF FLASHBACK.
FLASHBACK. INT. HOTEL ROOM. NIGHT.
Instant: a man strangled by his own tie in a chair…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
SCHEFER
…According to one of our versions, the killed people in the past were Glotov’s colleagues in Southeast Asia. Apparently, those who could avenge him for the monopoly theft of money twenty years ago, he didn’t leave anyone alive. It was after this that Glotov began to appear again in Ukraine and, as we know, even built himself a luxurious villa here… It seems that he no longer fears anyone…
OLGA
Therefore, he travels with a whole crowd of guards… But what is he charged with if there is no direct evidence?
Schefer, while drinking tea, continues to tell Olga about the oligarch Glotov. Olga listens to him very carefully, she is evidently tense.
SCHEFER
…Apart from the money laundering of the Soviet special services, which is very difficult for us to prove, in recent years Glotov began to show interest in the field of IT and satellite communications. We learned that from Ukraine he has already made several test hacker attacks on the world stock exchanges with the hands of wunderkinds teenagers from the Ukrainian provinces… But this is not the main thing.
Chloe's phone call interrupts SCHEFER's story.
CHLOE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Klaus, did you watch the video?
SHAFER
Sorry, Chloe, I haven’t done it yet…
VOICE OF CHLOES
(on phone)
How you haven’t done it yet? What are you doing there?
SHAFER
Chloe, calm down, already looking.
(turning to Olga)
Sorry. One minute…
Immediately starting to view the sent video, to his amazement, Schefer suddenly sees in the flickering light of the stroboscopes that the face of the blonde stripper from the Chinatown club strikingly resembles the brown-haired Olga sitting in front of him, the wife of astrophysicist Evtushenko. Schefer several times carefully looks at either Olga or the video on his tablet, then pauses, freezing the blonde’s face in close-up.
SCHEFER
Tell me, Olga, do you have a sister?
OLGA
No, I don’t have a sister… But whay do you ask?
SCHEFER
Sorry, just asking…
Olga notices Shefer's incomprehensible confusion.
OLGA
You were tellimg me about Glotov.
SCHEFER
Yes, of course… So, Glotov at an accelerated pace is developing the technology of total digital control over the global satellite communication system by means of simultaneous recoding of ciphers. And he does it, being here in Ukraine. As a result, Glotov plans to propose to the world, on an uncontested basis, to replace the world currencies that have depreciated as a result of his cyber attacks with cryptocurrencies of their own production with the unambiguous name “Glotcoin”. According to the hypothesis accepted by Glotov for the truth, from 1912 to 1934, first the Russian emperor Nicholas II, and then the Kuomintang leader Chiang Kai-shek transferred thousands of tons of gold to deposit accounts of some private individuals on a voluntary basis. Documentarily this gold is reflected in the Global Collateral Accounts - GCA, however, these accounts do not belong to the field of legal finance, but are part of the very parallel financial system. Glotov plans to force the main beneficiaries of this system to exchange physical gold for his virtual glotcoins as the only reliable payment unit in the world. Otherwise, the owners of illegal gold will lose all levers of influence in the electronic settlement system, and making payments in XXI with gold bullions is a real anachronism.
OLGA
But why so much gold for Glotov himself?
SCHEFER
Because Glotov is waiting for the arrival of the Annunaks gods from the planet Nibiru to Earth. According to the mythology of the ancient Sumerians, once in 3600 years they visit Earth, to eliminate once again missing gold on their planet in the right amount. In gold they cover the surface of their planet, making Nibiru invisible. Glotov is a dept of the exotic cult of King Berendey-Presbyter John, connectec with the Annunaks. Glotov intends to meet the Annunaks as the sole ruler of the gold reserves of the Earth, in order to receive Caduceus Trismegistus from the aliens, which gives the right to immortality and eternal power on Earth. But Caduceus is nothing more than quantum codes for panspermia, opening up 95% of the sleeping links of human DNA, and this is physical immortality…
OLGA
How can this rich and powerful man be driven by such an absurdity?
SCHEFER
For him, this is not absurd, given that his grandfather, an officer of the NKVD, operated in Siberia and Central Asia in the 1930s. By the order of the Commissar Yaghoda, Glotov Sr. brought a lot of secret Tibetan manuscripts, and the information about immortality and extraterrestrial contacts contained there. After that, the traces of these manuscripts were lost in Lubyanka archives, but perhaps they became the personal property of the Glotov dynasty…
OLGA
What does my husband have to do with it?
SCHEFER
He has to do with it, Olga. Glotov is going to use a new heavy-duty antenna telescope in Southern Kazakhstan as a cyber weapon to attack the global system of electronic money. While your husband scans space in search of trans-Neptune bodies, Glotov’s people will send transcoding commands to hundreds of satellites…
OLGA
Klaus, is that really so…?
SCHEFER
That's right, Olga. Therefore, Glotov showed such unbridled interest in the Evtushenko’s project. 2020 is around the corner, and in order to build a powerful antenna telescope in the shortest time, it is possible only with the help of big money and the enthusiasm of scientists. Glotov has money. Your husband has plenty of enthusiasm. As an experienced recruiter, Glotov knows that it is enough to promise a scientist an investment in the project of his life at the first meeting, and he’ll become his servant forever…
An excited Olga jumps up from her chair and begins to pace the room with a cup of tea in her hands. Schefer, not without pleasure, watches Olga's graceful movements around the room.
OLGA
Why are you telling all this to me?
SCHEFER
Because it’s much harder to explain all this to your husband. Our communication with him was not productive. And then, you said that he is not in Kiev… By the way, where is he?
OLGA
Andrey flew to Kazakhstan, went to Kapshaghay to see his mother. I was also supposed to fly there to him at the end of the week, but the attack ruined my plans. I work as a psychoneurologist for the Ministry of emergencies…
SCHEFER
So now Mr. Evtushenko is exactly at the place where it is planned to build his radio telescope?
OLGA
Yes, he’s there…
SCHEFER
Hmm, in this case, the fun begins…
Schefer with an intriguing smile on his face pours tea into his cup up to the top.
SCHEFER
A third force has intervened in all this large-scale adventure.
OLGA
Third power? Chinese?
SCHEFER
No. Mistical power.
Olga looks very carefully at Schefer.
SCHEFER
This is the power of an oriental shamanistic practitioner. After all, your husband is a shaman’s grandson, isn’t he?
Olga sinks into a chair.
OLGA
Klaus, honestly, do you believe in all this?
SCHEFER
There is material evidence.
Schefer unfolds his tablet to Olga.
SCHEFER
I myself would not believe in such things, unless in my youth I had learned something from the cousin of my grandfather's uncle, Ernst Schefer. In the 1930s, as a young scientist- ornithologist, he led two American-German expeditions to the East in a row. Imagine, he became the first European who brought to Europe a stuffed panda, orango antelope and blue sheep…
FLASHBACK. INT. ZOOMUSEUM. DAY.
Moments: stuffed panda, orango antelope and blue sheep
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
SCHEFER
The triumph was great. In India, he was honored to make a presentation at the Himalaya club. And in Germany Himmler himself awarded Ernst Schefer the title of SS Obersturmbanf;hrer. So he became an employee of the most secret unit of the SS - the Anenerbe Occult Institute.
OLGA
Did your uncle serve in Anenerb?
SCHEFER
Yes, this is a fact of his biography. A botanist and a zoologist in Nazi uniforms… But he considered Anenerbe as a stronghold of pseudoscience. Probably because his main task in a new capacity was to search for the legendary Shambhala. But he didn’t believe in the existence of Shambhala himself. The results of his subsequent two-month expedition to Tibet were more political than scientific…
FLASHBACK. ANIMATION. HIMALAYAS. DAY.
A caravan of travelers, some of whom are dressed in European costumes, and some in Tibetan national clothes, are moving up the mountain trail with laden yaks…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
SCHEFER
And in January the 1943rd, he managed to found the Institute of Central Asia at Mittersill Castle in Austria…
FLASHBACK. INT. CASTLE MITTERSIL. AUSTRIA. DAY.
A silhouette of a man is thoughtfully standing with his back to us near a high vaulted window and lighting a cigar…
END OF FLASHBACK.
SCHEFER
…Thanks to which Schefer managed to avoid participating in military programs. Thus after the war he was not held accountable for the crimes of Nazism.
OLGA
SS officer, Anenerbe employee wasn’t held accountable? He probably knew something extremely valuable and important…
SCHEFER
Perhaps the reason is this. The governments of Germany, England and the United States announced that the secret dossiers of Schefer's expeditions are supposed to be opened only in 2044 - a hundred years after the end of the war. My cousin uncle died at the age of 82. He took most of his secrets to the grave. In recent years, however, he told me something. From there I know one curious detail: even before World War II, at the time of his last expedition to Tibet, he heard a legend there that the mystical gates to Shambhala are in southern Kazakhstan, in the "place of power" - Tamgaly-Tas. Naturally, my uncle could not test or disprove the legend of Kazakhstan Shambhala, as even a few years before the war the NKVD would not have let a Soviet officer study the mystical secrets of the USSR…
FLASHBACK. INT. SUNNY ROOM. DAY.
A dry OLD MAN, sitting in a rocking chair, rolls his eyes, his hand droops lifelessly. A moment later, as if nothing has happened, he whispers vividly into KLAUS SCHEFER’s ear, who is leaning towards him.
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. EVENING.
Olga carefully looks at Schefer.
OLGA
Wait, wait, but isn’t Tamgaly-Tas referred to in connection with a telescope? It turns out that it's still not a random coincidence?
Schefer pretends not to hear Olga’s question.
SCHEFER
Ernst Schefer said that there, in Central Asia, especially dedicated shamans know some super powerful spells, are able to materialize demons and control them. They are able to act with material force at a distance. Especially adherents of Gelukpa, which is a flow of Buddhism tolerant to shamanism and Tengrianism, succeeded in this. Now take a look at that.
Schefer turns his tablet to Olga.
SCHEFER
You see?
OLGA
Yes, this is Andrey at the chair… What is he doing? …Leans himself over the edge, looks down exactly as he told me about the tambourine that came to him… All day he couldn’t come to his senses. I stuffed him with sedatives and sent him to his homeland and mother…
SCHEFER
OLGA
Oh my God, I see exactly what he was talking about! The outlines of the tambourine that rolled on him from the audience…
SCHEFER
Did he tell you that the tambourine rolled on him from the audience?
OLGA
Yes, Klaus… And shortly before that, on the street of Cologne, he saw his grandmother, the shaman Tatma, who threw herself under the wheels of a taxi…
SCHEFER
(excitedly)
What did you say? Shaman under wheels?
OLGA
Yes, at that moment we were talking on phone, but suddenly he was speechless…
SCHEFER
Then look at that! You see the dent on the hood of the taxi where your husband was. It is outlined. This is a dent from a person about a meter fifty tall.
OLGA
A dent from a ghost?
SCHEFER
I don’t know how the dent appeared. But partial materialization is obvious. This seems to be an unfinished tulpa…
OLGA
What is… tulpa?
SCHEFER
The materialized embodiment of thought, a visible and tangible image created by the imagination.
OLGA
Klaus, I’m getting scared… Today, after the explosion in the subway, a six-year-old girl came to me in the hospital. She survived by a miracle. Parents were killed rightaway, and she got away with a few scratches. Then xenoglossy began, she camloughed, you won’t not believe, Klaus, in the voice of Andrey’s grandmother - shaman Tatma! This was confirmed by my mother-in-law when I sent her the record. But Tatma died almost thirty years ago!
SCHEFER
And what was the meaning of the rituals?
OLGA
The point is that Andrey should not sow lawlessness in a place of power to build a radio telescope on the sacred mountain of Tamgaly-Tas.
SCHEFER
Then this can also explain the visions that your husband had in Cologne.
OLGA
It turns out so… But I still don’t know what was reported during the second seizure of xenoglossy. I had to return to the clinic with Glotov’s assistant today because of this… I have a record…
SCHEFER
Did you go to the center with Glotov’s assistant?
OLGA
Yes.
SCHEFER
Why with her?
OLGA
In recent days she has made friends with me. She is an unstable person, but I decided that it is better in the interests of my husband to make friends with the assistant, well, Glotov’s mistress. We were together in a spa-salon, when I was called to the clinic. She took me there in the official car…
SCHEFER
Did she go with you to the child?
OLGA
Yes, I took her with me to the ward.
SCHEFER
Olga, did you manage to tell her that during the seizure, the deceased shaman broadcast through the lips of the girl?
OLGA
Only in general terms.
SCHEFER
Olga, do you understand that you put a child in mortal danger?
Olga's phone rings.
OLGA
Sorry, Klaus…
(further in Russian)
Hello, I'm listening.
ILYA SEMENOVICH’S VOICE
(on phone, in a crying tone)
Olga Petrovna, we have a new emergency.
OLGA
What happened, Ilya Semenovich?
ILYA SEMENOVICH’S VOICE
(on phone)
I was told that in an hour a linear control was coming to us, I went as usual through procedural and wards, and then I saw Masha, lying unconscious on the floor of the ward of your little girl, a tray lying next to her, and a syringe with some brown drug was found there in the corner… We have never had such drugs!
OLGA
What are you saying, Ilya Semenovich? Is Masha unconscious…? Brown drug?
ILYA SEMENOVICH’S VOICE
(on phone)
Come urgently, Olga Petrovna… The control will arrive in an hour. And we’ll be in big trouble with you. Masha doesn’t remember anything, just shouts some nonsense about an old woman and a crow… Olga Petrovna, I beg you to come!
OLGA
What's up with the baby?
ILYA SEMENOVICH’S VOICE
(on phone)
Under the dropper. Lies quietly. Come soon, please…
OLGA
Okay, I'm going.
Olga turns off the phone.
OLGA
(continues in English)
I should go to the clinic immediately. A nurse fainted in the room of my little patient, and a syringe with a brown preparation was found next to her…
SCHEFER
Was the color brown?
OLGA
Yes, it was brown… How did it get there?
SCHEFER
Olga, I know only one brown drug - tetraethyl phosphate. This is a potent poisonous substance that becomes brown if within half an hour after depressurization of the ampoule it doesn’t enter the bloodstream.
OLGA
What? Poison?
Schefer's face becomes very stern.
SCHEFER
I have to go with you. It seems, I guess whose handiwork this thing is…
OLGA
Good, but you have to call the police.
SCHEFER
No need for the police. When we get to the place, I’ll inform my colleagues from the Ukrainian bureau of Interpol about this. But only they and nobody else, agreed?
OLGA
OK… and…?
SCHEFER
Hurry up.
NAT. KIEV. EVENING.
Olga and Schefer leave the entrance of Olga’s house and quickly walk to Schefer’s car, sit down, the car drives off the house. Schefer's car rides around the ci
NAT. TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. PREDAWN HOURS.
ANDREY is lying on the ground crown to crown with a hermit Melchizedek, who finishes his story.
ANDREY
…Here is an ideal place to observe trans neptune objects…
MELCHIZEDEK
Ideal place, you say? You are right about this, here is a "place of power", but understand that it doesn’t need technical facilities. Does it surprise you that the spirits spoke, that the shaman Tatma, your grandmother, appears to you every day? But these are not jokes! Tamgaly-Tas connects the Upper and Lower Worlds. Understand, Tamgaly-Tas is nothing more than the "navel of the Earth" - a portal to other dimensions. The messengers of Veles and their head, Presbyter John, who is also the king of Berendey, knew all such places on Earth. At the same time, no more than eight magicians on the planet can possess this knowledge, I am one of them. To us, eight, the secrets of all the world's beliefs are revealed, we hear the gods, spirits and demons of all religions and peoples at the same time. So, closing the window from the Upper World into the Lower with the reflecting mirror of the telescope in Tamgaly-Tas means to lock the spirits of the Earth, to break their connection with Tengri, or Ahura-Mazda, or Rod, he is also Sabaoth! And then the angry spirits will break out, and a terrible thing will happen. In order to understand and feel the “third force”, you need to perform the sacred rite ghoroo, which is bypassing all the nearby mountains with images of Buddha and Bodhisattvs, followed by ascent to the top of Tamgaly-Tas.
Andrey listens to Melchizedek, and his thoughts are carried away into the distance, to the heights in the sky…
ANDREY
I'm ready. Are we setting off right now?
MELCHIZEDEK
No, now you need to head home to Kapshaghay. Important news is waiting for you there.
ANDREY
News? What news?
MELCHIZEDEK
I don’t have to tell you this. Therefore, go home to your mother, then return here at noon and set off on a winding path. Before that, you should prepare for the ritual – chant, even in your dream chant the mantra: “Aan Ayyhyt Betteh k;r;n Michik gein gera Dyaralyk”
Andrey hardly tries to repeat after Melchizedek the syllables of the mantra.
ANDREY
(embarrassed)
But what should I do, Father Evmeny told me to read the Jesus prayer, then Bolot Lama advised to read the mantra "Om mani padme hum" …So how can I be?
MELCHIZEDEK
In this case, you may read any of the three. Listen to what your heart tells you. Now rise from the earth. Let's go.
Andrey follows Melchizedek to a small hill, where a large white statue of an elephant stands. Bells, amulets and blue ribbons are hanging on the sculpture. A huge tambourine appear in the hands of Melchizedek. Melhisedek starts to bang the drum uttering some spells in an unknown language, and his mallet as if strikes sparks of flame from each blow, with which the hermit sprinkles the elephant sculpture, making the blue ribbons flash and burn and fly high into the dawn sky…
Having completed camloughing, exhausted with ecstasy, the shaman sits on the ground.
MELCHIZEDEK
(in a hoarse voice, panting)
Spirits favor you. Your path is strewn with lotus petals…
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
Schefer's car rushes after spetsnaz ambulane "first aid".
INT. SCHEFER'S CAR SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
Schefer calls Chloe.
CHLOE
(voice on phone, speaks English)
Klaus, securities of three gold miners bought by a mysterious broker, have just been sold through the NYSE! They were sold by the same Panamanian offshore hedge fund that bought them in London yesterday. Interpol has failed to identify the physical location of the broker so far. But just in case, I decided to continue watching the blonde…
SCHEFER
That's right, Chloe. Everything is extremely difficult with your blonde - she looks like the wife of astrophysicist Yevtushenko Olga, like two drops of water, I talked to her just now. Do you understand?
INT. HOTEL ROOM. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
CHLOE
No, now I certainly don’t understand anything…
INT. VEHICLE INTERIOR. BROOKLYN. NEW YORK CITY. DAY.
Chloe finds a profile of Olga Evtushenko on Facebook, looks at her face, compares it with a still image of the blonde from the strip club called Svetlana.
CHLOE
Wow! Fuck!
At the same time, a slight shadow of unconscious jealousy runs through Chloe's face…
INT. NATIONAL BUREAU OF INTERPOL in UKRAINE. KIEV. NIGHT.
COLONEL, Valentin’s colleague, looking at the large monitor hanging in front of him, watches the movement of the red dot - the movement of the car along the streets of Kiev. With one hand he presses headphones to his ear. Colonel reports to VALENTINE on the speakerphone.
COLONEL
Goes on the navigator with Evtushenko’s wife to the clinic of post-shock rehabilitation…
VALENTIN
(by speakerphone)
Didn’t tell you why?
COLONEL
Not yet.
VALENTIN
(by speakerphone)
What are they talking about?
COLONEL
Who can understand their English… At first he spoke about his uncle, a learned SS man…
VALENTIN
(by speakerphone)
Yes, it is sobering to support the legend.
COLONEL
Then he shuffled about shamans and magical powers.
VALENTIN
(speakerphone, ironic)
It would be better to tell the whole truth about his grandfather Stirlitz.
COLONEL
I don’t know. But he knows how to play head games.
NAT. KIEV. MIDNIGHT.
Schefer's car drove up to the clinic building and post-shock rehabilitation. OLGA and Schefer get out of the car.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. MIDNIGHT.
Accompanied by SCHEFER, OLGA, walks quickly along the corridor of the clinic. Olga literally bursts into the manager’s office, followed by Schefer at the office door. Apart from ILYA SEMENOVICH there is a fat blubbering NURSE.
OLGA
Hello, Ilya Semenovich.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Hello, Olga Petrovna.
OLGA
What happened?
The head glances toward Schefer.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(timidly, frightened)
Sorry, but who is this?
OLGA
Klaus Schefer is my colleague from Germany. Forensic psychologist.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Forensic scientist?
OLGA
Yes. He flew in today to help his colleagues sort out the consequences of the metro explosion.
(to Schefer)
Come in, Klaus.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(mutters)
Ah, I see…
OLGA
So what happened?
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(nods to the nurse)
And you ask her yourself…
OLGA
(to the nurse)
Why did you faint, and what drug was in the syringe?
A nervously trembling nurse literally shrinks into a tight little ball, as if walls were about to collapse on her.
OLGA
You should calm down and remember everything. What happened before you entered the patient in the ward?
The nurse shakes her head…
NURSE
(stuttering)
Nothing… nothing…
OLGA
You entered her ward to make an injection. What drug did you fill the syringe with?
NURSE
(stuttering)
Diphenhydramine, as you said… I filled the syringe in the afternoon…
OLGA
After that, did the syringe remain on the tray?
NURSE
Yes.
OLGA
Ampoule preserved?
NURSE
(stuttering)
Yes, of course… Here…
A nurse points to the Ilya Semenovich’s table, where an ampulla of diphenhydramine lies next to a brown syringe on a tray. Olga is going to pick up an ampoule and a syringe, but here Schefer stops her.
SCHEFER
(in English)
Don’t touch. This needs to be examined, it is possible in our bureau.
OLGA
(turns to the nurse)
Why did you faint?
In response, the nurse instantly falls into hysteria, trying to use gestures and grimaces to portray someone, obviously an old woman's face, and then a flying crow…
OLGA
I'm sorry, what? Once again… What did you see there?
NURSE
(sobbing)
Uuuuuuuu… old… old woman… iiiiiiii… crow… caw-caw… black…
OLGA
An old woman, a crow…? Masha, Masha, explain? Have you seen anyone in the ward?
The nurse just whimpers and covers her face with her hands…
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Olga Petrovna, tell me, please, and who was the young lady with whom you came today when you were again called to the patient?
OLGA
(hesitantly)
Mmm… my intern.
The nurse nods affirmatively, continuing to be in a state of near hysteria.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(looking at the syringe and ampoule)
What do we do with this? They’re coming any minute.
OLGA
(in a calm tone)
Let me take this from you, and Mr. Schefer will help his Kiev colleagues conduct a quick examination of the drug.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(tearfully)
Of course, Olga Petrovna. And make sure no one finds it out…
(in a conspiratorial half-whisper, nodding to the nurse)
What to do with her? They are about to arrive…
OLGA
Give her a double dose of sedative. And take her to the nurse's station. Let her sleep until morning. And, if anything, you can say to the linear control that poor thing is weary with the victims.
A landline phone rings in the clinic’s corridor on the post of the nurse on duty. The nurse picks up the phone.
DUTY NURSE
Neurological department.
FEMALE VOICE
(on phone, mincingly)
Hello. This is television, the night news is bothering you. Please tell me, are there fatal cases among the survived victims of the terrorist attack?
DUTY NURSE
No, there are no fatal ones. We don’t have any seriously ill patients.
FEMALE VOICE
(on phone)
Well, thank God, at least you’re doing well. And is the girl, who miraculously escaped, feeling fine?
DUTY NURSE
Seemingly, yes, sleeping. Should I call for our director, he will tell you better…
FEMALE VOICE
(on phone)
Oh no, no… Goodbye.
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. MIDNIGHT.
EVELINA hangs up while in bed with GLOTOV.
GLOTOV
So what?
Evelina doesn’t know what to answer. Her lips tremble.
GLOTOV
(with malice threatening to turn into rage)
Is she alive and well? Does she continue to comlough? Or what?
EVELINA
It seems that yes… But I did everything, I filled the entire ampoule in the syringe. The nurse was supposed to inject… was about to inject…
GLOTOV
(tough, wickedly)
Should it be or was it going to?
EVELINA
(in a squeaky tone)
I don’t know what happened, Askoldich…
Glotov grabs Evelina by the throat.
GLOTOV
(with barely restrained rage)
If you exposed yourself, I’ll make you lose interest in life - because of its absence.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. MIDNIGHT.
The DUTY NURSE runs into the office of the head of the department Ilia Semenovich. There are OLGA and SCHEFER.
DUTY NURSE
Ilya Semenovich, called from television, asked if we had any deaths among the victims in the subway…
ILYA SEMENOVICH
And to hell with them… They are only interested in lethal. Don't talk to the press anymore. Tell, the department has forbidden.
DUTY NURSE
Got it.
The nurse disappears from the office.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(to Olga)
Don’t forget to pick it up.
The head with disgust points to the syringe.
SCHEFER
( speaks Russian)
Need to put in the package.
Looking tiredly at Schefer, the manager takes a plastic bag from a drawer and hands it to Olga. Olga, not touching the syringe and ampoule, knocks them over from the tray into the bag, puts the bag in her bag, and then goes from the office out into the corridor; Schefer leaves the room after her.
OLGA
Klaus, I’ll take a look at the girl, but you wait for me here.
SCHEFER
Okay.
Olga opens the door and enters the room. The ward is lit by a dim night light. DASHA lies motionless under the dropper, with her eyes closed. Olga sits down nearby, carefully takes the child’s hand, looking at the wristwatch, measures her pulse…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. MIDNIGHT.
GLOTOV nervously paces the bedroom, and talks with someone on phone.
GLOTOV
Get the group ready. Urgently.
Evelina huddles in a corner of the bed and trembles with all her body…
GLOTOV
(Evelina)
And you get ready, go with them.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. MIDNIGHT.
SCHAFFER is in the corridor, somebody calls him on phone.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone, speaking in English)
Klaus, this is Valentine. Are you still awake?
SCHEFER
(smiling)
No, Valentine. I’m working.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
What are you…?
SCHEFER
(quiet)
Yes, Valentine, I’m in the clinic with the wife of our person involved. While we were talking at her house, someone tried to give a fatal injection to her patient, a six-year-old girl. This girl miraculously escaped today during the explosion in the subway.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Did the terrorists get into the hospital? And where are you?
SCHEFER
They are not terrorists. An urgent need to conduct a laboratory analysis of the drug. It seems that we are already on live bait.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
You want to say Glotov wanted to poison the girl? For what reason?
SCHEFER
Mysticism again, Valentine.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Okay, Klaus, I can’t help but trust your intuition, but it all reminds me a movie for teenagers… True, I remember how you guessed it right with your intuition and found that counterfeiter in Berlin who took us for a ride for two years… It seems that there was a lot of mysticism,too…
SCHEFER
(smiles)
It wasn’t mysticism; it was just tricks.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Do you want to conduct an examination right now?
SCHEFER
Yes, as soon as possible.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Okay, I’ll give the laboratory a command, our forensics are on duty around the clock. Will you go now?
SCHEFER
Yes, together with Frau Evtushenko.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
So, did you talk with Herr Yevtushenko?
SCHEFER
No, he is now far away, in Kazakhstan.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Ahaa… So, you and his beautiful wife ride at night in clinics and crime laboratories? Very romantic…
SCHEFER
What can we do, this is my work…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone, laughing)
We have a harmful work, Klaus, very harmful… Okay, Klaus, go with her to the laboratory. If anything, call me anytime.
SCHEFER
Thank you, Valentine.
Schefer turns off the phone.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
In the ward "819" OLGA goes to the open window to close it. Closing it, on the windowsill she discovers a black feather. Olga lifts the feather, carefully examines it, then with the feather in her hand rushes to the door…
DASHA’S VOICE
Om mani padme hum…
DASHA
Om mani padme hum…
For some time, Olga continues to stand near the child’s bed, as if spellbound, waiting for the mysterious syllables to be repeated again, but the girl is silent.
DASHA
(whispering)
Aan Ayyhyt Betteh k;r;n Michik geun Dyaralyk…
After standing for a few seconds next to the girl, Olga, feline softly walking on the floor, leaves the room. In the corridor, she rushes to Schefer and shows him a feather.
OLGA
It seems like a crow feather!
SCHEFER
It looks like a crow.
OLGA
So the crow really flew into the room when the nurse with the injection came in. But what about the old woman she portrayed? Where did the old woman come from? So the crow and the shaman are related things?
SCHEFER
Materialization of the dead shaman? Nothing can be ruled out in this story.
OLGA
And yet, a moment ago, the girl pronounced these words, and in her children's own voice.
Olga switches the voice recorder on, when she and Schefer go down the hall to the elevator.
OLGA
Listen, Klaus.
“OM MANI PADME HUM” a child’s voice sounds from the recorder twice, and the phrase “AAN AYYY;YT BETTECH K;R;N MICHIK GYN DARALYK” is heard next.
SCHEFER
The meaning of the last words I have to make out, don’t understand, it is rather a Turkic dialect. And the mantra "Om mani padme hum" is well known to me. This is the main prayer of the great Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, which every Buddhist must repeat an infinite number of times. Usually it is translated like this: "Oh, the jewel in the lotus". But this is a primitive interpretation.
Schefer and Olga go into the elevator, click on the button. Changing the buttons that light up indicates that you are going down.
SCHEFER
The syllable "Om" symbolizes the body of the Buddha. The syllable "Mani" is an idea of pure wisdom that fulfills desires. The syllable "Padme" is associated with the lotus - a symbol of the method of cognition. And the last syllable “Hum” is the body of truth, which the practitioner seeks to gain. The mantra "Om mani padme hum " speaks of an inextricable union between a man and the universe.
The elevator is already reaching the first floor and the doors open.
SCHEFER
But Orthodox Christians have a similar prayer practice, “smart doing”, although the meaning of prayer is completely different. However, according to the technique of austerities, the Buddhist "tkhama" and the Christian "skhima" are very close in many ways.
OLGA
Klaus, for a policeman you have an unusually extensive knowledge.
SCHEFER
(smiles, then in a serious tone)
I’ve just agreed on the expertise with the laboratory. They are waiting for us. You need to know what is in the syringe. If this is evidence, then rather evidence against Glotov…
(a short pause)
You are very tired, Olga, I can take you home. I’ll go alone to the expertise.
OLGA
Yes, I'm incredibly tired. My car is parked here next to the clinic. I can sit in it and go home. But it is very important for me to know what kind of drug is in the syringe. Therefore, Klaus, I am going with you.
INT. SCHEFER’S CARE SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
In Schefer’s car Olga sends an audio message from her phone, then says to Schefer…
OLGA
I just sent a new record to Kapshaghay to my husband’s phone so that my mother in law translates the last sentence from Kypchak Skog. Though it is almost morning there… I wonder if Andrey has returned home…
Olga dials a number.
OLGA
Saule Mazhitovna, good morning, haven’t I woken you up?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
No, daughter. I'm not sleeping, I'm waiting for Andrey. I’ve already listened to what you sent me. This is all serious. Shaman Tatma, my mom, is trying through this girl to send Andrey on the path of piety, or angry spirits will not forgive his encroachments on the "place of power". I think that soon he will understand everything and change his plans to build a telescope in Tamgaly-Tas.
OLGA
Thank you, Saule Mazhitovna. Have Andrey call me when he returns…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA’S VOICE
(on phone)
He will definitely call you, daughter.
FOURTH EPISODÅ
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
There is a gloomy activity in the backyard of the villa. PEOPLE IN DARK COSTUMES are loading some oblong objects resembling a sheathed firearm into a black SUV and a minivan with tinted windows. Something similar to a grenade launcher also flickers.
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
In one of the rooms of the villa, decorated in an oriental style, GLOTOV, looking somewhere into the void, asks Evelina, cowering in an armchair in the far corner of the room.
GLOTOV
Do you remember the name of the nurse?
EVELINA
Yes, I remember. Masha, Maria.
GLOTOV
Everyone who knows about the syringe should disappear. Even if you didn’t leave any fingertips, it’s all the same evidence against me, indirect, but evidence. You can’t touch the girl yet. Otherwise, we will scare off the astronomer with his beauty. As for the guest from Germany, I have not been given any information yet. And your pictures are a piece of shit. All from the back. How can this work? Ah?! If everything is done cleanly, in the morning I’m flying to Alma - Ata. The situation needs to be controlled on the spot…
EVELINA
Am I staying here? Alone?
GLOTOV
Alone, alone… You have to make the girl say what we need, understand?!
EVELINA
( in a crying tone)
How can i do this? How?! She is camloughing in some fucking language! She carries shamanistic nonsense not in her own voice…
GLOTOV
(rabidly yells)
But from this shamanistic nonsense, the future of all humanity — my future - is under attack! You understand? The girl under the guise of a hostage of terrorists should be taken to a hut on chicken legs, and then be forced to say what we need! Do you understand?!
EVELINA
When she has these seizures, then she camloughs… How can you make her? This is uncontrollable!
GLOTOV
(growls)
So, listen to me: during the night you will learn Kypchak and you will camlough yourself, and your compassionate Olya will be quickly forced to send messages to her mother-in-law when they begin to remove skin from the girl right in front of her eyes… And from her,too! And also from you! Do you understand?!
EVELINA
(squeals hysterically)
Askolditch, how can I learn in one night?! Tell me how?! Askoldych, have you lost your mind?
From fear, Evelina cringed in her chair to the size of a mouse…
GLOTOV
(sharply lowering his tone, as if talking to himself)
Have lost my mind, you say…? Who knows, maybe you're right, E-ve-li-nà…
Turning his face to Evelina and smiling thoughtfully, Glotov, turning netsuke with his fingers of one hand behind his back, points the second hand to Evelina with a gesture of a gun, and makes a sound: “POOH!”
GLOTOV
(grumbles)
But only what to do with this Hans…? I didn’t have enough chances here… Do you hear, Lina, last night I had a very strange dream…
EVELINA
(mumbles in fright)
What kind of dream?
GLOTOV
Here is it. At first, I was, I don’t know where, choosing a bride for myself. There were many brides, all naked, there were some strange outfits hiding their faces on their heads…
FLASHBACK. ANIMATION COMBINED WITH NATURAL FRAMES.
Muddy scraps of what Glotov describes further…
GLOTOV
I especially didn’t like one of them, her face was covered with a mask in the form of a small skull of an animal, big ears were sticking out from under it, and her head was shaved baldly… Then I ended up lying in bed in some darkened room, a woman who I couldn't really see was actively crawling up to me… She started to kiss me somehow in a terribly unpleasant way, I pulled away, and then I see: this is the same eared ugly, shaven-headed, but already without a mask… However, I still decided to fuck her, since she came on to me herself. But she immediately slipped out from under me and began to writhe in some kind of hysterical laugh… I was scared: her shaved head was disgusting, with deep and furrowed wrinkles on her skull, like a century old man. Then the eared calmed down, sat in bed, and began to talk sweetly with me about something. And a light bulb behind her, kind of a night light is on, and this makes her huge ears shine through. Then I look, she has one eye socket that shines through. I think, how is it: turns out she has a hole in her nape, and from there light breaks through her eye…?
CONTINUED FLASHBACK. In facial features, we guess the resemblance to Olga.
GLOTOV
I look: and she doesn’t have eyes at all, there is a foil instead of them, matt one, as a parchment, with painted tattoos. Then she raises her head, straightens, and the eye sockets with films become bigger and bigger, expand, become palm-like, like aliens… And then I understand - this is a robot! In fear, I run out of the room and run along the deck of a huge yacht, and it is night, the ocean is around, not a soul… But she chases after me, catches up, grabs me with an iron grip, and then I wake up in a cold sweat and think: who am I? And I answer myself: I am a multibillion mafia of single cells, collectively concerned about the construction and the sense of living together… Mmmm-yes, that's what I think about at the moment…
END OF FLASHBACK.
Evelina, who meekly listens to Glotov’s story, doesn’t say a word in response. At that moment the MAN IN A DARK SUIT enters the room.
MAN IN DARK SUIT
(reports grimly)
Radomir Askoldovich, the group is ready.
GLOTOV
(hastily, toughly)
So listen carefully. Do not leave witnesses. Nobody. None. Eliminate everyone who sees you. Stripping should be complete. Look for the syringe. This is the main thing. Shout, as loud as possible, something like: "Death to the enemies of Al-Darooji!" Take the girl under the guise of a hostage. If there is an astronomer’s wife, do not touch her, let her go. Take the child to the hut. Take this one there.
(points with a nod to Åvelina)
She’ll camlough instead of the girl. You’ll receive further instructions by telephone.
(in a whisper)
If she panics, hide her under moss. Clear?
MAN IN DARK SUIT
Yes, sir.
GLOTOV
Don’t forget spades…
MAN IN DARK SUIT
Yes, sir.
Evelina, listening to the conversation, can’t hear all the words, but judging by the expression on her face, she already understands that she is in mortal danger…
GLOTOV
(turns to Evelina)
Don’t waste your time.
Glotov scowls at the space. A fierce grimace distorts his face.
GLOTOV
(yells)
Surf the Internet, find Kypchak kamlanie. Learn by heart! What the fuck are you lolling?
Glotov throws a statuette of a shaman at Evelina, who jumps from her chair. Evelina manages to evade, netsuke falls into the upper marble slab of the fireplace and smashes into smithereens… Glotov looks at pieces of ivory scattered on an expensive oak floor.
GLOTOV
(yells)
Clean it immediately!
A broom glides along an expensive oak floor, collecting netsuke fragments on a scoop. Evelina's trembling hand carries the fragments into a special mechanical waste bin. Evelina's hand presses the button, the machine instantly grinds the fragments into dust.
NAT. BACKYARD. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
PEOPLE IN DARK SUITS finish their preparations by throwing a pair of shovels into the trunk of a minivan and a black SUV…
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. EARLY MORNING.
Andrei, who returned from Tamgaly-Tas, with a semi-detached expression on his face, sits in a lotus position on an old sofa next to his mother Saule Mazhitovna and, apparently, this is not the first time that he has been listening to the recordings of the girl’s kamlanies on speakerphone from a telephone lying nearby.
ANDREY
(mutters)
Incredible. An explosion in Kiev subway, a miraculously escaping girl, Grandma TATMA’s voice, then Olga records it and sends here…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Home has he come. He won’t anger eezi- spirits, but he will pay the tribute to the Heaven. For he is chosen to serve the Heaven.
ANDREY
Who is she talking about?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
About you, son.
ANDREY
About me? In what sense?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
In direct. For this you’ve come here. For this, Tatma has been coming to you all these days. And in Kiev she came to your wife through the girl.
ANDREY
Why to her?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Because you are a husband and a wife - you are one. But remember: it is dangerous for a mere mortal to talk with the ghost of a dead shaman. This can deplorably affect his mind. It is enough that you saw her with your own eyes, and you saw her with a tambourine, and so you held the beater in your hands… Therefore, to tell you the main thing, she chose a girl. Spirits saved the girl in the metro during the explosion, and the soul of the shaman Tatma, your grandmother, entered her…
Andrey is silent for some time.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Now sleep and get ready for the rite. The holy people took on you…
Andrey barely hears the last words of his mother. Sitting on the couch, he’s fallen to his side and is already sleeping. Saule Mazhitovna carefully covers his son with a blanket. At that time Andrey’s phone rings. This is Olga’s call. Saule Mazhitovna answers the phone.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
I’m listening to you, daughter.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Hasn’t Andrey come back?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
He has returned, but he is already asleep…
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Why didn’t he call me?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
It's my fault, I talked his head off, we listened to the records that you sent. It seems that he is beginning to understand something. In a few hours he will wake up, and by noon he will go to the "place of power" to perform the "ghoroo" rite.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
What to perform?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Ghoroo - the rite of veneration: clockwise he will bypass Tamgaly-Tas, and to the top then rise.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
I see.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Call later, daughter. If Andrey wakes up, he will answer you.
INT. LABORATORY OF CRIMINALISTIC EXAMINATION OF THE MIA. KIEV.NIGHT.
OLGA
Okay, Saule Mazhitovna.
OLGA disconnects the phone, upset that she could not talk to her husband. SCHEFER is in the far corner of the laboratorie, next to the EXPERT sitting behind the instruments. Olga comes up to Schefer.
SCHEFER
(in English)
We’ll get the result soon.
NAT. STREETS OF TOWN. KIEV. NIGHT.
A black SUV and a minivan rush through the night city. PEOPLE IN DARK CLOTHES are in the minivan. People in dark clothes are also sitting in the SUV.
INT. MINIVAN SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
EVELINA is in the back seat next to one of them. She looks like hell, very tense…
INT. CRIMINALISTIC EXAMINATION LABORATORY. BUILDING OF MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
EXPERT
A warfare agent is in the syringe, it is tetraethyl phosphate. It is known for not leaving traces in the body of the victim. And here is the ampoule from Diphenhydramine. In this case, the syringe also has a small admixture of diphenhydramine. It follows that the attacker emptied the syringe with diphenhydramine, but not to the end, apparently in a hurry, and immediately filled it with tetraethyl phosphate. The fingerprints on the ampoule and on the syringe belong one person – presumably a woman.
OLGA and SCHEFER look at each other. They speak English.
OLGA
These are fingerprints of the nurse, but it can be ruled out right away. So, Evelina filled the syringe without leaving a trace.
Olga is looking somewhere into space, trying to remember something…
FLASHBACK. INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. MIDNIGHT.
The DUTY NURSE runs into the manager’s office.
DUTY NURSE
Ilya Semenovich, they have just called from television, asked if we had any deaths among the victims of the explosion in the metro…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. CRIMINALISTIC EXAMINATION LABORATORY. BUILDING OF MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
OLGA
I'm sure they already know that the girl is alive. They will make a new attempt to liquidate her. Klaus, we urgently need to take the child’s ward and the entire neurology department under guard. Immediately!
SCHEFER
I'm calling Valentine.
Schefer dials a phone number.
SCHEFER
Valentine, I'm sorry for keeping you awake. We’ve found tetraethyl phosphate in the syringe - they wanted to kill the girl. Don’t laugh, but it seems that the “third force” saved the child. Glotov probably knows everything, and that the syringe could get into someone's hands. He really doesn’t like to leave evidence, even indirect, so he will send his thugs there to cover up the tracks. So we have a chance to take his gang red-handed. It is necessary to provide a cover group. But we can’t take the girl under guard openly, we’ll scare Glotov off…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone, speaks English)
Good, Klaus. Do orderlies fit?
SCHEFER
Oh sure. Orderlies - excellent!
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Okey, Klaus.
Olga is clearly outraged by what she heard.
OLGA
And why can’t you take the ward under guard openly?
SCHEFER
We’ll scare Glotov off.
OLGA
So that the people of Glotov act as if no one knows about them?
SCHEFER
Yes.
OLGA
Klaus, do you use a child as a bait?
SCHEFER
We need evidence against Glotov.
OLGA
What does evidence mean? It turns out that Glotov’s people will make a new attempt on the child?
SCHEFER
Well, not quite like that… No one will have time to harm the girl…
OLGA
Do you understand that the child’s psyche won’t stand the second shock in a day?
SCHEFER
I understand, but we should not miss the opportunity to catch Glotov in the act…
OLGA
And you are so well versed in the world religions and talk about spiritual topics… I didn't think you are just an ordinary COP!
Olga looks at Klaus with contempt.
OLGA
I'm going to the clinic! I have to take the girl home!
Having said that, Olga jumps out of the laboratory into the corridors of MIA building.
SCHEFER
(yells after her)
You mustn’t do this, Olga! Where are you going?
Schefer also jumps out into the corridor. He looks around, and cannot understand where Olga has disappeared. Meanwhile Olga goes down in the elevator and runs to the exit of the building.
NAT. AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE BUILDING OF MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
Going out into the street, OLGA immediately stops the first passing car and leaves…
INT. BUILDING OF MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
SPECIALISTS wear white robes over bulletproof vests and hide short-barreled weapons under them.
NAT. BACKYARD OF BUILDING OF MIA KIEV. NIGHT.
Commandoes get into the ambulance carriage. SCHEFER runs up to them.
SCHEFER
(speaks Russian)
You ride, I will follow you (Vi iyeszhaite uzhe, ia budu iyeszhat za vami) …
In the internal parking lot of the building of MIA, Schefer sits in the black sedan, drives it, the car drives through the checkpoint, passes the barrier following the "ambulance" of the special forces…
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
A black SUV and a minivan at a frantic speed cut through the night air, and after a minute they stop abruptly near the clinic building and post-shock rehabilitation. A group of Glotov militants in dark suits jump out of the minivan. After a moment, they are already in the backyard of the clinic. Olga drives up to the clinic in a passing car and rushes into the building through the main entrance.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
On the staircase near the elevators, a WOMAN in a white coat and with curly hair styling tells ILYA SEMENOVICH off, who is the head of the department.
WOMAN WITH CURLY HAIR STYLING
(in a prescriptive tone)
It’s not good that the nurses in your workplace are sleeping, this is not the order, but given the situation… Ilya Semenovich, tomorrow is also not an easy day, new ones will probably be brought to us, you’d better go home, it’s night now. You too have to rest, you are not a young man any more…
ILYA SEMENOVICH
Soon I'll go… Goodbye, Ekaterina Vasilievna.
Woman with curly hair styling enters the elevator. The elevator doors close, and at the same moment OLGA jumps out of the next elevator.
ILYA SEMENOVICH
(surprised)
What are you doing here at such time, Olga Petrovna?
OLGA
(on the run)
Ilya Semenovich, I’ll tell you a little later. First, I’ll see how is the girl.
Olga quickly walks to the ward "819", opens the door, looks at the child. The girl lies under a dropper; it seems she is sleeping. Olga quietly passes into the room, constantly looking back at the door. Olga detaches the dropper from the girl’s hand, gently stroking the girl’s forehead. The child remains with her eyes closed. Olga takes the girl in her arms and heads for the door… TWO GLOTOV’S MILITANTS with camouflage masks on their faces equipped with headsets for operational communications, stealthily go up the stairs; The THIRD MILITANT sits in the service elevator, presses the button "8".
AT. FACADE OF THE CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
The FOURTH MILITANT in a camouflage mask scrambles with climbing equipment on the fire escape to the roof…
INT. BLACK SUV SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
Glotov’s militants report to the boss through special communications.
MILITANT
The group entered the building.
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
GLOTOV looks at the computer monitor in his bunker.
GLOTOV
I can see.
A plan of the 8th floor of the clinic is shown on the computer monitor in the bunker: glowing dots show the location of the people of Glotov. YOUNG PROGRAMMERS and a STOOPED MAN with glasses help Glotov keep track of the operation.
INT. BLACK SUV SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
A militant, who is a jeep driver, looks at the night sky through windshield.
SUV DRIVER
(mutters)
It seems the thunderstorm begins…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
OLGA with Dasha in her arms is about to leave the chamber into the corridor, however, understands that it will be difficult for her to move quickly with a six-year-old child in her arms. She slowly lowers the baby, puts her on her legs.
OLGA
(affectionately)
Wake up baby. We have to walk just a little bit, and then you'll continue to sleep…
Girl gets on feet, but doesn’t open her eyes. For some time she stands motionless.
DASHA
(whispering)
Aan Ayyhyt Betteh k;r;n Michik geun Dyaralyk…
Olga looks at the child, then warily looks around. Outside the window, peals of thunder are heard again. A strong gust of wind opens a window not fully closed in the ward, the ward gets lit up with flashes of lightning, rain starts to pour the floor… ILYA SEMENOVICH, the head of the department, is trying to close the window flap that opened from a gust of wind in his office. Then he takes an umbrella out of his briefcase, then again looks at what is happening outside the window, sighs tiredly and sits down at his desk, preferring to wait out the thunderstorm in his office. Patients of the clinic woke up in the wards. Thunder rumbles are like bombs. Anxiety is noticeable on the faces of the patients. The only one who does not hear thunder is a fat NURSE, who, under the influence of sleeping pills, continues to sleep peacefully in the nurse’s station… The MILITANT, having climbed the fire escape on to the roof, mounts climbing equipment on the roof under the streams of rain. TWO OTHER MILITANTS are blocking the 8th floor from the side of staircase. In their hands they have a short-barreled automatic weapon with silencers.
NAT. INTERNAL YARD CLINIC POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
Rain is getting worse. An ambulance car drives into the clinic backyard through the service gate, TWO CORPSMEN get out of it and carry a PSEUDO-VICTIM inside the building on a stretcher; FOUR PSEUDO-CORPSMEN get out the car, the two of which are scattered around the clinic’s backyard… One of Glotov’s militants left the service elevator on the 8th floor and is already in the corridor of the neurological department… OLGA, taking the GIRL by the hand, opens the door and peeps out into the corridor.
DASHA
(whispering)
Om mani padme hum…
In a twilight of the corridor, Olga sees a dark figure of a gunman in a mask with weapons in his hands. In fear, Olga doesn’t know what to do, the gunman approaches the post of the NURSE ON DUTY, who reads the book and doesn’t notice his approach… At that moment the girl unexpectedly shakes her head, blonde hair falls on her forehead…
DASHA
(guttural old woman's voice)
Ar rrr… kkkkmmmm… krrrr… aryyyyy…… kkkkkmmmm…
A strong rumble of thunder is heard outside the window.
NAT. STEPPE. ROCKS. NIGHT.
In the cosmic gloom, for a moment, the TATMA shaman flashes with a tambourine in her hand, and the wind around her shakes thousands of colorful ribbons, and now one can hear either the blows of a tambourine or the peals of thunder…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
MILITANT
(speaks through his teeth)
Where did you hide the syringe? Spit it out, bespectacled bastard!
Half-rising from the chair, ILYA SEMENOVICH looks at the masked man who has aimed at him, and he’s silent. At the same moment, the militant’s head lights up with a halo, and then hisses loudly and begins to swirl with blue smoke in front of the chief’s eyes. In dying convulsions, the militant falls on the threshold of the cabinet. The chief, goes limp in a semi-faint, sinks into his chair…
INT. ELEVATOR. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
CORPSMEN in bulletproof vests and the pseudo-VICTIM approach the 8th floor…
NAT. BLACK SUV SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
Streams of rain are pounding more and more frantically on the hood of the car. In the back seat, Evelina fidgets nervously. Suddenly, through the rain curtain, she notices a black sedan standing at the gate of the clinic with the hazards turned on…
EVELINA
This the German’s car.
SUV DRIVER
Exactly, his black sedan…
(for special communications)
Radomir Askoldovich, here the German drove up.
INT. BUNKER. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
GLOTOV
All clear. Interpol. Keep under control, don’t let it out of your sight for a minute. Changes to the action plan are possible. Wait for my directions.
SUV DRIVER
Yes, sir.
NAT. FACADE OF THE CLINIC OF POST- SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
Under streams of rain, the militants in masks, hanging on the ropes upside down, rapidly descend down from the roof of the building…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
Meanwhile, the FOURTH MILITANT, being on the staircase, is controlling the situation: he looks out into the corridor and immediately notices the MILITANT lying in the middle of the corridor, then the SECOND MILITANT’S smoking head on the threshold of some room… Raising his short-barrelled automatic, he runs screaming from the staircase into the corridor.
MILITANT
Death to the enemies of Al-Darooji!
The gunman launches a long line into the ceiling of the corridor, but doesn’t have time to shoot again, as he receives a slap of a luminous plasmoid directly into a mask, from which his head instantly turns into a smoking smoldering firebrand. The gunman, jerking his legs, falls dead…
NAT. FACADE OF THE CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
A militant, descending from the roof, has reached the window of the ward "819", he is getting ready to fly into the room, but at that moment, right above the silhouettes of OLGA and DASHA, frozen at the half-open door, a luminous ball appears, which rushes into the window and burns the head of the militant hanging from the outside… The militant, let out an inhuman cry, goes off the edge, and the ball flies out the window, soars over the clinic’s yard and explodes in streams of rain with noise.
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
OLGA is deeply shocked by what she saw, DASHA continues to remain in a somnambulistic state…
NAT. YARD OF THE CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
The incident has been seen from below by TWO CORPSMEN who are wet to the skin in a bulletproof vest and rush from the backyard of the clinic into the building…
INT. CLINIC OF POST-SHOCK REHABILITATION. KIEV. NIGHT.
Holding the girl by the hand, Olga jumps into the service elevator at the moment when CORPSMEN jump out of the second service elevator with weapons in their hands. In the elevator, Olga's phone rings. With trembling fingers, she grabs the phone.
SCHEFER'S VOICE
(on phone, in English)
Olga, where are you?
OLGA
(stuttering)
In the elevator, I go down with the child… Something terrible is happening here…
SCHEFER
I’m waiting at the exit! Go straight to my car!
OLGA
Good…
Armed corpsmen with great surprise look at the smoking heads of three militants scattered along the corridor of the neurological department. One of the corpsmen turns to the NURSE ON DUTY in a semi-swoon.
SANITAR
What happened? Who could do like that?
DUTY NURSE
(babbles with trembling lips)
Light… ball… bshshshsh…
The nurse on duty is trying to show a ball lightning with her fingers…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
GLOTOV, being in the bunker accompanied by his GEEKS, looks at the monitors, where the militants, who entered the building of the clinic, were displayed in the form of luminous dots.
GLOTOV
Why did they all disappear?
STOOPED MAN
I don’t know.
GLOTOV
Get in touch with them.
STOOPED MAN
I cannot, no one answers.
GLOTOV
Have they been straddled?
STOOPED MAN
It seems so, Radomir Askoldovich. Their headsets are turned off.
GLOTOV
Heck!!!
Glotov is on phone.
INT. BLACK SUV SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
Flows of rain pour the windshield. The phone of a jeep driver rings.
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone)
You have a trouble up there. We’ve been left behind. You don’t need to wait for anyone.
SUV DRIVER
But Radomir Askoldovich…
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Listen here what I say! Take the German! We need to eliminate the German! The wife of the astronomer and the girl are also to be eliminated! And our fool - into the forest under moss! Eliminate everyone!! All!!!
SUV DRIVER
(gloomily)
Yes, sir.
The driver of the SUV sees SCHEFER take OLGA with Dasha into his car, slam the door behind them, sit at the wheel, Schefer's car drives off from the clinic gate. A SUV and a minivan rush after Schefer's car.
INT. MINIVAN SALON. NIGHT.
A MINIVAN DRIVER and a MILITANT go in the car…
INT. SCHEFER’S CARE SALON. NIGHT.
SCHEFER, looking through the rear-view mirror at OLGA, sitting with DASHA in the back seat, speaks English to her.
SCHEFER
What was there?
OLGA
Armed people in black masks and then a fireball… The fireball killed all of them, right in their head… They were burning as if made from papier-mache…
SCHEFER
It turns out there was a ball lightning… Hmm, a very rare occurrence, but my uncle told me that they can do that.
OLGA
Who are they?
SCHEFER
Shamans.
OLGA
This is terrible, Klaus… Where are we going, Klaus?
SCHEFER
To the safe house of Interpol, here is the address.
Schefer and hands Olga a piece of paper with the address of the apartment.
SCHEFER
I drive around Kiev on the navigator, but now it has turned off, due to a thunderstorm, probably… Can you tell me the way?
Schefer doesn’t have time to ask a question, as in the rear-view mirror he finds a black SUV riding behind, and behind it a minivan…
SCHEFER
We are not going to the apartment. We’re beieng followed. These are the people of Glotov. Olga, just in case, bend down.
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
Schefer’s car drove I drove out onto the rain-drenched Little ring road, it’s night and storm in the city, there are few cars on the road. Cars with Glotov’s militants begin to approach Schefer’s car. SCHEFER doesn’t allow them to catch them up, but, not knowing Kiev, he is forced to go wherever his eyes look…
INT. SCHEFER’S CARE SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
SCHEFER speaks English in speakerphone with Valentine.
SCHEFER
We’re being chased, Valentine! These are Glotov’s people. There is a woman with a child with me in the car…
INT. INTERPOL BUREAU IN THE MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
VALENTINE sits behind the monitor in his office.
VALENTIN
Klaus, I can see you. You should have gone straight to us, but you have already passed by. I can’t send a helicopter to you on help during such a storm…
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
In pursuit from both cars Glotov’s MILITANTS put out aimed fire at Schefer’s car, one bullet hits a satellite dish. Rain pours all around…
INT. INTERPOL BUREAU IN THE MIA. KIEV. NIGHT.
Schefer's car disappears from Valentine’s monitor.
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
SCHEFER goes overtaking on the right of the truck driving in front of him, trying to hide behind it, to escape from the pursuit…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(screaming on a speakerphone)
I can't see you, Klaus! Where are you?
SCHEFER
Probably in Kiev, Valentine! Where do you think I am?
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
The truck leaves the Small Ring Road, turns right to one of Kiev avenues, and Schefer's car, pressed by the truck, is forced to go in the same direction. Glotov’s MILITANTS don’t stop the pursuit. When Schefer pops out from the cover of the wagon, they again fire at the car. Moving away from the persecution Schefer turns off the highway onto a narrow road leading into the forest- park zone, the people of Glotov keep up with Schefer and continue to put out aimed fire at the car. Covering DASHA with herself, OLGA reclines in the back seat… Lightnings sparkle, the storm doesn’t abate…
NAT. STEPPE. ROCKS. COMBINATION WITH ANIMATION. NIGHT.
And again, for a moment, in the cosmic darkness, a hurricane wind ruffles colorful ribbons, and the mallet frantically thrashes into a shamanic tambourine…
NAT. GOLOSEEVSKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT. COMBINATION WITH ANIMATION.
In the depths of a forest thicket a gigantic moose, gathering speed, makes its way through bushes and tree branches…
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
One of the MILITANTS, picking up a grenade launcher, crawls out from the top hatch of the jeep roof…
NAT. GOLOSEEVSKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT. COMBINATION WITH ANIMATION.
A moose runs through the forest…
NAT. STEPPE. ROCKS. NIGHT.
The mallet beats a tambourine…
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
The MILITANT, setting a grenade launcher on his shoulder, aims at the Schafer’s car, his finger is already on the trigger, but at that moment on the way of the SUV, a huge moose runs out onto the road. The SUV hits the moose, the moose is thrown up, its body breaks the windshield, and the horns beat the gunman with a grenade launcher in their hands, deploying the barrel one hundred and eighty degrees, the gunman’s finger pulls the trigger, the grenade launcher fires, the grenade flies straight into the minivan rushing after it… there is an explosion…! By force of inertia, a fire cloud of an exploded minivan flies on the bottom of the SUV that has collapsed onto its side, from which the SUV ignites and also explodes…
INT. SCHEFER’S CAR SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
In the rearview mirror, Schefer sees it all with safe distance… Realizing that the pursuit is over, Schefer stops the car.
SCHEFER
Racing is over. They blew up… Olga, how are you?
OLGA
Alive… we're alive…
OLGA lifts in the backseat. DASHA, without opening her eyes, continues to lie on the seat. Olga looks through the rear window at the road. In the distance she sees burning cars…
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
Not far away in a roadside ditch full of rainwater, EVELINA looks at cars burning nearby. Quite close to her a moose, shot down to death, rises to its feet and, scattering splatter with powerful hooves around it, goes to the far edge… Lightnings sparkle…
FLASHBACK. ANIMATION COMBINED WITH NATURAL FRAMES.
In the pitch darkness of space, the wind scatters thousands of colorful ribbons of glasses…
END OF FLASHBACK.
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
In wet torn clothes, all in abrasions, blood and dirt, Evelina crawls out of the ditch, trying to stand on her feet, but the first time she doesn’t succeed. Being bow-legged right on the wet asphalt, she feverishly potters on her chest under her clothes, finally finds the phone on the cord and dials the abonent. Rain flows pour her scratched face…
EVELINA
Glotov, listen here, Glotov… It's over, Glotov… Well, you, beast, wanted me to…
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone, yelling)
What are you saying, Lina?! Where are you?! Speak, where are you?! What happened?! Answer!!!
EVELINA
I decided everything: I’ll make a sincere confession. I’ll narc you out. You won’t see, Glotov, your gods from the planet Niribu. A cell is waiting for you, Glotische, for the rest of your days… You're not a man…
GLOTOV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Shut up creature!!! I’ll destroy you bitch!!!
EVELINA
And the moose was so huge, so beautiful, like in fairy tales… That’s the end of you, Askoldich… I’m going…
Having thrown the phone into the ditch, Evelina hardly gets to her feet and is limping on the road away from the burning cars under the rain streaming down her face. Evelina walks on the wet asphalt and loudly, with kind of epic pathos, sings a song in an unknown language. As before, lightnings sparkle in the night sky. Schefer’s car rides on the wet road, being already quite far from the scene…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Glotov being crazy with fury, in front of his GEEKS, he flounces about the bunker.
GLOTOV
Bitch!!! Louse!!! Stinker!!! Scum!!! Locate the bitch immediately!!! Immediately!!!
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
Evelina in the rain continues to waddle along the wet road and keeps singing her crazy song…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
The STOOPED MAN, sitting at a computer, frantically beats the keys and clicks the mouse.
STOOPED MAN
Impossible, Radomir Askoldovich, the phone is unavailable.
A smooth female voice is heard in the speakers of the computer:
“SUBSCRIBER'S TELEPHONE IS OFF OR TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE.
PLEASE CALL LATER”
GLOTOV
Biiiitch!!!
YOUNG GEEKS sitting in the bunker lowered their eyes and are silent in fear…
NAT. ROAD THROUGH GOLOSEEVKY PARK. KIEV. NIGHT.
Schefer's car rides in the rain on a wet road.
INT. SCHEFER’S CARE SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
SCHEFER
Soon we’ll get to the apartment. There, you and the child will be safe.
OLGA
(barely pronounces)
Good.
With an absent air, OLGA picks up the phone to dial someone’s number…
SCHEFER
A phone is better off for a while, and completely. Glotov’s hackers are able to trace our movements along it, and then Glotov will again send a battle group to us.
OLGA
I want to call my husband…
SCHEFER
Do it later. Give it here.
Turning to Olga, Schefer grabs the phone from her hands and, continuing to hold the steering wheel with one hand, opens the back cover of the handset and shakes the battery onto the seat next to him…
SCHEFER
It will be better this way.
Schefer calls on his phone, speaks English.
SCHEFER
Hello, Valentine, they shot at us, but then for some reason they blew themselves up. I didn’t understand how, but their two cars are burning on the road… I thought they would kill us, but something prevented them…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Again the “third force", Klaus?
SCHEFER
And how can you call all this?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Where did it happen, can you tell?
SCHEFER
In the forest, but where, I don’t know, the navigator doesn’t work… Olga, don’t you know where we are?
Olga doesn’t hear Schefer's question. She is in a state of complete prostratio
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
So, Klaus, here I am watching your German phone, finally! You are moving away from the Goloseevsky park. I wonder how you got there?
SCHEFER
I have no idea, Valentine. I just walked away from the chase…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Go straight yet, I’ll prompt you.
SCHEFER
Do you already know about the fireball?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Ball lightning? …Take right… Do you want to say that there are the charred corpses of militants in the clinic because of the ball Lightning?
SHAFER
I think yes. What if not this?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
So this is pure mysticism! It killed all the miloitants, and didn’t even scratch the rest. And what will I write in the report, who destroyed them? Fireball?
SCHEFER
Write - "third power".
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Are you laughing? I’ll be fired…
SCHEFER
(with a slight grin)
But the old NKVD officers have were experts in such cases.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
But it was long time ago…
SCHEFER
Valentine, I offer a compromise: write in the report that the fireball lightning responded to the radio headset of the militants.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
You are smart, Klaus! I’ll write this! I see you are on the boulevard… now go straight across the bridge, buddy…
SCHEFER
But again we have no direct evidence on Glotov, unless one of his people miraculously survived.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Nobody survived at the clinic, but I don’t know what’s there in your forest. I already sent investigators and experts there, they will soon pass you by.
NAT. STREETS OF KIEV. NIGHT.
Two fire engines, several police cars, two ambulance cars are rushing towards Schefer with sirens, “crackers” and flashing beacons on.
INT. SCHEFER’S CARE SALON. KIEV. NIGHT.
SCHEFER is driving a car.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Maybe we’ll get lucky, who knows, and someone will give us testimony against Glotov. Your “third force” must help us in this matter too…
SCHEFER
Let's hope… How long will it take to get to the apartment?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Consider you’re almost home. In three minutes you will be drinking tea with your beauties in rest and peace.
SCHEFER
(grunts)
OK, Valentine.
Schefer looks in the mirror at OLGA, who remains completely indifferent to what is happening…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
GLOTOV continues to be in the bunker with his GEEKS.
GLOTOV
Rest for now, and wait. I’ll be back soon, and we will continue to work.
STOOPED MAN
Okay, Radomir Askoldovich…
GLOTOV
You’ll get yours, don’t worry. I won’t cheat any of you.
Glotov closes behind him a massive iron door and quietly, almost silently, locks it from the outside side. Glotov rises in the elevator having time to remove the silenced gun from the bosom. Thunder rumbles rattle outside the windows of the Glotov villa… Having pulled the trigger and hiding the gun behind his back, Glotov moves around the villa with a cat walk. He enters the security room, where ONE GUARD sleeps, sitting on a chair, the SECOND GUARD is half- asleep and has buried himself in the monitors of the video surveillance system: a bunker and four people, who have settled down to sleep where possible, can be seen on one of the screens. The security guard doesn’t have time to look back at Glotov who came up behind him, when he, having taken out a syringe from his breast pocket, thrusts a needle into his neck, injecting at least half of the contents of the syringe. The guard, lets foam out of his mouth and goes limp right in the chair… Having pulled the syringe from the victim, Glotov goes to the sleeping second guard and sticks the syringe into his neck, injecting the rest of the contents. The sleeping guard, spraying foam, immediately gives up the ghost. Glotov for a second doesn’t know how to deal with the syringe.
GLOTOV
Ah…
Glotov throws the syringe on the floor, goes out from the security room and with the gun in the lowered hand he quickly walks into his offi
NAT. VICINITY OF VILLA GLOTOV. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Thunder roars above the villa, lightnings sparkle, rain pounds on the roof of the building…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
In his office GLOTOV opens a safe hidden in the wall behind a picturesque picture, takes out several passports, two sets of wigs with a mustache, several types of glasses, puts it all in a case; then he takes a box from the safe, opens it and looks on needle-like glassy formations similar to starfish - in the eyes of Glotov a special attitude to these objects is read. He caresses them with his fingers…
GLOTOV
Living matter is God and devil. God as a separate living cell, the devil as all taken together. A cell sacrifices itself for the life of all living matter, and the latter with devilish treachery kills the cell for its own immortality… But if living matter reveals this secret of the Universe, the Universe will explode from an excess of life!
(looking at his reflection in the mirror, thoughtfully)
Or maybe only life will save it from complete collapse…?
Glotov throws the gun also into the case. Then Glotov takes out a gas mask and some small metal cylinder from the safe. Putting a gas mask on his head, with a case and a spray can in his hands, he goes to the bunker. Having gone down on the elevator, he opens the massive door of the bunker, takes the check from the cylinder and throws it on the floor: colorless gas flows from the cylinder with a quiet hissing…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
SCHEFER, OLGA and DASHA are in the living room of the safe house of Interpol.
SCHEFER
Here you can relax. It seems, this is a room for you and the child.
Schefer opens the door to the bedroom.
OLGA
Klaus, I'm sorry, I was unfair to you today. Thanks for all. You saved our lives.
SCHEFER
This is my job. I am a policeman.
The girl, being in the center of the living room, suddenly sits down on the floor, begins to shake her head and swing her whole body from side to side…
DASHA
(in guttural old woman's voice)
Ar rrr… kkkkmmmm… krrrr… aryyyyy…… kkkkkmmmm…
FLASHBACK. NAT. NIGHT. COMBINATION WITH ANIMATION.
In cosmic haze shaman Tatma flashes for a moment with a tambourine in her hand, and the wind ruffles around her thousands of colorful ribbons…
END OF FLASHBACK
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
The girl is swinging more and more. Schefer for the first time personally witnesses the shamanistic kamlanie of the child and therefore looks at it with genuine amazement…
NAT. VICINITY OF VILLA GLOTOV. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
In the sky above the villa, lightnings sparkle with tripled strength, slopes of thunder are ready to blow up the world!
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Four employees of Glotov, who are in the bunker, writhe on the floor in dying convulsions.
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
Dasha, sitting on the floor, is frenziedly camloughing…
DASHA
(in guttural old woman's voice)
Ar rrr… kkkkmmmm… krrrr… aryyyyy…… kkkkkmmmm…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Glotov with a gas mask on his head opens a small door in the wall of the bunker and dials the code on the buttons of some kind of explosive device. He sets the timer: 05:00. Without removing the gas mask, Glotov leaves the bunker in the vestibule, closing a massive door behind him. He immediately goes into the elevator, presses the button and lifts.
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
DASHA
Ahay… Bakshi!!! …Ahay… Bakshi!!!
NAT. VICINITY OF GLOTOV’S VILLA. NIGHT.
A powerful lightning strikes a transformer booth near the villa.
INT. ELEVATOR CAB. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Suddenly, the light goes out in the elevator, the elevator stops halfway… In the pitch darkness, Glotov will remove the gas mask from his face…
GLOTOV
(yells in panic)
What? What? What is it? Who dared? Who dared??!! Aaaaaaaaaa…!!!
Glotov randomly pounds fingers on the elevator buttons, trying to push the elevator doors…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
Camloughing DASHA gets ecstatic.
DASHA
Ar ppp to CCCCC… Mmmmmm…… Ahay… Kkkkrrrrmmmmnnnn… Ahhhhh…
INT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT.
Timer digits on the explosive device are inexorably approaching 05:00…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
Fascinated SCHEFER AND OLGA are watching what is happening with Dasha…
NAT. GLOTOV’S COUNTRY VILLA. KIEV REGION. NIGHT. COMBINATION WITH ANIMATION.
The explosion of a lonely villa in a forested area during the night thunderstorm looks like a continuation of the storm: sparks from an explosion fly around for a long time, accompanied by the sounds of heavenly thunder and fiery dance of distraught lightning…
NAT. STEPPE. ROCKS. NIGHT.
… and after them thousands of colored ribbons dance the dance of death in the cosmic darkness…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. NIGHT.
Little by little Dasha’s ecstasy subsides, she almost calms down, only continues to sway slightly from side to side. OLGA, squatting down next to the girl, carefully looks at the child: the girl has become motionless for a while… Suddenly, the child begins to cry in a completely childish voice. Seeking sympathy, the girl throws up her head, looks at Olga, and then throws herself on her neck.
DASHA
Mom, Mom, Mom…!
Shocked Olga, grabs the child, hugs and cuddles her, strokes her head, kisses her face, and her eyes get filled with tears.
OLGA
Dasha, Dashulya, my baby… Well, what is it? Oh my God! Oh Lord…
SCHEFER looks at what is happening, not knowing how to behave, but then suddenly the girl rushes to him and hugs his leg, looking directly into his eyes…
DASHA
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
In sheer perplexity, Schefer looks now at the child, then at the tearful Olga sitting on the floor, then picks up the girl in his arms and cuddles her fatherly to his shoulder.
SCHEFER
(with trembling voice, speaks Russian)
Vsie budiet korosho… da-da… uspokois,uspokois… Vsie budiet korosho… Vsie budiet korosho… (All will be fine, yes-yes, calm down… All will be fine… All will be fine…)
A stingy male tear rolls out of Schefer's eyes… After some time, the girl calms down on Schefer's shoulder, then only sobbs occasionally. Schefer stands with the child in his arms at the window and, without saying a word, looks at Kiev roofs, still wet from the night rainfall, dissolving in the predawn rays. Sitting on the floor, Olga casts a bewildered look at the silhouette of Shefer, who is standing with his back to her and holding the girl in his arms, lowers her eyes, and then looks at Shefer again. Olga has been swept by the complex range of feelings, to which she is unable to find an explanation… At the same moment Schefer’s phone rings.
SCHEFER
(confused, in German)
Yes, hello…
CHLOE’S VOICE
(on phone, speaks English, very excited)
Klaus, this is incredible! I’ve just seen the blonde get out of that club! She waited until the car drove up to her, got into it, the car went towards me, and when it caught up with me, I saw very clearly: a man, who was sitting at the wheel of the car with a shaved skull in an orange jacket, is Radomir Glotov!
FLASHBACK. NAT. NEW YORK CITY. CHINA TOWN. EVENING.
A dark executive class car drives up to the entrance of the strip club, where the BLONDE is waiting, she gets into the car, the car rides towards us, and when it slowly passes by, the driver turns his face in our direction - this man, who looks at us with an ironic smile, is no other than Radomir GLOTOV! Shocked by what she saw, Chloe follows Glotov with her eyes who is passing by…
END OF FLASHBACK.
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. EARLY MORNING.
CHLOE’S VOICE
(on phone, almost screaming)
Is that a show of doubles?! Can you explain this to me, Klaus?
Continuing to hold Dasha, clinging to him in his arms, Schefer looks around at Olga sitting on the floor, then answers Chloe.
SCHEFER
I promise to fly to New York today and investigate everything on the spot.
CHLOE’S VOICE
Come soon, I'm waiting for you…
NAT. TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. NOON.
Pilgrim Andrey moves on a difficult route between the slopes of mountains. His lips whisper the words of the prayer, but it is impossible to make out the words of which prayer they are. Andrey periodically ties blue ribbons on the branches of bushes. At one point, he walks past a group of praying Buddhist lamas. Lamas don’t pay any attention to Andrey. Going a little higher, Andrey once again glances at a group of lamas. One of them, the ELDERLY LAMA, distracts from prayers for a while and greets Andrey with approving nod.
NAT. TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. NOON.
Having climbed pretty high, Andrey looks at the distance traveled, and an unprecedented sight opens up to his eyes: the entire mountainside that’s beneath them, spurs on the opposite bank of the Ili River, all around is dotted with hundreds of thousands of blue ribbons, on which a gentle steppe wind runs through with its barely perceptible waves …
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. NOON.
Saule Mazhitovna has turned on the TV and watches the news of one of the central TV channels. The young CORRESPONDENT, being near the entrance of the post-shock rehabilitation clinic in Kiev, is conducting a television report.
CORRESPONDENT
After the tragedy in the Kiev metro, terrorists decided to continue to intimidate civilians. Last night, right here at the clinic, they attacked the victims of the explosion who are undergoing a post-shock rehabilitation. With the battle cry "Death to the enemies of Al- Daruji!" they broke into the neurological department. By threatening staff with weapons, the terrorists intended to take the clinic’s patients hostage, among whom was a six- year-old girl who survived during the explosion. However, the latest top-secret weapons of special services put an end to the terrorist attack. Within a minute, the four attackers were destroyed without a single shot. Their accomplices, who fled from the scene, were destroyed in the area of the Goloseevsky park. The identities of terrorists are being defined. Only one member of the terrorist gang managed to survive - it turned out to be a woman.
On the TV screen you can easily recognize EVELINA in a woman in handcuffs, whose face is covered by an electronic plate.
CORRESPONDENT
Today it also became known that the country house of a prominent businessman and philanthropist Radomir Glotov was blown up last night. Intelligence agencies are working out a possible connection between yesterday's metro bombings, the attack on clinics of post-shock rehabilitation and the explosion in the businessman Glotov’s villa. After all, the bandits could have known that Glotov financed the development of the latest electronic means of combating terrorism, including the tools of space-satellite surveillance over terrorist organizations…
On the TV screen the smoking ruins of Glotov’s country villa are showed…
CORRESPONDENT
Five burnt corpses were discovered at the site of the explosion. The power of the explosion was about ten kilograms of TNT. But it has not been established so far whether Glotov himself is among the dead. He is currently considered missing.
Continuing to sit in front of the TV, Saule Mazhitovna comments on what she saw.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Hmm, and yet the shaman Tatma has won. Bakshi himself, the owner of the mountain, came to rescue… You were a strong shaman, my mother, so strong…
NAT. STEPPE. DUSK.
Stroking the rim of a huge tambourine, the old TATMA in her colorful clothes giggles quietly, smiling with her toothless mouth, and disappears in the darkness…
NAT. STEPPES AND MOUNTAINS TAMGALY-TAS. NOON.
Pilgrim ANDREY EVTUSHENKO continues to perform the Goroo rite of veneration in the sacred mountains of Tamgaly-Tas, relentlessly repeating the prayer in a whisper, but it is impossible to make out which prayer his lips are whispering.
INT. SAULE MAZHITOVNA HOUSE. KAPSHAGHAY. NOON.
Andrey's phone rings. SAULE MAZHITOVNA picks up the phone.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
Hello, hello. I would like to talk with Andrey Yurievich.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Hello. He’s not there. He is in Tamgaly-Tas.
MALE VOICE
(on phone)
This is Pavel Maksimovich Ryazantsev, the chairman of the Almaty Maskhilat commission. Who am I talking to?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
With Andrey’s mother Saule Mazhitovna Evtushenko.
RYAZANTSEV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Hello, Saule Mazhitovna. And what is he doing in Tamgaly-Tas, must be already trying to build his telescope…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
No, Pavel Maximovich, he is getting sense there, performing Goroo – Rite, the rite of sacred worship.
RYAZANTSEV’S VOICE
(on phone)
It can’t be… Does your learned son make a goroo?
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
The human soul seeks refuge and sometimes finds it…
RYAZANTSEV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Hmmm… Tell Andrey sad news: in Kiev, when the country house exploded, Radomir Askoldovich Glotov, the main investor of his project, died… True, they didn’t find his remains, thus he is still missing.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Yes, I already heard about it. It was shown on TV…
RYAZANTSEV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Well, here's the news, Saule Mazhitovna. Let Andrey contact me as soon as he returns…
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
I’ll definitely tell him, Pavel Maksimovich.
RYAZANTSEV’S VOICE
(on phone)
Bye.
SAULE MAZHITOVNA
Bye.
INT. RYAZANTSE'S OFFICE. ALMATY. NOON.
Ryazantsev hangs up the city phone
and looks at the small icon of Vladimir
Mother of God, standing on a table between a malachite stationery and a porcelain New York bobblehead.
RYAZANTZEV
Your deeds are wonderful, Lord…
Ryazantsev touches the shrunken head with a finger, the bobblehead obediently shakes its head…
RYAZANTZEV
(referring to the bobblehead)
Askoldich, it looks like you decided to play hide and seek with us? Can't get enough of it…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. EARLY MORNING.
SCHEFER slightly opens the bedroom door and looks at OLGA and Dasha, who are sleeping in an embrace. A restrained smile appears on his face. He goes to the kitchen, dials a phone number.
SCHEFER
(speaks English)
Valentine, good morning.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Good morning, Klaus. How are you, is everything ok?
SCHEFER
Yes, a woman and a girl are sleepin
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Well, nice. Look, Klaus, how do you think, what happened with Glotov, did he die or disappear again? From five of his people only cinders remained. And he seems to have evaporated…
SCHEFER
Valentine, I don’t know what to say to you. And what testimony does his assistant give?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Very serious. Would be enough for three life terms to Glotov.
SCHEFER
Only he, as always, disappeared.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
In the elevator cabin they found a filter box from a gas mask, a gun with a silencer and fragments of needle-shaped rifle formations of unknown origin. So, at the time of the explosion there was somebody in the elevator, most likely, Glotov himself.
SCHEFER
Why did he need a gas mask?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Our criminologists are now trying to figure out… But we’ve found out, Klaus, that during the storm the transformer box of the villa was struck by lightning, and at some point the villa was de-energized…
SCHEFER
And at that moment Glotov was in the elevator with a gas mask?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Maybe Klaus, maybe. But then, where did he vanish? Even cinder from his little finger was not found…
SCHEFER
Perhaps there was a dematerialization…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
What did you say Klaus?
SCHEFER
You know, in the moment of the explosion, our colleague saw him in New York with astrophysicist’s wife.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
I don’t understand… What kind of nonsense? Who saw with whose wife?
SCHEFER
No, nothing… I said that, as always, there are only questions with this Glotov. It turns out that officially Radomir Glotov is now also missing, like Vasily Levchuk and Grzegosh Kaminsky.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
What do you intend to do next, Klaus?
SCHEFER
To fly to New York today.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Good, Klaus. We’ll take you to the airport.
SCHEFER
Okay, Valentine… uh… Valentine, tell me, where is a good children's store nearby?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Do you want to buy a souvenir for your daughter?
SCHEFER
Valentine… mmmm… I don’t have a daughter anymore…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
How so? and your wonderful Ulrika?
SCHEFER
I no longer have a daughter or a wife. Two years ago, I sent Barbara and Ulrika to Egypt to rest… Their bus fell into the abyss.
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Oh God! Forgive me, Klaus… We didn’t know anything, nobody informed us. Forgive me, Klaus…
SCHEFER
So tell me, where's the kids store nearby?
INT. CHILDREN'S GOODS STORE. KIEV. MORNING.
SCHEFER walks around a huge Kiev children's goods store, examines all kinds of soft toys: teddy bears, tiger cubs, dogs, donkeys, dolphins, hippos. Finally, Schefer opts for a cute white elephant with a blue ribbon around his neck.
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. MORNING.
SCHEFER again opens the door to the bedroom, where there are still asleep OLGA and DASHA embracing each other. Schefer tiptoes into the bedroom, carefully lays the white elephant before Dasha on the bed, and then trying to put him on his feet, and then again puts it on its side, looking for some optimal variant, but then suddenly the sleeping girl’s hand reaches for the elephant and cuddles it. Schefer’s tenderness has no limit… The doorbell rings. Schefer on tiptoe leaves the bedroom, casting a farewell glance at the child and Olga, then goes to the door, opens it. At the doorway VALENTIN, his COLLEAGUE-COLONEL and a MAN IN A GRAY SUIT, who met Schefer at the airport the day before, are waiting for Schefer. They’re speaking English.
SCHEFER
I'm ready. But Frau Evtushenko and the girl are sleeping. They suffered from tremendous stress, they need to recover, I don’t dare to wake them.
VALENTIN
No need to wake anyone, Klaus. Women and children are those for whom we fight. Oleg will stay here, will have a cup of tea in the kitchen, and when they wake up, he will take them where frau Evtushenko tells him… Are we going to the airport, Klaus?
SCHEFER
Let’s go.
Schefer leaves the apartment after the colonels. The man in a gray suit closes the door behind him.
NAT. STEPPES AND MOUNTAINS TAMGALY-TAS. DEY.
In the rays of the sun standing at the zenith Tamgaly-Tas Mountains against the blue sky remind a science fiction decoration, created by nature. ANDREW has reached the top of the sacred ridge of Tamgal-Tas. He sits down in the middle of a rocky platform in a lotus position, relentlessly repeating in a whisper the prayer, the words of which cannot be made out.
INT. AN AIRPORT. KIEV. NOON.
Schefer has passed passport control through the VIP zone. Saying goodbye, with a gesture of a hand clenched in a fist, he shows his colleagues that a military fraternity is not a myth. Schafer's phone rings.
SCHEFER
Hello…
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone, speaks English)
Klaus, thank you very much for the toy. Dasha is very happy, doesn’t let go of her hands. She says that dad promised to give her an elephant for a long time, and finally, he gave it… Klaus, how did you guess to give the elephant?
SCHEFER
(speaks English)
Hmm… Intuition…
INT. SPECIAL APARTMENT. KIEV. DAY.
OLGA is silent for some time looking out the window. Dasha sits in bed eating a banana, drinking orange juice and playing with a white plush toy. In the kitchen, the MAN IN A GRAY COSTUME dips crackers in tea and looks at his watch…
OLGA
Dasha will live with me. I’ll adopt her, already decided. Klaus, and if she asks me about you, as about her father, what should she say?
Olga continues to look out the window.
SCHEFER
(with a smile and slight sadness)
Say: "Vsio budiet korosho…" (all will be fine) She’ll immediately understand.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Okay, Klaus. So I’ll say: "Vsio budiet korosho…"
SCHEFER
Bye.
OLGA’S VOICE
(on phone)
Bye.
NAT. AN AIRPORT. KIEV. DAY.
The airliner soars high into the sky, leaving behind a barely noticeable inversion loop…
INT. APARTMENT OLGA AND ANDREY. KIEV. DAY.
Standing in front of a mirror in the hallway, Olga applies lipstick on her lips. Dasha plays with the elephant sitting in front of the TV in the living room. The voice of the announcer leading the news release comes from TV…
OLGA
Dasha, have you got dressed yet? Have you forgotten, my sunshine, we are going to the puppet theater today. We will be leaving soon.
DASHA’S VOICE
(coming from the living room)
Mom, mom, a large elephant is shown on the telly! He is almost like mine!
OLGA
What elephant ah?
DASHA
Well, go, go, mom! Take a look!
Olga is forced to respond to the request of the child. Standing in the doorway of the living room, Olga sees on TV screen a statue of an elephant, with hanging ribbons and amulets.
CORRESPONDENT
It was from here, from this point, exactly a month ago that he began his ascent to the top of the mountain ridge, the local press has already nicknamed him “Tamgaly phenomenon”. This is none other than the Ukrainian astrophysicist Andrey Evtushenko. As we learned, a month ago Evtushenko arrived from Kiev in Kapshaghay to see his mother. Paying tribute to tradition, he asked to make a traditional pilgrimage to Tamgaly-Tas.
NAT. TAMGALY-TAS. KAZAKHSTAN. DAY.
CORRESPONDENT continues his report from a helicopter flying with the door open, trying overvoice the noise of the engines…
CORRESPONDENT
Now our quadracopter is flying along the Ili river to the top of that same mountain, where there is an unprecedented phenomenon… Well, dear friends, you can already see a man sitting in the lotus position at the top.
The top of the mountain appears on the TV screen with a lonely figure of a man sitting on it…
CORRESPONDENT
So without a break, he has been meditating for a month. Now we will make another circle around the top at extremely low altitude, but believe me, "Tamgalys phenomenon" remains totally indifferent, despite the loud buzzing quadrocopter over your head…
On the TV screen you can see how the pilgrim continues to sit in the same unflappable pose.
CORRESPONDENT
Clergymen of different faiths in one voice urge journalists and pilgrims not to approach the meditating astrophysicist closer than a hundred steps. But someone managed to capture him at night in infrared rays.
On the TV screen, shooting in infrared rays is visible: a person sits on a mountain in a lotus position absolutely motionless…
CORRESPONDENT
Andrey Evtushenko doesn’t change the position of his body, day or night, or under the scorching sun or in bad weather. He doesn’t eat or drink. At the same time, his mouth constantly reads a prayer. However, neither Orthodox priests, nor Buddhist lamas, nor shamans, nor paranormal experts can determine what kind of prayer the pilgrim’s mouth has been whispering all this time: whether it is the Jesus prayer, the mantra “Om mani padme hum” or the Tengrian mantra “Aan Aiyyhyt”. The most authoritative of the local shaman named Melchizedek predicts that Evtushenko will sit on top of the mountain until December 2020 year. According to various legends, during this period the approach of the mysterious planet Nibiru, a meeting with extraterrestrial intelligence, with Annunaki-gods, is going to happen to earthlings. Some consider this is the End of the World, others, on the contrary, believe it to be the beginning of a new beautiful era. Is it so, time will tell. Surprising is always there, you just need to want to discover it. Petr Ladoga, Fedor Tapochkin, Tamgaly-Tas, Almaty region, Kazakhstan.
At the end of the television report, Olga takes the remote control and turns off the TV. Dasha looks thoughtful.
DASHA
Mom, and why did this uncle just sit and didn’t do anything?
OLGA
Because uncle likes it better.
DASHA
Why does he like it? This is boring.
OLGA
Because his soul wants so.
DASHA
Mom, what is soul?
In response, Olga silently looks at Dasha, who, having already forgotten about her question, plays with the ears of her beloved elephant. But suddenly, annoyance appears on the face of the child.
DASHA
Where is my dad? Why hasn’t he been here for a long time? When will he give me a new toy?
There is some tension on Olga’s face.
OLGA
Dashaulya, I told you: soon he’ll return and bring you a new toy. I even know what toy, it’s the donkey. You want a donkey, right?
Olga takes the phone, goes into the kitchen and dials a number.
OLGA
Hello, Valentin Valentinich. This is Olga Evtushenko, well, wife…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
I recognized you. Glad to hear Olga Petrovna.
OLGA
I'm sorry for disturbing you, I need to consult with you. You see, Dasha, well, that girl, an orphan, remember, she lives with me… So, a month has passed, and Dasha, continues to remember Klaus as his own father. I don’t know what to do, what to say? I understand the specifics, so I don’t want to call him myself. But maybe I will bring Dasha to you so that she can talk to Klaus via video from your office… Is this possible? I’m very afraid for the psyche of the child after everything that happened to her…
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Hmm, Olga Petrovna, an extraordinary case, we need to think about it. Today I’ll contact Klaus, we’ll decide what is better to do.
The doorbell rings. Olga goes from the kitchen to the entrance door, continuing the conversation with Valentine.
OLGA
Oh, sorry, the doorbell is ringing, please don’t hang up…
Olga opens the door. On the threshold a young man stands with a hood down on his face. Glancing strangely from under the hood, he hands Olga a small bundle. Olga takes the package in her hands ... At some point, she recognizes in a teenager that young man whom she saved from suicide a month ago. But the young man, hiding his face, headlong scoots down the stairs ... Olga, taken aback, closes the door and with one hand free from the phone, tries to unroll the bundle from which a small bright object falls on the floor with a bang.
OLGA
Valentin Valentinych, wait a second, please.
Bending down, Olga discovers to her amazement the very netsuke depicting the shaman that she gave to Glotov more than a month ago and which Glotov threw at Evelina, smashing it to smithereens, which, of course, Olga can’t know. Olga's legs give way, and right in the corridor she slides along the wall to the floor. Having unfolded the paper in which the netsuke was wrapped, she reads the handwritten text: "AMAHUAKO CHERISH THEIR BLACK AND WHITE BIRDS"
OLGA
… What nonsense… Just now one young man, whom I seem to know, brought a parcel, and a statuette was there, the netsuke, you won’t believe, the one I personally gave to Glotov… more than a month ago, when he was at our place. And another strange note written by hand: "Ama-hua-ko cherish their black and white birds" …But there is also a video player
VALENTIN
(on phone)
Olga Petrovna, hello, hello…
OLGA
God, here’s a video of me dyed in blonde… I’ve never dyed my hair in blonde… Where did this come from?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(on phone)
Interesting. Very much… It seems that your girl’s video conference with Klaus can not be held. Very soon, Klaus himself will appear in Kiev.
OLGA
You want to say…?
VALENTINE’S VOICE
(voice on phone)
I don’t want to say anything yet. You can bring the note to our office, we’ll hand it to our handwriting experts. As for video, we will help figure it out,too… So you say you’ve never dyed your hair blonde, have you?
OLGA
(barely moving dry lips)
No… no… no… never dyed… no…
Visibly pale, Olga limply lowers her hand with a telephone, from which a man's voice continues to be heard: "Hello, Hello…” Continuing to sit on the floor, leaning on the wall, Olga sighs heavily, and then looks with a frightened, detached look at the video player in her hand again… DASHA runs into the corridor.
DASHA
Mom, mom, are you really bad?
OLGA
No, my sunshine, I'm not bad.
DASHA
Why are you… Well, are we going to the puppet theater?
OLGA
(mutters incoherently)
Yes… yes… we are going, of course, we are going…
Olga continues to sit on the floor, gazing absently with her wide-open green eyes into space… And then, as if a video surveillance camera in macro mode enters the abyss of Olga’s green pupil, and now, in the vast space of the Universe, a mysterious ringing begins to spread, and myriads of luminous points curl up in the pupil into a spiral galaxy… Against the background of the starry sky a lone pilgrim sits on top of the mountain in the lotus position. The pilgrim for the ten millionth time repeats the words of the prayer known only to him. After some time, one star in the sky becomes much brighter and larger than others. From this brightest star rays emanate in the sky, as thin as strings, reaching the peak of Tamgaly-Tas, on which the pilgrim sits in the lotus position…
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