Na Deribasovskoy khoroshaya pogoda, ili Na Brayton-Bich opyat idut dozhdi1993

Kravchuk:
Hey, you, soloist! Now you'll have a duet!

Dyadya Misha:
[falls to the room] Oh, my head!

Agent Sokolov:
Dyadya Misha? Dyadya Misha!

Dyadya Misha:
Oh, he knocked me!

Agent Sokolov:
[takes dyadya Misha] Dyadya Misha! Why you're there?

Dyadya Misha:
[crying] Because of Sheikh! Think, who I am and who're Sheikh! But they said, you're friend of this Fedya, you shouted it at restaurant! Oh, why I shouted it!... Look, we are friends?

Agent Sokolov:
Yes, we are.

Dyadya Misha:
They said: if you are friends, you must know where is Sheikh too! But I don't know anything! Do you know, where's Sheikh?

Agent Sokolov:
Yes, I know...

Dyadya Misha:
I beg you: tell them where's that damn Sheikh, or they'll kill us!

Agent Sokolov:
I am ready to this...

Dyadya Misha:
But I'm don't ready!

Agent Sokolov:
I hope, they will not have enough meanness for kill you.

Dyadya Misha:
Don't hope! They grasped Masha!

Agent Sokolov:
What? They grasped Masha?

Dyadya Misha:
Yes, yes, yes, yes. They torment her already.

Agent Sokolov:
Bastards! [runs to door and knocks it] Vermins! Cattles! Open the door!

Kravchuk:
[comes to the room] What?

Agent Sokolov:
Tell the Artist: I'll give Sheikh to him.

Kravchuk:
Artist! [smiles] Fedya want tell you: he'll give Sheikh to you!

Dyadya Misha:
You're idiot! You're moron! You're degenerate! Son of b*tch!

Agent Sokolov:
[grins] You speak like a tramp, Artist.

Dyadya Misha:
Yes! I'm Artist! I came here not for damn ham and damn jeans! I came here for beautiful art! [changes to the Artist]

Artist:
What roles I have in Odessa because of these damn, untalented directors? "Let's eat"? But here... Oh, here I created my own theatre! Here my talent can create kings and madmen, geniuses and villains!

Agent Sokolov:
Yeah, your best roles is villains! Bravo! [claps] Take this present from grateful spectators! [beats Artist's face]