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

Dyadya Misha: [runs from restaurant] Don't go there! Don't go there! There... There's mafia!

Agent Sokolov: Stop, stop. Be calm, dude. Who's mafia? Who's mafia!

Dyadya Misha: They all are mafia! They all up to one mafia!

Agent Sokolov: Listen to me...

Dyadya Misha: There's their own place!

Agent Sokolov: Dude, be more silently and calmer. Do you know somebody to face?

Dyadya Misha: I know they all! I know they all up to one! All the bandits and all the parasits.

Agent Sokolov: So, do you know Artist?

Dyadya Misha: They all are artists! Try how they dilute this!

[drinks vodka from a bottle]

Dyadya Misha: It is diluted!

[drinks vodka from a bottle]

Dyadya Misha: It is nasty diluted! Look, I understand when we have diluted beer in Odessa but why I come to the liberty country? For have there diluted vodka? Oh, my god! Look... look, can I know your face, can't I?

Agent Sokolov: No, it can't be. What is your name?

Dyadya Misha: My name is dyadya Misha. I'm very known and very respectable man there. Call me "dyadya Misha".

Kravchuk: Dyadya Misha!

Dyadya Misha: Oh! Oh!

Kravchuk: Dyadya Misha!

Dyadya Misha: I told you: I'm very known and very respectable man.

Kravchuk: [throws dyadya Misha's jacket to the ground] Ha-ha!

[goes to restaurant]

Dyadya Misha: He's idiot!

[drinks vodka from a bottle]

Agent Sokolov: [takes dyadya Misha's jacket] Let's go to restaurant? We will sit and talk there. I shall look around and be close.