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Servant of the People 1×1

Mikhail Semenovich: Gentlemen, aren't you tired of pointlessly wasting money? First, we spend millions to bring our candidates to the political forefront, and then we spend twice as much to ruin our competitors.
Andrei Nikolaevich: Those are the rules. You want to install your own president? Then back him.
Rustem Ashotovich: Let us be honest with each other for once. When somebody talks about honesty, that means they want to take off your last pair of pants. I don't remember who said this, but it was one of the greats.

Mikhail Semenovich: It's one week before the election. We worked hard for our candidates. They're almost neck and neck. Now let the best man win.
Rustem Ashotovich: What good will that bring me?
Andrei Nikolaevich: Rustem Ashotovich, to prove to Mikhail Semenovich, myself, and you personally, who is ultimately king of the castle.
Rustem Ashotovich: Fair enough. Let the people of Ukraine decide who wins... Unsupervised democracy? I like this kind of game. I haven't felt such a rush of adrenaline in a long time.

Petr Holoborodko: Unemployment benefits are higher than a teacher's salary.
Vasyl Holoborodko: Your logic is strange, Dad.
Petr Holoborodko: My logic is strange? You finish school, go to college and then go back to school.

Petr Holoborodko: Your dad isn't a cabbie. Your dad works in the service industry.

Vasyl Holoborodko: I'm sick and tired of all this! Mathematics is valued as a science. That's all very fine. But history, as you said, is dog shit? Then we wonder why our politicians make the same mistakes when they enter the halls of power? Because they're great mathematicians! All they know is to divide and subtract.

Vasyl Holoborodko: All these f**kers vex me! Up to here, got it? Now, damn it, they force the kids to assemble the booths! Why is it a hard knock life? Because our choice begins in a wooden voting booth. You know? And who's there to vote for? It's always the lesser of two assholes and it's been this way for 25 years.

Vasyl Holoborodko: You know what else? Nothing will change again. You know why? Because you, my Dad, me, we'll once again vote for another shitstick! Yeah, because we all know he's an asswipe, but the other person is worse! ... Then these shitsticks enter government. And they loot and talk shit, talk more shit and swindle! Same shit, different day. No one gives a shit! You couldn't give a f**k. Me, not a damn soul! They couldn't care less. No one ever gives two shits at all, for that matter.

Vasyl Holoborodko: If I could have just one week in office, if at all possible, I would show them! F**k the motorcades, f**k the perks, f**k the weekend chalets! F**k it all, damn it. Have a simple teacher live like a president and a president live like a teacher! I tell you this as a teacher of history. But you don't give a flying f**k! Bastards!

Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: I understand that this all just came out of the blue. But try to focus, and pull yourself together.
Vasyl Holoborodko: Yeah, I'll try. Where are we going?
Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: We've got a full day ahead of us. There's a clothes fitting, personal image work, a photo shoot, a meeting with journalists and a press conference.
Vasyl Holoborodko: All that in one day?
Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: Well, preferably, by lunch.

Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: By the way, which do you like better - a Patek Phillipe or Vacheron Constantin?
Vasyl Holoborodko: I haven't read them. I've absolutely no time.

Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: Patek Phillipe, Vacheron Constantin, Breguet, Hublot... Do you know who wears these?
Vasyl Holoborodko: Who?
Yuriy Ivanovich Chuiko: Putin.
Vasyl Holoborodko: Putin wears Hublot?

Andrei Nikolaevich: Then who has?
Mikhail Semenovich: In other words, a man ascended to the presidency who isn't under the control of any of us? That's rich.
Rustem Ashotovich: One of us is keeping quiet about this.
Mikhail Semenovich: Perhaps he's a puppet from the West?
Andrei Nikolaevich: Or the Kremlin.

Vasyl Holoborodko: Mother... Give a toast.
Maria Goloborodko: Dear Vasya!
Vasyl Holoborodko: Mom, it's not for me.
Maria Goloborodko: The president's mom is speaking.
Vasyl Holoborodko: Indeed...
Maria Goloborodko: Natasha has a birthday every year.
Natasha: Who needs this anyway? It's only my 18th birthday. Please continue, Grandma.

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