Mom!
I want milk.
Be careful.
I heard that cows butt.
Why do you think I took a strainer?
I want milk.
Me too.
Enough. Get out or you’ll be late for school.
I’d rather go to work.
Maybe it will leave by itself.
What about me?
What should I do with it?
Don’t get on her nerves darling. I love you.
Nobody knows how the cow appeared in our kitchen.
We live on the 14th floor.
I read that in ancient mythology
number 14 symbolised cows.
So, maybe it was here all the time.
We just didn’t notice.
This is a castle.
We run around it ten times and whoever finishes first wins.
What is it with you today?
60 tonnes of potatoes burned near Minsk.
That’s terrible.
Time out. I’m done.
Time out, potatoes, terrible...
Dinner is served.
Does it shit?
- Surprisingly not. - Good.
- Will you pass me the sauce, please? - Of course, darling.
We should learn milking it.
- I can! - I can!
No.
Your hands are too weak. They have to be strong.
I’m strong!
How are things going at school?
I drew a cow.
We sang a song about a cow and her milk.
Can I call her Diesel?
But she’s a girl.
- It doesn’t matter, may I? - It’s my cow and I will give her a name.
Nobody will give her a name. She’s leaving.
- Why? -Where?
I don’t know.
But I guess a cow can’t live with us forever.
Will you buy me a dog then?
Yes, buy a dog!
Don’t play a fool with me.
I see right through you, you KGB bastard.
I sure remember you, Nikolai Semenych Kondakov.
Or how should I call you now?
What intelligence are you working for?
Your cow disguise won’t fool me.
I remember your evil eyes.
What do you need from my family?
Grandad,
why are you smoking indoors again?
And you’re scaring Daisy.
Yeah, he’s Daisy alright.
- Let me see you to your room. - No, I’ll stay here.
Watch your Daisy.
Oh, Father...
Do you even know how hard it is
to find natural milk nowadays?
And you broke the glass.
What milk?
This milk.
Sorry for this.
Pour yourselves some more.
Grandad is getting worse.
I’m still thinking about those potatoes...
How can they even burn?
I would walk the dog every day.
I don’t know.
What if I took singing classes?
Singing?
Yes, I would sing to you in the evening.
It could be good.
Sing something.
(sings an old folk song)
♪ My nightingale in passionate song... ♪
Good...
Let’s put Grandad in an asylum.
Not yet. I suggest eating the cow first.
Darling? Eat Daisy?
Any other ideas?
I don’t know. Let’s dispose of it.
There’s no way we can move it whole. We’ll have to dismember it anyway.
Daisy was a wonderful cow:
kind, neat and discreet.
Everything comes to an end and even cows die.
That’s the lesson I learned.
We loved her very much
and wanted to keep a part of her inside us.
I got a rib eye steak.