Plot
The plot is presented through three parts: War, Cold War, and War.
The film opens in Belgrade, the capital of the Kingdom of Yugoslavia, in the early morning hours of Sunday, 6 April 1941 as two roguish bon vivants Petar Popara nicknamed Crni (Blacky) and Marko Dren are heading home following a night of hard drinking and partying out on the town. Riding atop a horse carriage while tailed and serenaded by a brass orchestra, they're drunkenly singing and shooting their way through the city's downtown. They pass through Kalemegdan and shout salutes to Marko's brother Ivan who's an animal keeper in the city's zoo. A stutterer with a lame leg, Ivan is already up to feed the animals and waves to them warmly as he records food portion amounts while listening to early morning radio bulletins.
As the drunk duo pulls up in front of Blacky's home, his pregnant wife Vera comes out to angrily usher her husband into the house while naggingly threatening to leave him "just like Marko's wife left Marko". Intoxicated Marko pulls Vera aside and lets her know that they enrolled Blacky in the Communist Party, but she's way too angry about Blacky's irresponsible behaviour as a husband to even properly process that piece of information.
After saying their drunken goodbyes for the night, Blacky goes into the house while Marko proceeds on and picks up a street prostitute before disappearing into his house with her.
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