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PREVIOUSLY

-It's suicide, isn't it? -My name is

Kryukov, district police captain. Was everyone in the gym?

If even one person finds out what you just told me,

I'll destroy you.

There is evidence of beating on the victim's body.

The situation is similar; she stepped out of the window.

She even looks like his wife.

Have you had a stroke?

Is this how you guys do it here? Straight to your face with no shame?

Tell him that I can be trusted, and I'll be quiet.

Go to hell!

Last time, he broke off my heels. I left my shoes in the car.

Please, we were just a little delayed at school.

-I suggest we go play Sparta. -Play Sparta?

How can you?

Are you even alive?

KHUDYA

MARAT

ANYA

IRA

YEAR 2020

Want some?

No, I'm driving.

You drink it.

I've waited for this for so long.

It doesn't taste good.

The sandwich is tasteless, the potatoes are tasteless.

And this, too. Isn't it strange?

Have I gotten old?

What about my request?

Igor, you know I can't.

Then why did you come?

Because you called.

I thought you would help.

Is that the only reason you called?

I thought you missed me.

You thought I missed you?

I didn't miss you.

I'll be back in a minute.

PRESENT DAY

Hi. You're a little late today.

Mom was yelling. The twins tore their jackets at the playground.

-Did you braid their hair? -Who else?

Let's go, I'll braid them again.

Irka, I want a hairstyle like yours.

-Sure thing. -When are you coming home?

Isn't it your birthday in a week? What do you want?

-A tablet. -I'll get a tablet.

Are you serious? Where would you get the money?

I'll borrow it from Santa. Hurry up, we're going to be late.

Yes.

Yes.

I promise, Mikhail Mikhailovich. Yes.

It will be on your desk tomorrow.

Yes, okay.

Why are you pacing? Sit down.

In this office, I only sit in that chair.

Put the photograph back.

Why did you call me, Anyuta?

Sorry. Why did you summon me, Madam Counselor of Justice, third class?

My boss called me late last night.

That's not nice.

He got a call from another guy. A very serious guy,

also in uniform, but from a sister organization. They hunt together.

So, what?

Was he asking if he can give the hunter your phone number?

He showed an active interest in Istomina's suicide.

Can you remember how long it's been since we've been alone like this?

Stop playing dumb.

Why would "the Organization" be interested in an ordinary school teacher?

-Can you explain that? -No. Can you?

Those are the minutes.

In my office, the minutes weren't just laying around like that.

LIPATOVA ANNA ANATOLYEVNA

Do you recall the last name of the hunter?

Shorin.

-Hello, Olga Victorovna. -Hello, Irina, you're late.

Be good.

-Bye. -Bye.

-Bye. -Bye.

Chris!

What's the matter? What happened?

-Well? -Hi, Kolya.

-Hi, Bark. -You're not gonna get it anyway.

Who asked you?

If a man who loves you doesn't understand how he hurt you,

what's the point of explaining?

-Am I wrong? -You and he play by different rules.

Explain your rules to him, and then ask him to follow them.

I don't want to explain anything. He needs to understand what he can and can't do.

He won't understand.

Nobody will understand until you give them step-by-step instructions

on how to react to all of your whims.

And you have many, Chris.

How come you understand me?

-I'm an alien from Mars. -Hi, I barely made it.

Ira, you're unrecognizable. I guess that's what love does to people.

Hi.

-Why didn't you say hi? -Chris, leave me alone, will you?

Your dad again?

Talk to Bark.

I'm serious.

-How are the little ones? -They're funny.

Listen.

I promised Syovka a tablet for his birthday.

-And didn't you-- -Yes, I remember.

-Hello. -Hello.

Let's go.

If you read books instead of staring at your gadgets,

-then maybe-- -Are gadgets the problem?

-Gadgets are actually prohibited here. -Well, Galimov, for example...

I'm sorry.

May I be excused?

You can do whatever you want. You guys are special, aren't you?

May I continue? So, in recent years, there has been a lively discussion

on the theme of the superhuman in literature, especially in sci-fi.

Sure, in the last hundred years or so, starting with Nietzsche.

Silence!

What kind of class is this?

-We are sorry. -Shut your mouth, Khudyakov!

And so, science fiction is discussing

the mass development of superhuman abilities

in future generations.

I would like to hear your opinions on this

from biological and physiological perspectives.

May I?

Go ahead, Yurov.

Maybe this will help improve your grade.

I think that future humans will be weaklings.

JOBS FOR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS IN ST...

I thought you were the principal.

Did you skip biology?

When I was a senior, you know what tortured me the most?

Zits?

Lack of money.

I had just fallen in love, but could not take her to the movies or buy her flowers.

I didn't even have enough to take her to a cafe.

Money troubles?

No.

What makes you say that?

I told you, I remember my own troubles.

Do you know where Barkovskiy gets his money?

How should I know?

That's true.

Before the class ends, tell me about Anastasia Nikolayevna.

I don't remember anything.

Not even anything good?

Strange.

Everyone said she was so cool,

and you don't remember anything.

A YEAR AGO

God, why did I go with you?

I should have called Anya's father, he would have come and picked her up.

He will kill her. He won't even listen to her.

Barkovskiy, tell me the truth. Had she been drinking?

You can tell me the truth, right?

Well, yes, but it's not just that.

Anastasia Nikolayevna, I know I can trust you.

How do you know?

I can feel it.

Happy birthday, Anastasia Nikolayevna!

Happy birthday, Anastasia Nikolayevna!

Barkovskiy, was this all your idea?

Thank you.

PRESENT DAY

After that celebration, the whole school was jealous. I've seen photos.

That Suvorova's parents are quite brave.

To leave the house for the kids to tear it apart.

Do they often have parties like that?

I don't know.

I need to go.

Who is Ira Shorina's father. Do you know?

I think she lives with her stepfather.

-May I? -Run along.

All those superpowers, like telepathy and ESP,

will take more room, so their noggins will be bigger.

There will be no physical activities. People won't leave their computers,

and they'll get fat.

Maybe their fingers will grow, so it will be more convenient

to bang on the keyboard. They will be implanted with microchips after birth.

Basically, future humans will look like tadpoles, or sperm.

What are you laughing at, sheep?

You'll soon end up like that because of your Sparta.

You already have.

-What are you talking about, Yurov? -I...

He's talking about us, Marina Ivanovna.

He considers himself...

strong, brave, and honest.

And we're weaklings, right, Maks?

Misha.

-Quiet. -Stop this circus!

-Let's return to the subject at hand. -This is about the subject.

Marina Ivanovna.

Yurov, are you sure that you say what you think?

Look at us.

We're normal people.

Our psyches are fine.

Our communication is, too.

We can find a common language with anyone.

So, we play the game, what of it?

We're not pretending to be someone else in life.

I think you're pretending.

You pretend to be righteous.

Champion of morality.

You see, Maks, everyone can tell.

Maybe enough pretending?

Did Anastasia Nikolayevna teach you to communicate like that?

Let's not talk about Anastasia Nikolayevna right now.

Understand, Barkovskiy, we have different futures.

Just leave me alone, okay?

Yeah, Bark, leave him alone, or he'll go and complain to someone.

-The police, for example. -No, Khudyakov, I won't.

That's not how we do it.

How do you do it?

Stop that at once!

Yurov, we're going to the principal's office.

Why, Marina Ivanovna? Everything is fine, right, Khudyakov?

We were just playing.

Your assignment is on the board. Get out of here.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-Hello. -Greetings.

-Goodbye. -Hello.

Who are you looking for?

I need this young lady for a second. The principal knows.

I need to go to the nurse's office. It's urgent.

Was he asking about my dad?

God! You almost knocked me over!

Ira, when's the funeral?

Hi, I know you're busy, but... he's constantly at school,

asking everyone about you.

What should I do?

So many plants...

but no Tradescantia, imagine that.

I remember it from school, Tradescantia.

Well, kudos to your biology teacher.

What did you want to know? The break is short, and I'd like to get some rest.

What can you tell me about Anastasia Nikolayevna Istomina?

As they say, don't speak ill of the dead,

but if I'm being honest, I didn't like her.

You know...

to like a person,

you don't really need to know them, but to dislike them,

you have to have a good reason.

Of course, I had reasons, but they're personal.

They have nothing to do with this.

Well... think about it.

Perhaps it makes sense to be a bit more forthcoming with me.

So, what did you tell him?

Nothing.

I told him she lives with her stepdad,

and that I don't know where you get your money.

That's it. Then I left.

Didn't we agree not to talk to the police on our own?

Anya, what were you saying

about having a legal guardian present when questioning minors?

I checked.

That's only in court.

Questioning minors during the course of an investigation is not regulated.

What's the problem?

Why can't we talk to the police?

We all know what to say and what not to say. We're not kids.

Let me remind you.

The police are going to look for a fall guy, even if it's nobody's fault.

Those who seek, shall find.

Somebody's going to let something slip without thinking.

Or someone will decide to spill their guts.

It'll end with one of us being accused.

-Accused of what? -Murder.

If they accuse me, I'll tell them everything.

If you do as I say...

nobody will be accused...

of anything.

Understand?

Well...

Last time, they were a little more involved, Ignat Antonovich.

Maybe they...

stopped liking your Sparta.

No, they're not playing Sparta today, thank God.

-They're studying for their exams. -Why "thank God?"

Just because I never liked that game.

Then why did you allow it to be installed?

The late principal insisted.

In exchange for us testing it,

the developer got new computers for the whole school.

How interesting.

Tell me more about this Sparta of yours, in that case.

MARINA: ARE YOU IGNORING ME?

Excuse me.

I'll definitely tell you.

Later.

Excuse me, my students are waiting.

What was it for this time?

For the dress.

I was going to school,

and he was waiting outside to see what I was wearing.

What kind of dress?

It was red, with a low neckline.

He started ripping it off me right there, in front of everyone.

What a freak.

I don't understand why you don't want to talk to Bark.

-I'm scared. -For Bark?

Are you stupid? For my dad.

Maks, what the heck?

I'm not angry.

I think I deserved it.

Why are you angry with Bark?

-Everyone is nervous. -Where are you going? What about Sparta?

Bark said it's better not to play while there's police at school.

"Bark said!"

Soon you won't be able to piss without him.

Oh, my God!

Your iniquity breaks my heart and boils my heart.

Unrequited love!

Yeah, Khudyakov, this is harder than Sparta.

Jump on your heels.

So, it's the most tight-knit class in school?

Undoubtedly.

And the most active.

They themselves established a phone ban during class.

They wrote a letter to the late principal requesting changes to the cafeteria menu.

They asked them to get rid of the fast food,

and leave only healthy foods: salads, fresh squeezed juices. Imagine that.

By the way, here's something that's up your alley.

There was an abrupt change in alcohol consumption in the last months.

Not one case.

I won't even mention drugs.

Why is that?

During a school assembly, the 11th grade class made a very firm statement.

Misha Barkovskiy warned...

that they would personally identify the guilty party,

and, without any hesitation...

turn them over to the police.

One second.

Wow!

I wonder, was the former principal...

just as assiduous?

He was the one who taught me.

What did you want to ask me?

Lyudmila Mikhailovna, what do you know about this Sparta game?

It sounds familiar. Should I know it?

It's installed on your IT classroom computers.

It's supposedly being tested...

at your school.

All 11th graders are playing it.

However, Ignat Antonovich doesn't like it.

The late Rusanov ordered it to be installed.

In exchange for which, supposedly,

the developer would purchase new computers for the IT class.

You know, I haven't gotten around to that yet.

Is there something dangerous about it?

I don't know.

Tell me, wasn't Ignat Antonovich in love with Anastasia Nikolayevna?

Maybe she gave him a reason to be jealous. Do you know?

As far as I know, Ignat and Anastasia were never close.

Who was he close with?

Marina Ivanovna?

I don't understand.

By the way, where is the PE teacher?

He's on sick leave.

Everything is so complicated at your school.

You know what, Lyudmila Mikhailovna, make me a list.

Who, from your friendly team...

was close with each other.

-Are you serious? -Absolutely.

I won't do it. It's not decent, after all.

Too bad.

It would save me a lot of time. Oh, well, I'll find out myself.

Maybe you're going to peek into my bed, too?

What am I saying?

Do you have any other questions?

Yes. Well...

One question regarding...

your student, Ira Shorina. Do you know...

Ira Shorina...

who is her father?

As far as I know, they don't live together,

and I've never seen him.

-If you'd like, I can find out. -No, thank you.

No need, I'll do it myself. Thank you.

I said, no.

Don't even think about going out.

Do you understand me?

What brings you here?

I wanted to talk.

-Can I help? -Go home.

Tomorrow.

At school.

What if it's important...

-for your investigation? -During working hours!

I see how it is.

How is it, huh?

Trying to make me feel bad, kid?

I'm not a kid.

If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine.

If I want to talk, I'll call you in for an interrogation. Got it?

I got it.

Sorry to disturb you.

I just thought you were different.

I guess I was wrong.

-What do you want, anyway? -Nothing.

We had a good talk the other day, and I thought...

How did you even find me?

He asked about me?

Yes, he did.

What did you tell him?

That you're on sick leave.

You didn't go out, did you?

No.

Lyuda, I'm scared.

-Are you sure you told me everything? -Yes.

I swear.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Everything will be fine.

It's okay.

I don't have anything to go with the tea.

Thank you.

I just wanted to see...

how you live...

and how you work.

You have a nice house.

You guys are very strange.

I would never barge into a cop's house at your age.

Everybody was scared of the police.

And teachers, too. I remember we had a history teacher.

She would call us to the blackboard, and we couldn't even speak,

even though we knew the answer.

And you guys made them swap pasta for salads,

implemented a gadget ban.

Very strange.

Aren't you afraid of anyone?

Definitely not afraid of you.

What's there to be afraid of?

Others are afraid.

"I don't know, I don't remember, I didn't see anything."

Well, that's normal.

Judge yourself.

They saw the teacher die.

Panic, stress, fear, everyone is scared.

Then there's you. Like a bull in a china shop.

Walking around, asking strange questions.

-Why are they strange? -I don't know.

For example, where do I get my money?

Or...

who is Shorina's father?

And what does that have to do with Anastasia Nikolayevna?

Yes, they told me. What of it?

I'm one of them, and you're a stranger.

That's not what matters.

I'm just an adult.

It's hard to understand you guys.

Can you help?

I guess I'm interested. What should I do?

Be a snitch?

No.

For starters, I need a detailed chart showing where

everyone was when Istomina stepped out of the window.

Does that go against your principles? Can you do it?

I'll try.

Can I ask a question?

Why do you think she...

Well...

Why did she kill herself?

We didn't find a suicide note.

You know...

she definitely kept a diary.

She even told us that it helps you better express your thoughts.

Maybe that's where the note is.

Thank you, I'll consider that.

Thanks for the tea.

I should go.

Tell me about your game. What's the name again?

Sparta.

Sparta.

What do you want to know?

Where did you get it?

What are you testing there?

Well...

A YEAR AGO

-Yuriy Vasilyevich, you wanted to see me? -Yes.

Come in, buddy, come in.

Ignat Antonovich, I want you to listen carefully

to Mr. Sotnikov's offer.

I specifically invited Misha Barkovskiy,

the leader of one of the best classes in our town,

so he can get on board with our project as well.

What project, Yuriy Vasilyevich?

Alexei Petrovich Sotnikov. I suppose you haven't met him yet?

He will now explain everything in great detail.

I represent a gaming company which is working on a new game for adolescents.

For now, we're calling it "Sparta".

We created a new, unique platform for this game, with endless possibilities.

Considering the market, we decided to test a beta version here,

among teenagers, rather than hiring regular game testers.

Are you trying to cut costs?

Quite the opposite.

Your computers would not be able to handle the game's software,

so we will be paying

to replace all the computers in your classroom.

You see? That's wonderful! What do you say, Misha?

What can I say? It's cool.

Well, I'm against it.

I've heard about that game, and what I've heard is that it's...

definitely not for teenagers.

If the results show that it's not suitable for teenagers,

we won't put it out on the market.

We will readdress it and put an age restriction on it.

But we need to gain a thorough understanding of it.

If it's bad, we will help determine that, right, Misha?

Well, yes.

Let's try it.

Great!

PRESENT DAY

I don't understand. Prokhorov told me that the surgery went well. Romashova too.

What do they want, money?

-Mom. -What "Mom?"

Okay.

We can sell the apartment.

We need to sell your computer, that's what.

-Sell it when I go blind. -Don't talk like that!

-There's your half-baked Tatar Romeo. -Mom!

What "Mom?"

We're gonna check into the hospital tomorrow. Say goodbye.

Mom, I'm not going back there.

What do you mean?

I mean, I won't.

I can't anymore.

Mom, please don't pressure me anymore.

You go. I'll get to school on my own.

Hello.

What's going on?

She's angry.

The surgery didn't help. I need another one, but I refused.

Why did you refuse?

You try lying in bed, bald, with your skull open,

in a room with ten other patients and no restroom.

And with a headache so bad it feels like there's an axe in your head.

Then take five courses of antibiotics, and throw up everything, even water.

I'd like to see you do that.

-So, it's better to go blind. -Yes.

Listen...

what if you went...

to Israel, or Germany? I read that their treatments are not as torturous.

-You could-- -Did you read how much it costs?

Where would I get that kind of money?

We could ask for it online.

No.

-You promised me nobody would know. -I just want you to be healthy.

-And-- -Pretty?

You don't like how I look?

Do I look bad?

Sorry.

I'm so tired of these sniffles.

By the way, I keep forgetting to ask. Are you taking your pills?

What's with the wilted bush?

You wouldn't give that to your Lipatova, would you?

Now, that's a different story!

You're not romantic at all.

Listen, Kryukov, I'm not Princess Jasmine. I'm a medical examiner.

And men like you, Kryukov, I eat for breakfast.

Okay.

The hot dog, by the way,

wasn't cheap. Tell me what's going on.

Our assumptions were correct.

The cause of death was a fall from a height,

which resulted in a fractured spine.

Around six weeks before the fall, the girl was badly beaten.

Based on her injuries, I would say she fell down the stairs.

I saw it before with my Lyona,

when his father pushed him down the stairs.

I see you are very happily married.

Of course.

What should I do now?

Close the case, or...

find the staircase.

You decide.

I will, don't worry.

Let me kiss you.

You'll survive. I have too much work.

Okay.

Listen, are you back with what's her name?

I'm an old, sick man. Girls don't like me.

And rightly so.

Kryukov.

Are you gonna pretend you're okay...

until a second stroke kills you?

I spoke with the cop.

By the way, he asked about you.

I told him that...

the former principal introduced us,

that you two were friends,

and that you brought Sparta to our school.

You need to leave that school.

I'm not going anywhere, especially as it's the end of the year...

and I'm preparing for my exams.

I also have an international biology tournament in a month,

and I'm the team captain.

-Of the soccer team? -Soccer, too.

Are you going to college?

-Of course. -This is nonsense.

I need money.

That should do for now.

As soon as they close the case,

you will leave school immediately. Understand?

Come to the meeting place.

ANYA - CHRIS -NATASHA - MARAT KHUDYA - GOSHA - OLESYA - BARK

Hello, everyone.

-Did you see him? -Yes.

We agreed that I'll give him the chart tomorrow.

Who was where when Nastya jumped.

Everyone send me a PM: where you were, and what you were doing.

Should we all write the truth?

Yes. I'll fill out the chart myself.

Write the truth, got it? The truth.

We've been over this a hundred times. We have nothing to be afraid of.

And no one.

I'm out. Don't stay long.

No one.

Except you, Bark.

MARAT

NATASHA

I love you.

Say it louder.

I can't hear you.

I love you, Natasha. Do you hear me?

I'm gonna marry you.

We'll take our exams--

At your age, I wouldn't think of ignoring my father.

I'm not ignoring you.

I'll say it again. I want you to understand me.

What you're telling that girl...

is never going to happen.

We found him a nice Tatar bride, and he's...

Murik!

It's late. Your sisters are asleep. It's time for bed.

It's none of his business. I can decide for myself.

You're young. You'll understand when you're older.

If you only knew how alike you two are.

Good night.

Sparta

OLESYA

ANYA

You asshole!

GOSHA

BARK

You missed everything.

Now I have to tell you in person.

I was on a business trip, and I didn't know anything.

I had just gotten home when you called.

How did it happen?

I don't know.

But I know.

He killed her.

Subtitle translation by Mariam Ohanjanyan