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PREVIOUSLY

Sparta, the simulator for the new generation.

-What are the rules? -No rules.

My task is to help him investigate the suicide of Anastasia Istomina.

And divert his attention from Sparta and you.

This is Max Yurov's phone. He left it by accident.

I think it may be connected.

ANASTASIA NIKOLAYEVNA: DON'T TEXT ME! EVER!!

"An amazing boy, totally unique. Sometimes...

I see him looking at me.

Attentive, masculine, fully mature."

Does this man have a girlfriend?

There is a girl. I saw some letters with poems inside, I think.

-You remember her last name? -The surname is well known

-to readers of Pushkin. -Istomina.

You were not at the gym at the time of Istomina's death.

Were you so upset by the text message that you skipped class?

That's none of your business.

Tell me everything that happened in the gym.

You can't beat it out of me, because we're in Sparta,

and you're not.

OLESYA

ANYA

Tell him...

-that I can be trusted. I'll be discreet. -Fuck you.

Go and tell them everything. You didn't...

-kill her, right? -No!

No!

Here.

Daddy!

Daddy, where were you?

YEAR 2020

Take a deep breath.

Good.

Take care.

Wait there, I'll call you.

Igor.

It's you. Alive.

How are you?

I told them you can't go to prison.

Nobody listened to me.

-Let me examine you. -Leave it.

I'm fine.

And I don't have time.

I need money. Urgently.

Lend me some.

PRESENT DAY

Daddy!

Dad, where were you?

You don't recognize him?

Enjoy your meal, Dad.

-Are you mad? Why are you calling me Dad? -What do you mean?

What's wrong with you?

Maybe something's wrong with you, Miss?

Maybe you've got the wrong person? Look at him, he's still in school.

And who are you?

I'm...

Here.

Captain Kryukov. And you are...?

Let's go, Stepa.

Holy shit.

Did you see that?

-What do they want? Money? -Could be anything these days.

Did you see how she took off when she saw your ID?

Don't worry about it. So, do you think

Yurov had something going on with Anastasia Nikolayevna?

Yurov isn't playing Sparta with you guys, is he?

Do you know why?

Where does he go...

-when you are playing? -I have no idea.

Okay then.

To you, Daddy!

Yeah, right.

I need to see Yurov.

Long time no see.

-I already told you no. -Why did she ask you to stop texting her?

Do you really think she jumped because of me?

The text was sent in the morning before the suicide.

-What happened that night? -How should I know? I wasn't there.

-Arrest me if you want to interrogate me. -Enough, Max.

You're a grown man, helping your mother. I can see you're a good guy.

Or not?

Are you still a little boy?

Scared of responsibility? Screwed up and hiding in the bushes?

I don't care what you think. But I wasn't the reason she did it.

Why are you so sure?

Because she didn't care about me...

About the fact that I work, I try to study, about those stupid poems.

She didn't care that I was ready to die for her.

She didn't see me as a grown man.

So, that was your text? You expressed your feelings,

-and she asked you to stop texting her? -Yes!

-When I saw all that... -What did you see?

-That she's a slut. -What did you see? When? Where?

-It's not there anymore. -Max!

I told you, I deleted everything. Check her phone if you need to.

You need a heart-to-heart with somebody, kid. With your father, ideally.

You know, when my father was dying...

he couldn't piss, the tumor wouldn't let him.

And he asked me, a 16-year-old boy,

when my mom couldn't hear,

he asked me, "Come on, son, pour some water...

in and out of the bucket.

Maybe the sound of it will trigger me to piss".

I was embarrassed.

I pretended I didn't hear him and walked away, basically, ran away.

And that was my father.

If he were still alive, I'd carry him to the shitter.

Just to talk with him.

I ask myself every day, "What if...

he was here now...

What would I ask him first?"

What?

I don't know.

And you?

I guess...

"How much longer...?"

"...Is it gonna hurt?"

For a while.

But it'll go away.

Did you press the kid?

I did.

And?

And what?

We have to wait.

Right. Tell that to your Lipatova, she'll bite your head off.

Let's go to my place.

Whoa!

Then she'll bite my head off.

We won't tell her.

Let's go.

I have some hot dogs.

Seducer, my ass.

He has hot dogs.

IRA

Misha!

Okay.

Shorina is sorted.

She was Rusanova's opponent.

Next, Natalya Belodedova,

AKA "Crybaby".

Her opponent is some...

-unknown woman. -Show me.

She's not here.

Unknown, for now. Let's move on. Marat Galimov.

Got him.

The opponent is some dude.

Him.

Okay.

-Looks like him. -Show me.

I think.

Who is it?

It's his father.

Okay.

Noted.

At the time of the suicide he was in a gym class.

Moving on.

Georgi Dovzhenko, AKA "Athlete".

He was also at gym class.

Okay... Oh!

I have this one.

Pretty boy, quite handsome.

I feel sorry for your taste in men.

-Back off! -Stay focused.

He reminds me of someone. But who?

Oh!

What a blind idiot!

Blind idiot!

It's him.

-Who is it? -Dovzhenko's opponent.

Bagramov, gym teacher.

So write it down. Opponent, Bagramov.

Listen, Kryukov, I can't sit here with you all night.

Did you take your pills?

Mention the pills again and I'll kill you.

Forget about the pills again and I'll choke you myself.

I'll get them.

Tosha, let's call it a day.

It's late.

Take your pills and we'll call it a day.

GOSHA

VICTORY!!

NATASHA

MARAT

ANYA

KHUDYA

KRIS

BARK

Attention, Sparta!

Forum is tomorrow at 11:00.

I repeat, forum is tomorrow at 11:00. Now, everybody, go offline.

I'm not saying you have to delete your social media accounts.

Just be careful.

-They are watching you everywhere. -We can stay offline for a few days.

-Yura never even had a computer, right? -Yeah, and he's dying without it.

We should've all pitched in. It's not his fault his mom can't afford a computer.

What's Yurov doing here?

Look at him.

We need to talk.

You really don't understand what's going on?

-What's going on? -Something scary?

Aren't you scared, Milkova?

-What should I be scared of? That cop? -Yeah, you should.

He'll eat you alive.

-Can't you see how you've changed? -What are you talking about?

You, Kris.

Studying used to be your priority. You wanted to be accepted into university.

What's important to you now? Sparta? Kolya?

My grades are fine.

You're not fine. You weren't such a bitch before.

And you, Khudyakov.

-What about me? -You always had your own opinion.

And now you're just yapping after everybody like a jackal.

-Why did you come here? -Wait.

Holy shit. Shorina is speaking up, look at that.

Oh, that's right, you can talk now.

It's just before, when you were quiet, you were different, better.

Not like these two bitches.

-Anya, you had something human in you. -Yurov, what do you want?

I need you to understand that something has happened to you. Don't you see?

You don't even notice.

I can translate that into normal language.

Something has happened, huh?

When?

When Misha Barkovskiy joined the class.

That's when everything went bad.

Anya's father, for example, stopped beating her.

No more bruises. Look, she's smiling.

-Kulikov... What did you call him? Jackal? -Yes.

He doesn't want to be a stupid doctor anymore. Yes.

Shorina is not a doormat anymore.

She can talk now.

She dresses nice.

But she could be...

an obedient housewife,

have a bunch of babies for some hard-working man.

He'd beat her up every weekend... Wouldn't it be great?

-Let me explain. -Let me tell you what's changed.

Your place in the food chain.

You used to be Max Yurov, experienced, hardened, matured at a young age.

Now you're nobody, a loser, nothing.

Remember when I said you’re simulating somebody else's life?

-You're simulating! -Me?

Yes, you are!

I'm not pretending to be a grown-up.

Like you. And I'm not scared.

And you're just a little boy...

who got scared and wet his pants.

-Son of a bitch! -Relax!

-Yurov! -Max!

-Enough! -Get off me!

I won't hurt your Führer.

Gosha.

The detective will be asking you about Bagramov.

Why do you think that?

He knows your opponent in Sparta.

And not only in Sparta.

ONE YEAR AGO

So, you throw the ball with one hand. The other hand is just touching it.

The elbow is pointed straight at the basket.

The tricep... is parallel to the floor.

Okay, now your feet.

Right foot is a little bit forward...

Your knee is pointed at the basket. Bend it a little bit.

Take your hands off me.

And now, the throw.

Don't throw yet. Look at me.

You throw while leaping into the air.

And while hanging, you straighten your elbow

and your hands make a sharp movement.

-Can I? -Understood?

Yes.

Yes, Gosha, go ahead.

Yeah!

Good job.

Take your hands off me!

-Three points. -What?

Nothing.

-I told you, don't touch me! -Okay, okay, it was just an accident.

Take the balls and practice the free-throw. I'll be right back.

PRESENT DAY

-Why are you so gloomy, Valentina? -No reason, just another great Sunday.

I can't even watch TV in peace.

I won't stay long.

You can enjoy your TV soon.

-What's behind this door? -Storage room.

The old principal had it boarded up so the boys won't mess with it.

There is a vent that they turned into a smoking spot. So, it was locked up.

Nope.

It's open.

Smells of burning. They smoked in here again.

Doesn't smell like tobacco. What were they doing here? Burning their grade reports?

What?

I'm saying, were they burning their grade reports?

-Want to know what I told my husband? -No, I don't like it.

Sorry.

I don't like it.

How do you like it? Tell me.

-How do you want it? I'll do anything. -I've got to go.

How did she do it? Like this?

-Who? -Your Nastya.

Or that underage slut from her class.

Or did you fuck the whole school, you pervert?

Bullshit! What are you talking about?

What do you want from me?

You said, "One more time". You just had one more time.

You didn't even...

kiss me once, asshole.

Thank you, Ignat Antonovich, you kept your promise.

I'll keep my word too...

That you shoot porn in your classroom

featuring underage schoolgirls...

I won't tell anybody about it. I'll destroy you in a different way.

I'm sorry, I snapped.

Can I go now please?

Go.

Thank you for that.

Kryukov, you're a jerk, you know that?

You called the expert on the day

the General's country house was being cleaned out.

I was being yelled at because of you, and then...

I had to look for this expert everywhere. You think it's okay?

Syoma, how much longer?

-One second. -See? Almost there.

What is it?

Well, here's some burned paper.

-Notebook? -Maybe.

Could be a sketchpad. There's some handwriting.

Here, for example, we have a letter E.

-Is that it? -Yes, for now.

Can you get more out of it?

More?

Well, if you get me that notebook,

I'll see if these pages belong to it or not.

And I'll try to recreate the text with the marks left by pencil pressure.

If you get me a sample of the ink and the handwriting, maybe I'll be able to...

tell you who wrote it. That's it, I'm not a wizard.

Well...

Should we go, Anna Anatolyevna? The general is probably waiting.

Go ahead, I'll be right there.

What is it?

These are missing pages from Istomina's diary.

Why would somebody burn the pages?

I don't know.

But I'll find out.

What about Rusanova's case?

-You forbade me. -And you obeyed?

Anka, I don't get it.

Are you happy to see me?

-Why do you think that? -I asked you first.

Yes.

-You are happy? -Yes, you asked first.

Come on, guys, a bit faster.

Come on, throw it to him.

And at the basket. Run faster. And from the top!

Good job! Run faster!

Gosha! Pass faster and run up to the basket.

Gosha! What's wrong? You want to get benched?

-My hand hurts. -And your ass doesn't?

-What did you say? -Nothing. You're not in school.

You're not a girl, and I'm not Bagramov.

I'm not gonna play games with you. You'll be off the team in no time. Sissy.

Who's a sissy? I'm a sissy?

Prove it on the court, if you're not.

Come on! Go!

Go!

There you go! Run up faster!

Good job, guys. See you same time tomorrow.

Valentin Nikolayevich!

I'm sorry, I can't come tomorrow.

Why not?

Our teacher died nine days ago, we're going to the cemetery.

I haven't noticed you feeling sad.

Do you really have to go?

Maybe you'd rather come to practice?

I don't really want to go, but I have to.

If I don't go, there'll be questions.

Well, I already have them.

First string doesn't last forever, especially for you.

Nice throw.

Thank you.

A quick word?

Why the cemetery? Istomina hasn't been buried yet.

To visit Alina's grave. And it's nine days since Nastya died.

Good guys. So concerned.

What can you tell me about Bagramov?

-What about him? -His relationship with Istomina?

I don't know, normal relationship.

"Hi", "Hello".

-Tell me about him. -Tell you what?

For example, why do you hate him so much?

He was my first coach.

I started with him back in Chelyabinsk,

then they invited me here to Saint Petersburg

under his patronage.

I started to look for a regular school, found one.

I started at school.

And then all of a sudden...

he showed up in that school saying, "Hello, I'm your new gym teacher."

So, shouldn't you be thankful to him?

I should, yes.

Back in Chelyabinsk there were rumors about him.

That he... well...

likes boys, you know.

So they started picking on me here. Somebody told the coach.

Do you believe that?

It's just he has this stupid thing...

Touching, putting his arms around you.

He pisses me off.

I flipped out a few times. In Sparta too.

-What about Sparta? -Nothing. Kicked his ass a few times.

I didn't ask you about Sparta.

You didn't.

No. Should I have?

No, you shouldn't.

Sorry, I gotta go catch my bus.

I don't understand, how did he get into your school? Was it just a coincidence?

Our principal is his sister.

-His sister? -Yes, step-sister. Why?

-Santa Barbara. -What?

Santa Barbara, a good soap opera. Check it out.

I will. Goodbye.

Come in.

You've never invited me in before.

I have now.

My mom isn't home.

Come in.

Who is this?

The most powerful Earthbender.

Why her?

Can't you guess?

She was born blind, but she can see all the feelings and vibrations of the Earth.

She's also called the Blind Bandit.

She's my favorite.

Well...

I like you more.

Tell me what you're up to.

-What do you mean? -You know.

Nothing.

If there's a way to make some money, I'll take it. Nothing to worry about.

What way?

To prove your love, you don't have to jump off a bridge.

I'm trying to stop you from jumping.

Why do you think I want to jump?

Nobody expected Nastya to jump either.

-But she did. -Nobody did anything like that to me.

You're doing it to yourself.

Kiss me.

And do everything else too.

I wanna see... while I still can.

To be honest, I don't understand why you brought me here again.

I'm already embarrassed about last night.

I hope this time you won't get me drunk.

Inga, I just want to know what happened. Because all this is very weird.

Up until now, nobody...

has given me a reasonable explanation why your friend killed herself.

I won't give it to you either. I don't know.

But I don't believe that she killed herself.

I already told you, remember? About that guy who tried to rape her?

I remember. That's why you're here.

So, one more time, let's focus...

and try to remember something unusual.

For example?

"I feel like a teenage girl going through puberty.

I went to that stinking gym and got into a stupid mess I'm still ashamed of.

Other than Gusya, I couldn't tell anybody about it, so I told her.

She made fun of me.

March 22nd."

-Remember that? -I do, but it was nothing.

One of her students told her that...

they were being watched in the locker room.

So, she went to check it between classes.

She found some secret room, locked herself in, then the kids showed up to change.

She was hiding there until they were gone.

She was late for her class and got upset about it.

-Do you think it's important? -I don't know.

Maybe.

ALENOCHKA RUSANOVA RUSANOV Y. V.

Kris!

-Hello, everybody. -Hello.

What brought you here, Captain?

Just walking by.

-Where's Yurov? -He's absent.

Can I ask you a question?

Why won't you let us bury Anastasia Nikolayevna?

We still need to iron out a few things.

I promise, it'll be resolved any day now.

-Today or tomorrow I'll issue the order. -So, it was a suicide?

Or is it Article 110? Or something worse?

Wow, you sure know a lot.

I go to law school.

Think twice.

It's up to you. Misha, quick word.

I took a tour of the gym...

and found a tiny little room hidden in the boys' locker room.

Did you know you were being watched?

-Yes. -Yes, what?

Yes, I knew that.

I noticed a long time ago that...

somebody was peeping. I didn't tell the guys.

I don't know why. So...

Turned out it was Anastasia Nikolayevna.

Why are you so sure?

I saw her.

And one day I decided to stay longer...

after gym class.

The gym was empty, there were no more classes after us,

the bell rang, so I hid under the stairs.

A few minutes later Anastasia Nikolayevna came out of there,

looked around,

and walked away quickly.

Please...

don't tell the guys, and...

don't tell anybody. It just...

seems inhuman.

Did she do that often?

-I don't know. -Who knows?

Bagramov, maybe?

He probably does.

Shorina, is it you who killed me?

-Idiot! -Easy, easy.

-I hate you! -Hey! Hey!

TWO MONTHS AGO

-Sorry, I left my gym clothes here. Can I? -Sure, come in.

Barkovskiy, what's wrong?

Nothing.

I just like looking at you.

Go get changed for your gym class.

I can't get changed in there, Anastasia Nikolayevna.

Somebody's peeping at us in there.

-Who's peeping? Girls? -I don't know who.

In the locker room there's a...

room that seems to have a special purpose.

Somebody's sitting there and...

peeping.

-What room? It's nonsense! -No, it's not.

I can't believe that somebody could sit in this stinky hole.

And what can you see from there?

Go see for yourself, if you don't believe me.

And?

Can you see me?

Well, yes.

See, I told you.

And you didn't believe me.

-Hey. -What's up?

-What's that song? -What song?

What's that stinky smell?

You didn't wash your bikini area or what?

My junk is not as easy to wash as yours.

-What? -Nothing.

Somebody is asking for it.

Yeah, your junk.

-Are you an idiot? -No.

-Pioneers, please welcome... -Bark, you coming?

Yeah, in a minute

Reading other people's diaries is mean.

Sorry, Anastasia Nikolayevna, that I...

I didn't expect all this to happen.

I saw you wrote some things about me.

"Handsome, mature, grown-up.

I can't control it anymore... If only I were 17 years old."

Let me go, idiot.

Nastya, you want me so much, I can feel it.

And after peeping at naked boys you can barely hide it.

Well, you don't have to, Nastya. I'm right here, so close to you.

Nastya...

PRESENT DAY

-Hello. Did you call me, Madam? -Forget it. Sit down.

So, a friendly kiss...

-is out of the question? -Write.

"To the chief of the Investigative Committee, third-class adviser..."

Third class is easy.

-Sorry, stupid school. -"...adviser of justice, Lipatova A.A."

-A.A.? -Anna Anatolyevna.

"In response to your special order, I inform you..."

And then you explain that it was a regular suicide

and not anything else made up in a sick fantasy of some crazy detective.

-Those exact words? -Yes.

-What about doing the right thing? -What thing?

The right thing for you would be not to show off, at least out of gratitude.

Do you remember who saved your rank, who introduced you to the police,

-and not in the lowest position? -Thanks to you, Madam.

Yes, thanks to me!

It was me sucking up to the bosses and kissing their asses.

While you should be sitting on your ass...

slobbering after that stroke.

-But I'm alive and showing off. -That's right, Kryukov.

Okay, to hell with me.

Look through my eyes at that poor teacher.

At that fucking Sparta they're all playing.

At that... fornication between teachers and students.

At the strange deaths of a girl and the principal, her father.

-And maybe then-- -No.

Cause of death, spinal fracture due to falling out of the window.

Kryukov, I'm closing the case.

I'm checking the box.

If you want, you can work this case on your own time.

-Excuse me. -Is it urgent?

They told me Kryukov is here and I wanted to tell you

those burned pages are really from Istomina's diary.

I couldn't recreate the text but...

I was able to decipher a few lines next to the torn paper.

Remember that entry when she went to the gym?

She added more to it. Somebody was messing with her in the locker room.

I thought you might be interested.

We're not interested.

Case is closed. Get out.

Got it.

And one more thing.

No more expert examinations. Is that clear?

Write it down.

Kryukov, are you crazy?

Let's go out and eat. I'll pay.

I'm on a diet. Bummer.

Why are you so bummed? Is your Lipatova in a bad mood again?

I don't love her anymore.

I'm tired of her.

Enough.

Let me kiss you and let's go eat.

Listen, Kryukov.

You know what? I understand that to you I am something between

a partner and an errand boy,

but all these romantic emotions of yours...

please keep them to yourself, okay?

Good. Bye.

Subtitle translation by Liubov Ponticelli