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That's it, that's it, I'm calm.

I just had to do it so that

I could talk.

You broke my nose.

I didn't break it, I broke it.

What are you taking pictures of?

It's not us.

Come on, it's not you, it's you.

Am I blind or what?

This is a set-up.

Okay, okay, it's us.

I mean, we messed up.

What do we do now?

I'm fine.

Who sent this?

I don't know, they didn't sign up.

Let's pay them money.

They don't want money, they'll just post it.

What do you mean, post it?

We'll pay them money.

They don't ask for money, they don't ask

for anything.

They just said they'd post it tomorrow.

What the hell?

Well, we have to do something.

I don't know, there must be some people

who help in such situations.

You have such shit going on all the

time in your acting environment.

Find some people, call them, ask them.

There is an agency.

It's called Alibi, that's what they're doing.

Here, this is Alibi.

Come on, go, go, let them decide.

I'm not going anywhere, I have a shift.

What shift?

Listen, you're the punisher, you go.

Listen, why don't you go?

That's how it'll be tomorrow, on Channel One.

Well, have you found the people who posted

all this?

No.

What do you mean, no?

Is it that hard?

I'm asking you a lot.

The IT guys found the IP address where

the photos were sent.

That is, it was a cafe.

There was already a mailbox created there, from

where you were all this sent.

And it was deleted from that place.

That's why we're doing something, so you don't

have to yell at me.

Okay, it doesn't matter.

What did I drink?

Potassium.

Useful.

Well?

The photos are too frank.

They cannot be issued for rehearsal or by

chance.

They could have been issued for photomontage, but

it doesn't make sense, because...

Anyway, everyone will think that it was the

right thing to do.

Therefore, I think...

The correct way to confess to you is

to confess publicly.

You will be quickly forgiven and forgotten.

You're not the first.

No, no, it's out of the question.

I have a family.

I have a son.

And a husband.

The husband knows.

And for the son, it will be a

blow, and he will lose it.

I mean, you took him from their teacher.

Then, can you imagine how they will laugh

at him at school?

I will think that it can be done.

The photos will be issued tomorrow morning.

Yes, I understand.

There is little time.

I will think.

What if you don't come up with something?

The guy is waiting here for half an

hour.

Maybe we...

I can't think of anything.

I'm sorry.

Listen, well...

Let's pretend this is a photoshoot of underwear.

It's a pity that they don't have underwear.

Underwear.

Well, let's come up with a slogan.

Underwear that wants you to rip it off.

Dasha!

What?

I'm at least coming up with something.

Suggest something better, I don't know.

A better idea is not to do anything.

Oh, that's a great idea.

Super.

Let them post it.

When they post it, or out of fear,

I will never look at a single man

in my life again.

That's for sure.

I guarantee that this is complete bullshit.

Besides, you have a son.

And you need to think what he will

think.

Sasha will feel sorry for me and respect

me.

And look at how his father is constantly

coping with this nightmare.

Wait, so it's all you?

It's because no one asks for money.

You come up with all the photos, right?

Damn it, I'm an idiot.

It's all you.

No.

Dasha, it was too much for me.

You're so good.

If I had one more life, I would

spend it with you.

Dubrov.

With your cat, or dog, or turtle.

Oh my God.

Oh, soon there will be an incarnation.

Hello, is anyone here?

It will stick off my feet.

Let's do it, guys.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

My girlfriend is a witch.

Come on, do it yourself.

Come on, come on, come on.

You have to work.

You have to study.

Sit down.

Sit down.

If it was live, they would have burned

it on the fire.

Well, this is the Middle Ages.

We live in a different time.

No, this is not the Middle Ages.

The witches were burned in the 15th, 16th,

17th centuries.

A deep enlightenment.

Mainly in Protestant countries of Western Europe.

I'm a medievist.

Who?

A man who studies the Middle Ages.

Go on.

I had a girlfriend.

A very good girl.

We were engaged.

We were walking.

And then, on the eve of the wedding,

the witch took me.

She still thinks I'm a curse.

And I've been sober for six months.

I can't believe it.

I'm just afraid of her.

She buried people in piles.

I knew many of them.

Okay, how do you like this idea?

Maybe you just ...

Disappear?

Disappear?

Throw her away?

She will find.

No, the curse is more than a burial.

Just tell her to go to the temple.

I don't know.

Put a candle.

Talk to the priest.

He will take water.

And he will cure this witch.

She will disappear.

Burn.

Maybe you just go to the temple?

I was in the temple.

I was in the synagogue.

Nothing helps.

I beg you.

Please help me.

She demands children from me.

So, stop.

The problem is that you don't want children

from your girlfriend.

That's why you came here.

So that you don't find your girlfriend's children.

I don't want children from the witch.

Dasha, it's okay.

It's okay.

You're just very nervous.

I'm calm.

Spinner.

Where?

Chest.

Okay, I got it.

Don't worry.

We will help you.

Is your girlfriend ready?

Yes.

The witch turned the apartment into hell.

And she welcomes us at home.

She doesn't let anyone into the office.

So, you come home as if nothing happened.

But you should have a thoughtful look.

As if you are trying to remember something.

Is that you?

Are you coming soon?

I'll let you go now.

What?

You're weird.

No.

No.

I understand that you're worried.

But no one will do it except you.

Start.

He will call you during the day.

Keep your phone with you.

Of course, of course.

Thank you very much.

What's wrong with you?

You see, he's standing.

Don't move.

What?

He's standing with a knife.

Who's standing?

He wants to kill you.

What are you talking about?

There's no one there.

Don't be afraid.

I have a knife too.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

I'll save you.

Help!

Help, please!

Someone, help!

Call an ambulance!

Help!

It's good that you didn't stop.

Call an ambulance!

Help, please!

Call an ambulance!

That's it.

The ambulance will be here soon.

Now undress, sit down and wait.

What's your name?

These are all our people, so you can

go.

You don't need to worry.

What's your name?

Tolya.

Tolya?

May I?

Don't take it too far, or it'll fly

away.

I keep it with me.

If anything happens, I'll be right back.

Tolya, do you recognize me?

Shout at her to make her go away.

Go away!

Tolya, Tolya, look at me.

Look up at her and pretend that you

recognize her.

Yes, that's good.

Do you recognize me?

Did your uncle come again?

Where are you from?

I'm from Shizofrenia.

We used to meet very often, until he

was forced to be treated.

Shizofrenia?

How long have you known each other?

Three years.

There was a recession.

Sometimes these attacks last up to ten years.

These people live, get married, start families, and

no one thinks that they are schizophrenic.

Get dressed.

But sooner or later everything comes back.

Get up, let me dress you.

Are you registered?

No.

Do you have children?

No.

My advice to you is not to waste

time on schizophrenics.

There will be no gratitude.

That's it, you can go now.

Shoes, take your shoes.

Let's go, Tolya, let's go.

Fedya, let's take a break, smoke.

Yes, Lilya.

How are you?

I'm fine.

I ordered myself a second hamburger.

I'm sitting, eating.

Fattening.

Listen, I'm very ashamed.

I really can't imagine who filmed us.

We can handle everything together.

I'll figure something out.

Tell me, what did they say at the

agency?

They will try to help.

What if they can't?

Then we'll have to be a very friendly

and strong family.

Especially you.

Because Sasha probably won't listen to me anymore.

I agree to be a strong and friendly

family.

I even want this photo to be posted

as soon as possible.

To start another test.

And if we pass it, we will live

happily ever after.

I love you.

By the way.

Sorry, I can't talk anymore, I have a

meeting.

Have a nice day.

Hello.

Hi.

Americano, please.

I want to offer you a role.

Second year, right?

I'm the first, but I'm talented.

Andrey Lvovich said, that's why you're here.

Thank you.

We need to save one person.

Who?

His son.

He's in a difficult situation.

A difficult breakup with a girl.

I would like him to see that life

doesn't end there.

You mean, for real?

Well, you can't put such a role in

a resume, of course.

But it's a cool acting experience.

You definitely won't get such miracles anywhere.

I'm interested.

Then I'll send you his photo.

And all the information you might need.

Where he is.

And so on.

Did you get it?

Nice.

I have a question.

What if it's sex?

Look, I'm not hiring a prostitute.

I don't care if you sleep with him

or go to the museum with him.

I just want him to be enchanted by

you.

And for some reason, I think you can

do it.

I agree.

Then let's go.

Yes, Dasha.

Anything else?

I don't know.

Yes, connect me.

I'm listening.

Good afternoon.

Do you recognize me?

Yes.

Sorry, no, I didn't recognize you.

Therefore, if you have any business...

This is about the photo of your wife

and lover.

Finally.

Let's meet, I'll tell you everything.

Yes, let's meet.

Great, where am I?

I could

have guessed.

Who else needs you?

We're here.

It's good here, cozy.

They don't feed you well, but it's a

spectacle.

Sit down, devil.

I wanted to kill you.

Everything is serious.

You ruined my whole life.

Yes.

I didn't become a deputy.

The business is dead.

Who will deal with such a bad guy?

And it turns out that there are not

a single company like yours.

You have competitors.

Not so successful, but...

They made me such a nice discount.

People worked with fire.

And so you decided to take revenge on

me, right?

What are you?

No.

My goal is for you to commit suicide.

Excluded.

I thought that it was impossible to drive

me into a loop, but...

Can you imagine?

Your job.

But don't think that I can do that.

So you can.

Do you know what the article is?

Article 110 of the Criminal Code of the

Russian Federation.

Bringing a person to suicide or attempted suicide

by threat of cruel treatment or systematic humiliation

of human dignity of the victim.

But...

The trick is that there will be no

cruel treatment or humiliation of human dignity.

Cool, right?

But...

But you understand that I will not commit

suicide in any case, regardless of whether you

post these photos or not.

And I'll tell you this.

You will commit suicide, and we will not

post the photos.

And your son will never find out that

his mother...

Potaskuha.

Right word.

The word is right.

But he already knows.

Here.

Give the girl a present, otherwise it's somehow

inconvenient.

I don't know.

Listen, I...

I'm very sorry that it all turned out

like this, but...

Can we make a deal somehow?

What am I talking about?

You get into the loop, and no one

will ever see the photos.

No.

But either your son will get into the

loop, or you.

He will not survive such a scandal.

You underestimate my boy, he is strong.

Are you so sure about him?

You will kill your son, old man.

Yes, Dasha, if I don't come up, it

means I'm busy.

What do you want?

It's some kind of horror.

Let's go without preludes.

Listen, this is some kind of mysticism.

Do you remember this guy whose wife is

a witch?

Charlatan.

Extrasense.

So what?

Well, guess what's wrong with him.

And what's wrong with him?

He died.

Dasha, listen, it's very sad, but it happens.

I don't see what's wrong with him.

The fact is that she really is a

witch.

Oh, come on, really.

Dasha!

She came to our office.

Do you have any proof, or am I

just listening to this?

Okay.

So listen, she came to our office.

She said she had...

God, what?

Stop the car.

Something terrible happened to me, actually.

How are you?

I beg you, talk to her.

Okay, don't worry, I'll tell her.

Don't worry.

I promise.

Send me the address, I'll tell her.

Okay.

Be careful.

I knew you'd come.

You read me like an open book?

That's unpleasant.

Did you really kill him?

Why?

Why did you come?

You scared my assistant, that's low.

I didn't scare anyone.

But she thinks you scared her.

She almost had a heart attack.

And that's just the beginning.

Let's be more specific.

I'd like some specifics.

Cause-and-effect relationship.

I heard about it.

Your wife is cheating on you.

Your son cut his veins.

Is this a coincidence, in your opinion?

You're cursed.

Go away!

Go away!

What are you afraid of?

You're afraid she'll tear me apart.

I'll break your walls.

What?

Your balls.

Hello?

Yes, Dasha.

So?

It's all as it should be.

She stuck needles in a wax doll, drank

black blood.

You don't have to worry.

I'll take care of it.

Pizza?

Yes.

Once a day.

Yes.

It's already

started.

Do you think she'll forgive me?

Of course.

He's a grown-up boy.

I'm sure she'll understand.

And we'll make it, right?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Sanya!

How long do we have to wait?

Family dinner.

Homemade.

I like it.

Take it.

Thank you.

How are you doing at school?

At school?

At school?

Normal.

Education?

Average.

I'll put it this way.

What about the army?

I'll look for an institute with a military

department.

But not an ordinary one.

Right.

Good boy.

It's logical, balanced, and reasonable.

Sasha, Mom and I need to tell you

something.

Right?

Yes.

I need to tell you one thing.

Sasha, I had an affair with another man.

I overheard the interview with the star.

Are you doing well now?

Yes, yes.

We're doing well.

But the thing is there is a possibility

that tomorrow we'll see Mom and the star.

What do you mean?

Sasha, unfortunately, not all people wish us well.

There are people who would like to destroy

us.

Parents, we can do it.

I love you.

I like living with you.

Let's drink.

That's it, Fyodor Mikhailovich.

I'll be writing myself.

I don't give a damn what you give

me.

Writers, for those who have lost their talent,

you need to put them in a separate

cauldron.

So what?

I'm here.

And where do you live, do you think?

Yes.

Are you still alive?

Do you think they've already published it?

When they publish it, you'll be the first

to know about it.

They'll rip your phone off.

You have a romance with Zavadsky, not with

an assistant cat.

Well, you're an asshole, again.

What?

What?

No one else comes to me.

Don't call me.

Are you out of your mind?

Are you out of your mind?

Yes.

Are you going to the army?

Go to the army!

Your phone is ringing.

Damn it.

Yes.

Who's Zavadsky?

Zavadsky.

What do you mean?

What?

Are you out of your mind?

I don't get it.

What do you mean?

Olga, explain.

Don't talk to me.

Yes.

Piotr Sergeevich, I don't remember if I told

you that you're a big idiot.

What are you talking about?

Explain!

Do you speak Russian?

You slept with your son's teacher, in whom

he was in love.

Is that normal?

Is it on the Internet?

It's on the Internet.

The article is about how a famous writer

slept with a beautiful teacher.

Send me a link.

Damn it.

Hello, Olga, I didn't do it.

Of course, you didn't.

It's a photo-editing, isn't it?

No.

I took this selfie to show it to

Sasha.

Anything else?

Where is he?

I don't know.

I want to talk to him.

I have to explain everything to him.

Write to him.

Please, don't get close to him, okay?

If you want, you can text him.

Just don't let him see you, okay?

Olga, I didn't sleep with her.

Listen, how could such a smart person like

you take a picture with a lover?

People steal photos, don't they?

Fool.

Yes.

What's going on?

I was fired.

They said I was a whore.

I'll be right there.

Sasha just called me.

What did he say?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He was fighting and shouting.

I've never heard him like that.

Wait, where is he?

What did he say?

I don't know.

He was shouting that he loved me, that

he hated me, that he wanted to talk

to me.

Then he said he didn't want to see

me, didn't hear me.

But you said it was all a lie.

Of course, I said it was all a

lie.

But he doesn't believe me.

I'm afraid he'll do something to himself.

Did he say that?

No, no.

Why did you take this selfie?

Wait.

Did he say anything else?

I don't know.

He seemed to be saying goodbye.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I didn't understand anything.

Pick up the phone already, finally.

Yes.

Do you know which bridge your son is

going to jump from?

Where is he?

You should have done it yourself.

Now the son is after the father.

Where is he?

I'll give you a hint.

God resurrected him in four days.

What?

Hurry up.

The water is luring you.

Sasha!

Sasha!

I agree.

He ran a little ahead.

If he didn't give up now, then after

his mother's photo, he will be completely disappointed

in this, in the institution of the family.

He will survive.

What are you doing?

I suggest you jump now and stop everything.

You will be regretted.

You regretted and couldn't stand the shame.

And Sasha will regret you and won't jump.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I'm not his father.

I just suggest you jump, and everything will

end.

Come on, come on.

Why don't

you pick up the phone?

What are you doing here?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Go away.

Where?

To your room.

Olya, I told you, I was set up.

Who set you up?

Why?

Listen, I'm tired of making excuses.

Is Sasha at home?

Sasha is at home.

He's all right.

His phone is broken.

A new one, by the way.

Everyone wants to hear his comments about the

relationship with his father.

Let them change the phone again.

Tomorrow everyone will call and ask for comments

about the relationship with his mother.

He has good parents, doesn't he?

He's lucky.

Hello, yes.

Hi, Peter.

Yes, Roman Viktorovich, hello.

I'm listening.

Any problems?

Of course.

The time is right.

There is nothing.

Where is the script?

Ah, I'll send it.

I'll send it tonight.

Well, tomorrow morning.

I'm listening.

Yes.

I'll bring the files and send everything.

I'll be waiting.

Listen, there's all this noise around you and

that teacher.

There was nothing there.

It's nonsense.

It's all nonsense.

I'm sure.

We all know.

You're a good family man.

Wow.

Yes, it calms me down when I cook.

Very tasty.

Can I wipe my hands with something?

We need to confess everything.

Confess what?

Everything.

And first of all, in our unallowed terrible

connection.

But there was no unallowed connection.

There wasn't, but it doesn't matter.

My phone is breaking today, since the morning.

Everyone asks me for comments.

I say that I have nothing to comment

on, that there was nothing.

And they don't believe, because they don't care.

That's how mass media works.

If they say that there was something, then

it was.

This is the only truth they are ready

to believe in.

And that's it.

That's why we have to confess.

Tell everything ourselves.

And that's it.

The excitement is gone.

Do you know that my new boss invited

me to dinner today?

And I realized that I wouldn't even eat.

And when I refused, he was very surprised.

Do you understand that I'm a bad ticket

now?

That I'm an Internet meme now?

That I'm a teacher's prostitute and also a

stripper?

Do you understand this?

I'm not going to any TV, I'm not

going to any TV that says some nonsense

that I have nothing to do with.

Everything is fine.

You are strong.

You are strong.

You can do it.

Everything will be fine.

Do you understand that I'm not doing this

for myself?

First of all, I'm doing this for you.

Of course, everything is fine with you.

Well, yes.

Everything is fine with me.

My wife really left me and my relationship

with my son for the rest of my

life is ruined.

And I can't work.

And so?

But I'll figure it out.

With myself, I'll figure it out.

I don't know, I'll work under a pseudonym.

What's the difference?

I'll get out, and you won't.

What do you suggest?

I give my word.

We met with Petr Sergeevich at one of

the parent meetings.

I liked him right away.

I worked as a tutor for Sasha, Petr

Sergeevich's son.

And, I don't know, maybe I saw Sasha

as a father, but I agreed to take

care of him.

It was a mistake.

And your father responded to your feelings.

Is that right?

Maxim, at that moment in my family there

was a difficult situation.

It happens.

And I got carried away.

I'm a creative person.

I think you understand me.

I'm a creative person.

But I don't understand you.

Of course, he'll say so.

I'll feel like an idiot.

Okay, I won't change the subject.

Maxim, as you know, Anna Nikolaevna never worked

as a stripper.

And all this is a falsification made up

by my competitors.

As for the selfie, yes.

I took a selfie.

Then I have a question for you.

Why didn't you tell your father that you

were dating his son?

Because then Petr Sergeevich wouldn't date me.

Great.

No, I'm a complete bitch and a complete

beast.

I didn't sleep with my son to get

to my father.

No.

Okay, then what do you suggest?

We tried to figure out together with Petr

Sergeevich how not to break up with Sasha

so as not to cause him moral harm.

And on this basis we agreed.

It happened by chance.

No.

Why not?

Because no.

Because...

Because no.

Because no one will believe it.

And it's nonsense.

And in general, it's disgusting.

What's the matter?

You really cursed me, didn't you?

What?

You cursed me.

How?

You cursed me.

I don't know.

I had an affair with a witch.

Okay, you know what?

Get out of here.

Are you serious?

I just said it.

It's nonsense.

It's like believing in Santa Claus or Snow

White.

What's wrong with you?

It's very serious.

My father died of a curse.

He just dried up in front of us.

The doctors didn't understand anything.

And then my mother died.

But she's already in grief.

So go to your witch and ask her...

I don't know, to forgive you.

Tell me, did you really stand at our

door and wanted to fuck my son right

on the private cell?

Damn you!

Hello, Dasha.

Baranova, 13.

There's my car with boring wheels.

Call Angela.

I'm sick of your curses.

No curses.

Don't, I'll walk there.

Okay, bye.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Shoot them a little.

What can I do with one table?

Did they bite you hard?

It's okay, I'll live.

Okay, make an inoculation.

What inoculation?

From rabies.

The second shot.

In a week, the third, in 28 days.

I was sure that they had already come

up with how to make one shot.

You can't drink alcohol for half a year.

Come on, you can't drink at all?

Yes.

You don't look like an alcoholic.

Well, yes.

It's just that, frankly speaking, I have such

a situation that I would like to go

for a drink for a week.

You can't.

The immunity will be weakened.

Please take care of yourself.

Tell me, doctor, what if I...

Well, if I still decide to consume, then

what?

Well, what are the consequences?

Well, among other joys, serious mental disorders.

Well, finally, you're a writer.

Sergey Mikhailovich, I was cursed.

Nonsense.

Write.

Don't waste time on sleep.

Do you feel it?

It's real.

There's still a lot to do.

I still have to show everything to Dan.

To Dan's ass.

Write, bastard.

Prove to this fucking world that you're real.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Just coffee.

Ah, bastard.

Yes.

So what?

Sasha.

So, sit down with your eyes closed, but

you must bring her to us and let

her tell Sasha that you didn't have anything.

And let them live together.

Okay, I got it.

Sasha!

Sasha, come out for a second.

Sasha, I understand that it hurts you a

lot right now, but I have to tell

you the truth.

I slept with your father.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.