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Fourth!

Come on, he's run up to the roof!
Come on, come on, come on!

Faster, faster!
Faster, faster!

Freeze!

Fifth is falling behind.

Move faster! Faster, faster!

Freeze! Or I'll shoot!

Ah, damn!

Freeze!

Freeze! Or I'll shoot!

Academia

Galina Sumina

Maxim Bityukov

Yelizaveta Lotova, Alexander
Konstantinov, Vladimir Yumatov

Alexander Yatsko, Igor Yurtaev,
Eric Yaralov

Director of Photography - Dmitriy Konchev.
Production designer - David Dadunashvili.

Music by Igor Krestovskiy

Written by Arkadiy Vysotskiy,
Vasiliy Abdrashitov.

Directed by Vyacheslav Lavrov,
Alexander Sozonov.

Creative producer - Valeriy Kochkin.
Executive producer - Oksana Furtseva.

Co-producers -
Nelli Yaralova, Roman Atanesyan.

Produced by Alexey Moiseev,
Oleg Piganov, Yulia Razumovskaya

Academia

Hm...

Well, what have you got there? Am
I missing something?

Documents... Some personal effects.
Records... Put it down.

Well? We have the room.

We have a place to work. Now we
just need to find people to work with.

Well, actually, I've already found someone.

Uh-huh.

Oksana Itygilova, twenty-five
years old, programmer.

Specializes in computer
animation and three-dimensional modeling...

But why do we need a fashion designer?

Have a seat. Not
a fashion designer, a modeler!

She creates dynamic computer models
of events using indirect data.

For example, who was standing where,
who shot at what angle.

She can recreate facial features
based on an old photograph.

She can even determine the murder weapon
based on a dent in the skull.

She's incredibly valuable.

A post-graduate student of IUM.
They say she's the best.

The best? She's being held in
a detention centre for hacking.

I won't employ her.

Well, actually, we agreed that
I'd be the one choosing the team members.

Well, can't you find experts
that don't have criminal records?

I can. But all of them
are narrow-minded.

And I want to give preference
to a creative person.

Kirill, do you have a criminal record?

No.

Well, then you don't think
creatively enough?

She hacked the website of the Ministry of Defense.

Perfect.

It shows her skills.
Her unconventional thinking.

After all, our team
will only bear fruit

if we think
outside the box!

She's unavailable at the moment.
Awaiting trial.

So find a way to
get her out.

Or perhaps you're not
creative enough for this?

Yes. Yes, this is Zorina...

I got it. Thank you.

Let's get to work. We'll continue
our discussion later.

This house caught fire
last night.

The cause of the fire hasn't been determined.

But that's not our concern.

The burnt
body is.

An imposing house. At least, it was.

Uh-huh. And an imposing owner.

Vadim Filippov. Businessman.

Mr.Filippov?

Anastasia Zorina,
the investigative committee.

Now the investigative committee.

Good God...

Now everyone has questions for me, huh?
The police, the security...

Just look at all
the neighbors!

All of them want to ask me questions. But
none of them want to answer for anything!

We wanted to talk
about the burnt body.

Do you have any suggestions
on who it can be?

I have no idea! I was on a
vacation abroad with my family.

Arrived just a couple of hours ago
and saw all this bullshit!..

Does anyone except you
have the keys?

No one else has the keys. Listen,
the house had an alarm system!

I don't know who could break in.

Homeless people! Who else?

Get the civilians away
from the premises, please!

OK, don't cross the primeter!

Kirill, you and I need
to examine the body.

Whether they are homeless or not, they must be identified.

OK, move along, move along...
Nothing to see here.

Male. About thirty years old,
athletic build.

Caucasian.
Good healthy teeth.

Well-developed musculature, almost
complete absence of body fat.

He doesn't look like a homeless person.

What the hell!

The modeler could help
us understand.

Perhaps she will help us
figure out how the fire started.

Uh-huh. Kirill,
get back up here.

Let's go see Oksana.

What are you, my lawyers?

Listen, guys. I'm
really not a criminal!

OK. OK. Yes.

It was me who hacked the server... I
hacked the server of the Ministry of Defense!

Yes. I did it. But honestly,
just out of curiosity.

You know?

Do you think I'm into politics?

Not even a little.

I have no idea what's
happening out there...

It's just that they had such a kick ass
firewall... just out of curiosity...

What? Yes, I'm a gambler.

I love it, yes!

I know there are some courses...

Rehabilitation and all...

I'm... I'm in! Honestly, I'm in.

I'm willing to make amends! Honestly! I am!

Please. I can't go to prison!
Do you understand?

Believe me, I can't.

Really. I just can't...

I can't, you understand? I'll die there.

I can't. Please. Please.
I beg you, please

You were... you were right, Dr.Lemke.

Very unconventional thinking.

Oksana!

Oksana. I'm not a lawyer.
I'm an investigator.

Oksana.

You should take acting classes,
to add authenticity.

- It totally sucked, huh?
- Yes.

Yep. It sucked. I need
to rehearse a little.

Out.

Out where?

What do you mean, out?

Listen, for real, where are we going?
Am I being transferred?

So to speak.

You are employed
to work as part of our group.

As an IT specialist and
expert in visualization.

What kind of group?

Experimental
expert-criminalistic group

for study and identification
of victims of crime.

Cool. What does it have to do with me?

We're gathering a team of specialists
in different areas.

The group will act when the staff
criminalists can't manage.

So I have to deal with,
like, dead people?

Well... Among other things.

No, no, no, guys.

I can't stand
dead bodies! For real.

What's up with you? I am pro-life and all...

Do you know what you're
definitely not gonna like?

Prison food.

This is not a joke.

You didn't hack a school library.
You're facing a very long prison sentence.

The only thing that can save you
is working in our team.

By the way, it cost me
a great deal of effort

to ensure that you were
released before trial.

With an undertaking not to leave place of residence.

I had to go to the Deputy Minister myself...
put on an evening dress.

Wow.

It's just that I haven't put on an
evening dress since the school ball.

You went to the school ball?

I did. Why?

Nothing, just doesn't seem like your style.

Really? You already know my style?..

Well, among other things.

Guys, are you, like,
together or something?..

No. We're just working together.

In fact, Oksana, if you don't like something,
I can take you back.

OK, I'll give it a try.

But on one
condition.

I'm Oksa.

Not Oksanochka, Ksiushechka
or Ksenia – I can't stand it.

- OK?
- OK.

One of your tasks will be
modeling.

Or, more specifically, recreating
crime patterns based on the evidence.

This is the obligatory part.
There is another.

Above the norm, so to speak.

Don't touch it.

Dr.Lemke developed a unique technique of
reconstruction of facial features from facial bones.

But for now it exists only on paper.

You want me to digitize
his scribbles?

If you can.

We often deal with victims in the stage
when it's almost impossible to identify them.

But we have to identify them.

So I must, like, give them their faces back?

I like that.

No, I'm for real, seriously...

I believe you.

The deceased wasn't drunk and wasn't
under the influence of drugs.

During the autopsy I found no apparent causes
of loss of consciousness.

The cause of death is carbon monoxide poisoning.
Most likely, he lost consciousness.

Now we need an X-ray.

Maybe it will reveal intravital trauma
or traces of surgeries

that can help identify
the diceased via medical databases.

Then there's this...

What is it?

The stomach contents of the decceased.

Two hours before his death the boy had
chicken wings and french fries.

Wow, nothing less than a chef. I thought
the only thing guys can cook is eggs.

Please. All men are different.

But in this case the food is industrial.
Fast food.

You can tell from the contents, this is
pressed potatoes. The batter is based on water.

If he cooked by himself, he could've
at least added an egg.

Or that thing… butter.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, to be
honest, this is... not my profile.

We need a staff chemist.

Good. First of all, take
this away, Dr.Lemke.

And second, you'll get your chemist.

With unconventional
thinking, just the way you like.

Don't get distracted, keep working.
Get to work.

If I understand you correctly, we need to look
for fast food restaurants in the vicinity of the crime scene.

There are few customers at night. Mostly
farmers who stay late in their gardens.

Guys from private security companies.

Security guards from the nearby
suburban settlement.

Can we see the recording from
this security camera?

Yes. Here you go.

Thanks.

That one, with a hood over his head. He took two
servings of chicken wings to go.

What makes you so sure he
bought the food in this particular cafe?

Maybe he simply brought it from Moscow.

Took it out of the fridge and
microwaved it.

I'm not sure of anything yet. I just
want to consider different options.

Well, firstly, the cafe is just at
the turn to the settlement. You can't miss it.

And secondly, why keep cooked
food in the fridge or carry it

for miles, when you can buy hot and fresh food
just half a kilometer away.

Well, maybe he didn't know about this cafe?

Maybe he grabbed it on the way,
just not to bother later.

He didn't go anywhere.

Now it's clear why
the deceased suffocated,

never having tried to
get out of the burning house.

His spine was broken.
A severe injury.

He received it about half a year ago...

- So he was paralyzed?
- Yes.

Ah. Is that why he couldn't have
gone out and gotten the chicken wings?

You're thinking outside the box.

Let's focus on the facts.

Fact one: the deceased ate two servings
of wings two hours before his death.

Fact two: an hour before that
some guy stopped by a cafe nearby

to buy two servings of
wings and two sodas.

Can you create an identikit picture
based on this recording?

Well, technically, I can recreate
the face from different angles.

Yep.

I will also give you the floor plan of the cottage and
our criminalists' pictures from the scene.

Can you recreate
the crime pattern?

Anastasia Vladimirovna!
I'm so sorry.

May I go out for a short while?.. I have
an important matter to attend to.

- Of course, Dr.Lemke.
- Thank you.

How's Fedya?

Well, you're visiting him.
You know perfectly well how Fedya is.

You didn't ask me to come so
that we could talk about Fedya, right?

Alla, I asked you to come so that I could
understand what is going on between us.

Nothing is going on
between us.

Nothing has been for a long while.

Alla, now's not the time
for your resentment.

We need to discuss this situation
objectively, like adults.

Let's look ahead, not back.

What should we do?

This is a vicious circle.
The same thing over and over again.

So let's break it.

You mean divorce?

What? Of course not.

Alla, I understand, I have a new job now.
It takes up a lot of time.

Everything will get back to normal. I
won't have to work late anymore.

I'll get a pay rise. I
just need your support.

What kind of job?

Forensic medicine consultant
of the investigative committee.

- Are you serious?
- Sure.

You're a detective?

Better get used to it.

I'm really happy for you.

But I'm not sure.

Alla, it won't take long to divorce.

It's not just about you...

Are you seeing someone?

No.

Our deceased was
found on the stairs.

He was going up to the second floor.

He couldn't have gone up the stairs.
He's disabled.

I'm relying on the facts.

There were fragments of the steps
under him and on him.

Which means that before his death
he was between the first and second floor.

Which means someone dragged him there.

Who?

The one who brought him
chicken and potatoes.

But it's unclear how they
got past the surveillance cameras.

And how could a paralytic get there?

It's also unclear.

Construct a map of blind spots of the surveillance cameras.

There must be another route, a tricky one.

Look, I've already checked everything.
Every way possible.

Maybe he was Karlsson, I don't know.
With a propeller.

Or they were both Karlssons.

Where's your unconventional thinking, huh?
Where's creative approach?

If there's no realistic option,
find me unrealistic one.

Bullying the new girl?

Well, send me back to prison then.
At least they serve meals on schedule.

OK, OK, girls, girls...
Coffee break!

I'm more curious about how
a disabled person could break

into the house, bypassing the
CCTV camera by the cottage?

The roof.

Right, the roof.
It's easy to disassemble.

Remove a piece of sheet metal, tear off
a couple of boards - and you're in.

Kirill, he's disabled.

Judging by the body structure
of the deceased, before the injury

he was active and very
good at sports.

He was physically strong.

Maybe the owner let him in?

You know, for the insurance.

But he won't admit it because he doesn't want to get busted.

I don't think so. He's a serious businessman,
not some petty crook.

One doesn't exclude the other.

Kirill, what did the athlete do before the injury?
Specifically?

Something to do with power. But it was't
bodybuilding or fitness.

He had labor muscles, not just for shape.

But he got disability after
falling from considerable height.

And he fell on something smooth, not hard.
It sprung up.

Otherwise his skull would've split.

Maybe a climber?

Maybe he was climbing a mountain
and fell on soft grass.

Or a climbing wall with flooring.

Or a gym with mats.
Gymnast!

Or a manege... Sawdust arena.

Bingo. This is it. He's a circus actor.

Half a year ago Dmitriy
Sevastyanov, a gymnast,

fell during a performance
and broke his spine.

Where did you find this?

I typed it into a search engine.

Well done.

The magical invention of the
twenty-first century. The Internet.

Which circus?

I feel sorry for Dmitriy. Very sorry.

He was a talented artist.
He really was.

He worked in tandem with Sergey Ladushkin.

Is that him?

Yeah, looks like him.

A great duet!
They worked under the dome.

Rope balancing acts. It
took audience's breath away!

But then this accident happened,
in the middle of a performance.

What happened?

The carabiner snapped!

Ladushkin seized the rope
during the fall.

But Sevastyanov hit the arena
and became paralyzed.

Do you know what happened
to them after that accident?

They received compensation as per contract.
I'll be honest, it was quite modest.

They quit, and no one saw them again.
Apparently, they left.

I see. Thank you. You've
been a great help.

Wait! Can I ask why everyone is
looking for Sevastyanov and Ladushkin?

What do you mean?

The police came last Tuesday.

But the investigation started yesterday.
Who came?

Here... I kept
the business card.

I see. Grigoryev.

Thanks a lot. All the best.

Good luck.

Oksana, call Zorina.

I'm not Oksana, I'm Oksa.

Wow, thank you, Oksa.
Come on, call her.

Call her.

Oksa. I was just
about to call you.

Really? You dug up something as well?

Yes. But you go first.

Anyway, our circus guy's trauma
didn't just limit his mobility.

Yes, the paralysis was progressing.

Yes. How do you know that?

The circus manager told me.

I see. And I know that from the degree of muscle atrophy.

At first, Sevastyanov's hands
functioned after the injury...

But then they didn't.
It happened about a month ago.

The next stage was respiratory function.
Sevastyanov didn't have very long to live.

He needed an expensive
emergency surgery.

Remember that guy with a hood?

The circus manager identified him. It was
Savostyanov's partner.

Sergey Ladushkin.

So the guys just needed
money for the surgery?

That's why they robbed millionaires' country houses?

They are artists, not thieves.

Besides, why would a healthy person take
his paralyzed friend to a robbery?

Yes. I agree.

The motive for breaking into
the mansion is doubtful.

But we still need to keep in mind
the progressing paralysis.

I'm sorry, Kirill. But I need
to go to Petrovka.

To see the investigator from Moscow Criminal Investigation Department.

What does CID have to do with this?

I'd like to find out myself.

Seryozha.

Nastenka!

It's been a while... a while.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm so glad you called.

Come in. Come in.

Seryozha, I hear you're hunting
circus artists too?

Yes. For a couple of days now.

Take a seat. Some gymnast robbed
a bank, got a king's ransom.

So the millionaire's burnt country house
has nothing to do with it?

This is the first time I hear about this country house.

Actually, fire is not my domain.
Even if it's about millionaires' country houses.

Here, look. This is interesting.

Do you have a better recording?

Just this one.

It's from the cell
of some random onlooker.

It's a good thing our field
investigators managed to confiscate

the phone before the recording
got on the Internet.

I knew at once that he was a circus performer.
His style was so peculiar.

Well, few gymnasts can do this.

Anyway, we started working on circus
performers, acrobats. Made a list.

Two dozen people.

Was Sevastyanov or Ladushkin
on that list?

They were. Sevastyanov was severely
injured, and Ladushkin...

According to our sources, he left the city.
At the moment there's no lead on him.

Although what you said is
very interesting, of course.

I think we should look for Ladushkin.

Why? He's a stunt man,
not a burglar.

This is where the fun
begins, my dear.

Of course, he wouldn't have done it by himself.

A different scope. I think
he worked for someone.

Performed, so to speak.

But the robbery was
prepared by professionals.

They picked the locks and cracked the codes.
Broke into the vault.

Planned the whole operation.

Yes, I agree. Ladushkin wouldn't have
done it by himself. That's for sure.

It was a gang. And I
have a hunch about it.

But there's no proof.

Look, Sevastyanov had
progressive paralysis.

Only an expensive surgery could save him.

Here's a possible
moive for Ladushkin.

I mean, to cooperate with bandits.

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, sorry.

Yes.

I found a German clinic
on the Internet, where

Savostyanov was
scheduled for surgery.

So they were already
planning the surgery?

Yes. But there is another
discovery that you should see.

Good. Thanks.

I'm so sorry.
I have to go.

- Too bad.
- Yes.

- Oh well. See you.
- See you.

Listen, what does it have to do with me?

No... are these my problems?

I'm sorry, but this is
all your bureaucracy!

Good day to you too!

Ah... These insurance bloodsuckers!

Refusing to pay until the
investigation is over.

Naturally.

Listen, what do you want from me?

I believe I've already
answered all your questions!

Do you recognize this person?

Vadim, do you recognize
the person in this photograph?

No. Who is it?

Presumably, he was in your
house during the fire.

Did he burn to death?

No. His partner did.
We are looking for him now.

So what does it have to do with me?

But you said it yourself. There's a
brand-new security system in your house.

That's right.

Which is impossible to crack.

Yes.

Hold on! What are you implying?

That I let these guys in?

I don't see any other options.

How else could they get into the house
without activating the alarm system?

OK, listen.

I have no idea who this guy is.

I didn't let anyone in.
I didn't give the key to anyone.

Come on, you already
know everything!

Leave me alone,
for God's sake!

I have enough
problems already.

Well, did you find anything?

I didn't wait for the results
of the fire investigation.

I decided to check all possible
causes for the fire by myself.

Anyone can tell that the fire
started not inside, but outside!

The house caught fire
in three spots at once.

And this could not have
happened accidentally...

- Arson?
- Most likely.

Sevastyanov died in the house.

And Ladushkin got out
the same way he climbed inside.

Bypassing all the cameras.
Here, look.

Here is a post. With wires on it.

They were over the house before.

That's how he got there.

That's it. Exactly as I thought.

That's how our acrobats got into the house.

That's quite possible. They used to perform
such acts in the circus every day.

Well, yeah. Ladushkin escaped he same way.
But this time by himself.

Very impressive, young lady.

Would you like a job?
Good money, good team.

Well, thank you. I already have one.

But I would definitely like to have lunch.

There's blood!

Relatively fresh!
Not more than a day!

Here's what we have here! A burnt
corpse with spine trauma,

that someone dragged
up the stairs.

Bon Appetit.

This someone disappeared into thin air.

And recently a circus artist Ladushkin went to
the nearest cafe to buy two servings of wings.

The wings aren't very good, by the way.

Both circus actors worked
in the same act.

One of them got progressive paralysis
due to a trauma.

He needed a very expensive
emergency surgery.

Also recently, a certain circus actor
robbed a bank and escaped with the help of a rope.

So here's our working
theory...

Circus actor Ladushkin
agrees to rob a bank.

In order to get the money for
his friend's costly surgery.

They all hide in the mansion,
which later burns down.

And when the fire started,
Ladushkin tried to save his

friend and pull him out of the house,
but he failed.

His friend suffocated and died.
So Ladushkin got out of the house by himself.

What about the arsonists?

Aren't they the same bandits
Ladushkin worked with?

So Ladushkin takes all the money,
ditches his employers.

And they try to get back what belongs to them.
Makes sense.

Even if Ladushkin didn't
get along with the gangsters,

why didn't he leave with
Sevastyanov right away?

Sevastyanov was supposed to have an emergency surgery.

Instead, they hid in someone's mansion
without the knowledge of the owner. Why take such a risk?

They had to launder the money.

They needed connections, time.

Besides - these guys
are used to taking risks.

Why launder? He stole cash.
Could've put it into a bank account.

Kirill, try to understand.
It's not so simple.

Banks monitor
large deposits.

You can't just deposit stolen cash
without drawing any attention.

This system, it's almost
impossible to get around.

What I don't understand is
how the gangsters tracked Ladushkin.

And why they didn't
get him outside the settlement.

Why they had to risk so much
and set fire to it.

They could have fallen into the hands of the guard.

I'm sorry, I don't understand how
the guards missed the arsonists.

The owner of the mansion was in cahoots with the circus performers.
He was the one who arranged this robbery.

No, Kirill. This is unlikely.

The owner of the mansion doesn't need it.

But when I showed him Ladushkin's picture,
he reacted rather weirdly.

Did he recognize him?

I think he did. Although he tried
not to show it.

At first he thought that Ladushkin
was the burnt guy.

He almost fell off
his chair.

Anyway. I suggest
we split our efforts.

I'll deal with the businessman. You
have a thorough conversation with the guard.

Well, Nastya, you have an amazing intuition.

How did you guess that we
need to check the site again?

Sometimes evidence
stays unnoticed.

To set fire to a house, you don't
have to come closely. Right?

Look what I found on the site.
These are broken bottles.

They were scattered
all over the site.

Apparently, the arsonists threw
some incendiary mixture...

Oh, so cute...

Over the fence.

Yes. Therefore, they were outside
the field of view of the cameras.

Have you lost something?

No... I just...

Your car is awesome!

Thanks.

Zorina Anastasia Vladimirovna,
the investigative committee.

And who are you?

I'm from a nearby village.

I hear you have some kind of ruckus here.

They say someone burnt alive.

The investigative committee
doesn't share any data.

No, I'm just curious.

These pinocchios are weird!

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes. Tell me, was there a monitor in the house
to watch the recordings from security cameras?

In the standard order,
such options are not installed.

That's why my PSC was hired.

Thus, this particular
house was connected.

The monitor was installed there.

Wait a minute.
Young man, you can go.

I though he was with you.

Does he look like a member of the IC?!

Well, you never know...

Better explain this to me.

Why did an unknown car
drive through the guarded territory?

With unknown numbers.

Well, it could be guests...

Visiting someone here. Or just locals,
villagers.

And what do the villagers do here?

They have to drive through for now.

Because the bypass road
hasn't been built yet.

That's why we issued temporary passes,
bound them to their numbers.

Uh-huh. So that's how it is.

Anyone can drive through the
guarded territory.

You just have to remove the license plate
from any car in the village.

Look, I don't lay down the rules,
we just keep records here.

Good. Then make me a list of all
vehicles that enter the territory.

For the last twenty-four hours.

Well, it is now clear... how the arsonists
entered the territory of the village.

Look, can you see over there?

Look at the amount of cigarette butts.

Apparently, the jeep has been here for quite a while.

Some of them are damp with dew.

So the jeep has been here since last night.

The fire started in the early morning,
after the dew.

So you were on a vacation abroad?
No one was home?

Tell me, who is it then?

A garden gnome?

You had a criminal
living in your cottage.

Hiding after robbery.

If you knew anything about this and did not say anything
to the appropriate authorities...

Then you're an accomplice.

Do you remember, a few minutes ago
you were drinking coffee...

Anyway, our experts took
a sample of DNA from your mug.

Moreover, Ladushkin's blood was found
at the crime scene.

So our experts ran
a genetic test

and determined a direct relationship
between you and Ladushkin.

According to the investigation data,
at this time you and your

"official" children were
at an overseas resort.

Yeah! So...

Ladushkin is, so to speak...
a mistake of youth.

But there are two versions.
The first one is lyrical.

You protect your unlucky son.

You let him into
your country house.

The house burns down. And you hide the truth,
make everything look like an accident

to get insurance money.

Or maybe you were simply afraid of messing up
your reputation with such a relationship?

There is the second version.
A less pleasant one.

You are somehow involved
in the bank robbery.

Yes. I confess that Ladushkin
is my illegitimate son.

To be honest, our relationship
wasn't very warm.

Nevertheless, I sometimes helped him
and let him live in my country house.

So Ladushkin knew where the surveillance
cameras were, where the monitors were.

He could even know
the alarm code.

Well, yes, I did.

Of course, he probably knew.
But I didn't give him the keys!

He entered the house
without my knowledge.

I haven't even contacted him
for several months!

Last time he called
it was autumn!

By the way, he asked for a huge,
simply unreal amount of money!

I turned him down, naturally.

I didn't know
he needed money so much.

His friend had
progressing paralysis.

He needed money for
a very expensive surgery.

He didn't say anything like that.

He just swore that he would pay me back.

He said he really needed it.
That it was an emergency.

Right here
and right now.

How would he pay me back?
He's just, he's a circus actor.

OK, Nastya, confess, you took Filippov
at gunpoint, right?

What makes you think so?

How else, it's either this,
or your Lemke has

a superspeed DNA analyzer
in his laboratory.

You can say so.
Her name is Oksa.

She compared the facial features
of Filippov and Ladushkin.

Look, the resemblance is obvious.

Ears, corners of eyes,
corners of lips.

Brilliant.

She's incredible… Alright. Now my life purpose
is to lure your Oksa to CID.

The guess doesn't belong to her,
but to Dr.Lemke.

It was him who discovered anthropological similarities.
Oksa just drew a picture.

I'll get your doctor as well!

Nastya, they will know
our every step.

We need to get rid of this bug.

No. Too early. Thanks.

We get rid of the bugs, and they find out
that we picked up their trail.

We can scare them away.

Well, what are you suggesting?

He couldn't have gone far.
He needs immediate medical care.

He either died from blood loss,
or he's in one of the nearby hospitals.

But without a warrant, no hospital registry
will provide us with such information.

Shh... well, they won't provide you,
but we have our own mafia.

Well, tell me, Kolobok.

Well? I was born
back in 1988...

Listen, funny man…

Tell us all about the robbery
you and your friends committed!

What makes you think it was me?

We have a recording...

My face is on it? So what?

You were in your
father's country house.

Without his knowledge. That's
breaking and entering.

And the proof?

Blood on a tree.

So it's on a tree. Maybe
I was climbing trees there.

Listen, you! You stole the money!

If you don't give it back, you'll face
the same fate as Dmitriy. Do you understand?

Sevastyanov could've gone decently.

Instead, he was burnt alive.
And it's all because of you.

After the staircase collapsed, he remained
conscious for a few more seconds.

He saw you leave the house through the roof.
And leave him in the fire.

You're lying.

I went down, he
had no pulse.

This is a confession. OK,
you made this mess.

You're the one to clean it up!

Or do you want actual criminals
to avoid punishment?

Is it all about money?

Sevastyanov can't be raised from
the grave with money...

Do you think that it was better
for him to remain a vegetable?

I see. You're from the IC.

This hulk is from MIA.

And you must be from FSB?

No. I'm a doctor.

Kirill Lemke.

I analyzed the remains of your friend.
My condolences.

Don't.

You couldn't have known that. But the surgery
that was promised to you was a lie.

You were simply conned.

Really?!

A real doctor would
have told you the truth.

And there would have been no robbery,
no arson, no ward...

There would have been no conversation.

And why are you telling
me all this now?

It's just that your friend wouldn't want
you to suffer because of a stupid mistake.

He wouldn't want the criminals
to remain unpunished.

These people simply took advantage of
your situation and lured you into a trap.

Alright. I'll tell
you where the money is.

And I'll help you catch these scumbags.

They're looking for me. You
can use me as a bait.

Exactly. We have a direct
channel with the criminals.

Yes, Sergey, I'm listening.

I found the stunt man!

He is conscious, but in a
very critical condition.

It's possible that he'll die in the next few hours.

He must be questioned asap...

He's in intensive care
at the 16th hospital.

You can take your time.
This is our concern.

Yes, I know that CID started the investigation,
but the IC solved the case.

I'll drive to the hospital myself in a couple of hours.

And I'll talk with Ladushkin in person.

Hey! Freeze!

Down!

Scumbags.

Is it them?

Them. It's them!

Why did you take the money? You could give them
their share... And live in peace.

There would be no problems.

But there was no
share for me, huh?

I heard them talk to their
chief before the robbery.

They discussed how to
get me out of the way.

I'm just an
errand boy to them.

Did my job and got a bullet in the head! Right?

But the bandits found you much sooner.

So smart. First found my
father, then his country house.

Well, that's enough. Enough!
Let's get you out of there.

Still, such a shame about Dmitriy.

Shame.

Take them away.

Out. Out! Go!

OK, guys, don't just stand there,
help yourselves! Here.

Here, cutlets. Made all this by myself, no fast food.
Cooked everything myself.

With this very hands.

Help yourself. Oksana, you must try
the chicken. And you cutlets.

Here, smell them...

Try it, smell it.

All by myself. I did it all by myself, roasted it myself.

By the way, the most interesting thing,
the best thing.

This is wine. It's grandfather's wine.

Currant. Not sure if it's black
or red, let me see...

No, black, black currant.
Try it. Right?

Right? Right? You like it? Right? Kirill.

Come on, don't be shy.
Come on, help yourselves.

Kirill, why are you so sad?
Everything ended well.

It all began with a fire. And then
we solved a big case.

Yeah. The money is returned,
the criminals are caught...

Ladushkin is giving testimony against
the organizers of the robbery.

Yes, yes.

Come on, wait just a little longer.
I'll be there soon.

Fine.

I'm so sorry,
my frends.

I, I have to go.

What do you mean - go? No. No-o, no...

Why, Kirill, you
didn't try anything...

Come on. Come on,
you have to try the wine.

I can see. Everything is delicious.
But I'm having a meal at home.

OK?

Bye.

Don't get upset,
never mind.

Family matters.

Well, family is family!

Why, a falling out with his wife?

No, on the contrary, they made up.

Oh. Jealousy?

Oksa, I see, you took interest
in the detective work?

No, why. We saved
a man's life!

That's it. A toast! To life!

Anyway, that circus actor turned out to be the son
of that businessman, the owner of the house.

- Alla?
- What?

Well, the circus actor killed his friend.

No, mum, vice versa.
He wanted to save him.

OK, sorry. I'm a little
freaked out today....

Hard day…

Let's not discuss it
at the dinner table. OK?

So, dad? What happened next?

Alright. Mum is right.

I'll tell you after dinner. Deal?