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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

19, 19...

Hello.

I'm here... for the job interview.

There was a vacancy announcement at our faculty. So, yeah...

Are you... Dr.Lemke, by any chance?

I am.

Nice to meet you. I just, well...

I read a few posts in forums.

Impressive.

- Um... Eduard. Eduard Pirozhkov. - Pirozhkov.

- Yes. - I see.

- What do you have there? - This... is my CV.

Ah, OK. Let me finish the autopsy, and then...

- We'll talk it over, okay? - Yes, yes, yes, of course.

Please.

So... Eduard.

So did you find anything?

To be honest, your dedication never ceases to amaze me.

But shouldn't there be some kind of rituals?

- Oh... Hello. - Hello.

Of course I did. Everything is plainly visible, as they say.

Uh-huh.

Death occurred at least a week ago.

The cause of death is a blow. Heavy enough to fracture the skull.

Uh-huh.

Also to injure the chest, neck and right arm.

Well, let's just say...

Beaten, raped and thrown into the river.

Lady, you need to stop watching NTV at night.

Beg pardon?

Do you see the manicure? It's almost perfect.

No hematomas on the body, no scratches.

Doctor, if you allow me...

I already have. She's a virgin.

And this is Anastasia Vladimirovna, an investigator.

- Uh-huh. - Hello.

- And who are you? - This is Eduard Pirozhkov.

A candidate for a job in our expert group. Biologist, geneticist.

A candidate. Is this forensic medical examination or a student competition?

Colleague... Perhaps the young lady from the authorities could wait in the hall until we're finshed here?

First of all, don't call me young lady again.

And second, if you want to work

in my expert group - start showing respect.

Honestly, I already don't.

Goodbye.

Oh, yes. If you want to know - there are fir needles in the head wound.

So she was killed in a pine forest.

Maybe Shishkin's bears got hungry.

He could've made a fine expert, if you didn't throw him out.

First of all, I didn't throw anyone out.

- Second, no one is indispensable. - Yeah, I've already heard that somewhere.

Well... Maybe you'll find my replacement as well?

Are you being serious?

Absolutely. You promised that I'd be the one recruiting the team.

Now you come here and lay down your rules.

What do you mean – my rules?

Either there are rules, or there are no rules at all.

Actually, your liberalism is interfering with your work.

Right now the only thing interfering...

with my work is your presence.

If you're so intolerant, you can go home. I will report in writing.

I'll tolerate you somehow, Dr.Lemke.

Keep working.

Perhaps...

Then the program generates a three-dimensional object, which

with 90% probabilty is identical to the original face of the victim...

So... You can even identify eye color?

Well, by ethnicity, yes. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

You don't need eye color to determine the identity.

I wouldn't need your eyes to identify you.

Thank you very much.

Did you manage to identify this particular victim?

No. Not this one.

Are you lost?

What... Ah, no. No... just enjoying the view.

I see.

Well, I'll see you out. The exit is over there.

This way, please.

Tell me, is she... a staff member too?

That is Oksa. A member of the expert group. Programmer and artist.

Wow! Wait, does she also work for that wonderful woman from the investigative committee?

We all work for someone. Please.

Pretty. I knew she was Asian during the autopsy...

I don't need your help to see that, Dr.Lemke.

Right now I'm interested in the circumstances of her death.

If it isn't rape followed by murder, then what is it?

Could it be suicide?

Jumped from the bridge, hit her head?

Even after falling from a great height a person doesn't die instantly.

Reflexively, vital functions continue for another few moments.

What do you mean?

I mean breathing. In this case, there should be water in the lungs. But there isn't.

So our prematurely dismissed biologist was right.

This woman didn't die in the water.

Also, injuries from fall are purely frontal, and here we have rotation.

Look. Here and here we have displaced fractures.

She didn't hit anything, she was hit with something.

Something heavy, big and uneven.

Maybe she was hit by a car?

Listen. It all adds up. That's right. She was hit on the track, then bam! gone...

God, so many freaks on the road.

I apologize.

But I need to see the body again.

I can't shake the thought that we missed something.

There are no traces on her hair or skin. No mud, no seaweed.

We're already past that. The girl didn't die in the water. That's it.

OK.

Here you go.

What is it?

Blowfly larva.

Eww! Oh my god... Disgusting!.. Eww.

Yep. Disgusting or not, it can help us figure out the exact time of death.

We already know the time of death. No flies needed.

About a week ago.

Let the Doctor correct me if I'm wrong, but he said "at least", not "about".

Do you follow the logic?

There's a piece of a mushroom gill in her auricle.

So-called Flainmulina velutipes.

Winter mushroom. Grows from October to late autumn...

Also from early spring to late May.

But this year, the upper limit is a little off the norm.

Besides, our timeframe is not exact.

As we don't know where exactly our patient died.

So, about two-weeks range.

Larva, on the other hand, is not a mushroom.

This is clearly the third generation of a blowfly.

Your corpse...

Is exactly three weeks old.

OK, that's theory but...

In the end, there are quite traditional methods of determining time of death!

I assure you, Doctor, flies don't know how to lie at all.

So they are telling you about someone else!

After all, the larva could've crept onto the body from anywhere!

And what if the corpse was decomposing much more slowly than we think?

It's not very hot outside...

There were particles of clay and sand in the woman's nostrils and ears.

So she was buried, not drowned?

A dead body is much less susceptible to temperatures if covered with sand.

When I say "more than a week ago", I mean one week, give or take two days.

Not more.

And no larva can change my mind.

Wherever it was crawling.

But what if there's not just one corpse? What if there are several?

And they are buried next to each other.

Sure. A mole corpse, for instance.

Or an identified body of a sandwich.

Which your fly eats with zest, by the way.

I know enough about genetics to distinguish

the DNA of the person it was eating from a sandwich.

And you responsible for your findings?

We're conducting an investigation here.

It's not the same as sorting out little test tubes in your lab...

I'm always responsible for my findings.

But you don't have to listen to this, of course.

I was rejected anyway...

No, it's fine. Consider the case reviewed, you're in probation period.

But no flirting next time.

We've come here to work.

Not bat eyes at each other.

Let's go look for another corpse!

And my colleague and I will work with our hands. Right?

Right.

Incredible... Gorgeous type.

If we keep digging instead of making comments, things will go faster.

I can't help myself.

I always liked girls that can not only see the composition, but also...

Guys!

I found something!

What is it?

God damn it...

Just don't touch anything!

OK, where do we take it? To your place?

Yes. Take it straight to us. It'll be faster this way.

Kirill, are you going with us?

No. I'll go take a look.

Great time for a walk.

Hey, boheel…

Maybe these guys know something. Sirs!

Hello.

Hello.

Anastasia Zorina, the investigative committee.

We have everything.

What do you mean - everything?

Document!

I don't care about documents.

Two dead bodies were found on your territory...

People were killed, understand?

Understand, kill.

Maybe you or you saw something?

Boss said we have everything!

OK, where's your boss?

Boss left. Speak security.

- Where's security? - Go there.

Fine.

- Kirill. - What?

- Thank you. - Bye.

Witnesses at the crime scene is one thing.

Questioning security guards in private territory is entirely another...

We need completely different sanctions for this.

There, look.

«Peace and quiet»! A wonderful name for a wonderful place.

Well, I guess, this is a serial maniac.

It makes sense: both victims are young girls, buried next to each other.

- I think everything is clear. - Nothing is clear.

Serial maniacs exhibit a distinctive «Modus operandi».

A what?

«Modus operandi», behaviour pattern.

Huh.

And here one girl, presumably, was hit by a car a week ago.

The other one was stabbed. Seven stab wounds.

Doctor, do you have a theory?

Well, there isn't enough input for a well-knit version.

Obviously, two dead bodies in one place is not a coincidence.

It's clear that they were buried by the same person.

Another question is: where there are two, there are three...

Where there are three, there are ten...

Exactly.

I'm thinking, we shouldn't have stopped searching.

Could've dug up something else.

I agree! Let's get back?

No. We get back when I give the nod.

I also need to prepare documents, file the one hundred and fifth...

Besides, it's night. You decided to dig up the whole place with a flashlight?

Then let's pause until morning.

Tomorrow will be a hard day. We all need to get enough sleep.

I'm in.

Coming?

I'll stick around a bit longer.

Fine. See you!

Bye.

I'm here.

Oh, cool! I've already prepared dinner.

Really? By yourself?

Yeah. Mum is still at work.

What so you mean at work?

Sit.

Mum is at work...

Strange...

Her phone is off.

Are you surprised?

I've given up on this.

Either she's unavailable or she doesn't pick up.

That's not good, what if something happened?

What, an accident?

Could be an accident...

Or maybe a maniac attacked her?

Stop it, huh? It's not funny.

Really? I had a version with aliens but then I chose something more dramatic.

Fine. We wait ten minutes, then I call Zorina and she checks via billing.

Alla?

Who else?

Sit. I made dinner.

Oh.

Look, it's not right. We've been trying to reach you for hours.

Correction! "He"! Not "we"! I'm completely calm.

I went to the theatre with my friend...

You could’ve called. At least turn on The phone after the performance?

Says the person who comes home after midnight every day.

Theatre and work are two different things.

Really?

Yeah. And how long have you been going to the theatre without me? Huh?

Should I present a report?

That would be nice.

Good night.

Good night, mum.

The victim was stabbed in the chest with a knife. Here you go.

Also in the stomach.

One smart girl here made casts of her wounds.

Drew the murder weapon for us.

Thank you, by the way.

This is a classic switchblade sharpened on one side.

A weapon of criminals. Too bad there are no fingerprints.

Listen, let's take the skin off her hand and put it on Oksa, like a glove?

Then dactyloscopists could work on it.

Oh yes. I forgot. Perhaps we need to ask for Ms.Zorina's permission first?

We were supposed to keep digging. And we're...

And we're stuck here. Hello! Hello-hello, Nastya.

Nastya, we're waiting for you...

I understand, but I have not yet been given permission to investigate.

It's a private territory and the owner is some oligarch, who is friends with everyone...

Our people are afraid of being accused of an attempt to pressure business.

There's only one option: I'll personally talk to the boss tomorrow.

OK. Fine. Goodbye.

Well?

Nothing.

I see. But we're not gonna wait, right?

We're not investigators. We don't need sanctions.

We'll go to the river in the evening. If someone asks, we'll say we're digging for fishing worms.

We need to ask Zorina anyway.

For what? We're not doing anything illegal!

Anyway, who's running the show, you or she?

Now this is a provocation!

Oh, look, they've already nailed it up.

Oksa, you have to do it yourself. Please.

I'll do it myself.

Hey!

What are you doing here, huh?

Just don't say you're going fishing.

Actually, this was our only version.

Hold it.

We apologize, but we found two corpses here yesterday.

Looking for deceased.

Because there's a probability that someone else is buried here.

Do you have a permit for this?

We'll just check the shore with your permission.

We're not interfering with the construction. Isn't that right?

No permit – no inspection.

So in a minute neither you, nor your shovels should be here.

Okey-dokey.

Let's go to the shore. It's a public area, we can dig all we want.

Fine, let's go.

What happened today?

Wasn't there a good-looking guy walking you home? I haven't seen anyone in two days.

- Did you see? - Yep.

What is between you two?

Nothing, Olya. We're just colleagues.

He wasn't walking me home anyway.

We were just talking in the car. About work.

He's married, by the way.

Colleagues? He doesn't look like an investigator.

Intelligent, good manners...

Of course, Olya, because only lowlifes work in the committee. Right?

All I'm saying is, this is a decent option.

As for being married... It can be fixed.

Olya, let's drop the subject, okay?

My God, why, why can't we ever talk about anything personal?

This is the most interesting stuff.

Nastya, are you gonna live here with me all your life?

I don't know. I never thought about it.

Besides, I don't have time for this. I have other things on my mind.

Unfortunately.

You're just like your father.

To hell with personal life, let's die at work in the name

of a labor feat, for the joy of mankind.

There's just one thing left - to change gender!

Olya, you were knee-high when father was alive.

So let's not talk about it. You don't even remember him.

I don't remember him because he was never home.

Why are you so displeased with father anyway?

Like you would understand... It's so hard!

I believe that if you raise your children alone, you shouldn't try to be a hero!

And if you are like this – constantly fighting – you shouldn't even start a family!

You know, if it were up to me, I wouldn't.

Too bad it's not up to me whether to have sisters or not.

They just appear somehow and start eating your brain with a teaspoon.

Wanna bet it's from work?

Task force, it's urgent! The planet is in danger! Right?

Yes. Yes, Kirill...

Oh! Kirill...

Nastya, we have problems here...

OK. I got it.

What is this? It's adjacent area, we answer for it as well.

So move it along the river, at least a hundred metres away. There you can dig all the way down to the Earth's core.

Hello.

What's the problem? The investigative committee.

It's you who has a problem! Leave the private area!

I'll explain it to you now.

The thing is, right now these works are being conducted outside the framework of the criminal case.

In order not to interfere with your construction.

But if you keep me away, I'll get

an official permit and raze it all to the ground...

I don't care, I have my own instructions.

I was instructed not to let aynone in, so I won't let anyone in.

Deal with the owners if you have to.

We will. Where are they?

Nowhere! Where are you from, you say?

The investigative committee? So investigate!

In five minutes... I want you gone.

What now? We listen to this pithecanthrope?

You have to listen to me, Ed.

What's with this amateur performance?

How did it come to this? Why did you come here without telling me!

Actually, it was my idea.

No. We wanted to find new facts and... Persuaded the boss.

Why? It's my only day off, why can't I just ...

Yeah, it's been a long night.

It was a good idea... to have a snack outdoors.

Ny head is spinning from all these corpses.

Too bad the bodies didn't maintain their positions during transportation.

It would've been much better to examine them on the spot, in the daylight.

Anyway, two men, around thirty and fifty years old.

And a woman, well into her eighties.

The youngest died first. At least a year ago.

His skull was fractured after being hit with a blunt hard object.

The second one is not more than four months old.

Well, we'll have more problems with this one.

There's no visual damage, we have to send him for chemical examination.

I agree.

So granny is about eight months old since the day of death.

So all these people were kidnapped?

And then killed simply because no one paid ransom for them?

Nah. I don't believe in kidnapping. Usually, if a person disappears...

They find the body much earlier.

And such a huge amount of cold cases - it's unlikely.

Unlikely. It would've been a big deal...

Well, I would check the missing persons database.

Maybe I could find some of them.

When will we finally get the official permit to inspect the construction site?

Well, I think I'll head over to the IC right now.

Kirill, you should come as well.

Take the report, I'll be waiting for you in the car.

Five corpses, that's quite serious.

I think maybe it really has something to do with kidnapping... Lobanov will support me.

I'll see you tonight.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's work for a while.

I was thinking… What if this isn't kidnapping?

What if this is, for instance, some kind of cult that was choosing

lonely people... I don't know - homeless people, prostitutes...

Conducted their sessions with them.

Oh. Sorry.

- Could you be more careful? - Sorry, sorry.

I'm so sorry. Here.

- Oh. - Here.

My bad.

I was... the old man sent me, Mukhin.

I work as a courier here at the academy.

Shurik, Sasha.

Why did he send you?

He just told me to warn you that after

you left, some people came to the academy...

You know, very polite, in suits.

Introduced themselves as the lawyers of a construction company...

They were looking for professor Gnatiuk. Well, she's on vacation. Right?

Some bones have such a strange color.

May I?

So maybe it's lead? It can happen if a person was poisoned.

Really? How do you know that?

What's there to know? The color of the articular surface is yellow. Simple.

I can give you a dozen versions why the bones turn yellow.

Don't argue with me. Just check.

If you want, I'll run the tests myself.

I don't get it. Universities don't hire couriers without a chemisrty degree anymore?

Excellent joke. No, actually, I studied chemistry a while ago.

Four months ago, in fact, ancient history.

Don't wanna talk about it. Anyway, I know it.

So let's go work, huh? Let's go.

Bingo! So? Am I right?!

The fifty-year-old was poisoned with lead!

It looks like all these people died at different times, in different places.

But for some reason they were collected and buried.

Listen... My version makes the most sense.

The corpses were stolen from a morgue for rituals.

Are you aware that they undress the bodies in morgues?

And these guys are all dressed, in their own clothes, I bet.

About clothes... I found something here...

A chewing gum. Written in Moldovan, I suppose.

Dudes, dudes. I think I also found something!

There are traces of heroin in the hair of the thirty-year-old.

By the way, I found traces of saltwort on the shoes of that dude with yellow bones.

It's a plant that grows in Turkmenistan and Kazakhstan.

So before he was poisoned with lead, he was walking around Central Asia.

And considering the gum...

Maybe they are all migrant workers and they died from occupational disease?

Guys, that's right!

Maybe they really are just migrant workers?

Just think how many people die like this, quietly.

And no one knows about this. All kinds of workers, prostitutes...

And their relatives are at home, waiting for them to return?

And no one knows anything about them.

Please. Junior counselor of justice Zorina Anastasia Vladimirovna.

Our expert, Dr.Lemke Kirill Andreyevich.

Alexander Sergeyevich Bromberg, construction company manager.

I'm pleased and... Displeased at the same time.

Once again I would like to apologize for the actions of our security guards.

Well, you know, you can't hire philologists in PSC.

And these guys, unfortunately, are far from being gentlemen.

Sit, please, sit.

That's alright, in the end we have the result, it's all that matters.

Yes, the result is what I wanted to talk to you about.

The owner of our company is a respectable man. He has medals...

He's friends with the head of the district administration... Conscientious acquirer of this site...

He would never carry out any kind of construction works knowing

that it has something to do with crime...

We have no doubt about it.

- Well... - Not yet.

«Peace and quiet» is private property.

You need very good reasons for this.

So five corpses aren't good enough reasons?

You must cooperate!

Well, this is clearly a misunderstanding.

If you really start digging, there'll be a pilgrimage of

journalists, they'll make a fuss, and we have a respectable business here.

Who will compensate the losses? You?

I'm sorry, but even your whole administration's salary won't be enough.

Now this is not our problem.

This is not our problem either!

Your concern is to find and punish the criminals.

So look for them! Investigate: who, whom, for what...

With no mention of our company, otherwise

we will regard it as pressuring the business.

And we'll file a complaint! A complaint! A complaint!

And trust me, we'll get the support...

You know, Alexander Sergeyevich.

We're not playing jack straws here either, right?

There are laws, there are certain procedures.

There is every reason to believe that

human remains can be found on your territory.

I'm sorry, but we'll get the warrant.

And we'll search. That's it.

Go ahead.

But I warned you.

As soon as a man in uniform and with a shovel appears on our territory,

We'll send a notice of appeal to the General Prosecutor's Office, to the Ministry of Land Use...

And the State Duma legislation committee.

Then we'll see whether you'll get your warrants...

We should be friends, my dear officers!

You dig at your place, we build at ours.

And if we find something, we'll remove it.

Damn. I mean report.

Sometimes retreat is just a maneuver.

To be able to strike with renewed vigor.

Retreat? Ed, we fled!

We bowed down before some creeps!

We didn't bow. I told you, we manoeuvred.

Sure.

- I have a great idea... - What?

Shove papers everywhere?!

Look, while Zorina and Lobanov are knee-deep in paperwork, all our

maniacs, criminals, zombies, whatever... They'll scatter in different directions!

Here's the plan: we go back to the crime scene and

dig out at least one more body at the construction site...

And then we ring all the bells!

We call the police, rescue service, epidemiological station, ambulance...

And, most importantly, journalists! Then they just can't get away.

You're okay... brainy!

You bet!

But Zorina won't be happy if we screw her over again. We must warn her...

No! Please, no way.

She will ruin everything.

You're right. Zorina won't approve!

We need to do this on our own.

What do we have to lose?

You and I are free people, not Academy staff members.

We'll take the risk!

We need to ask Lemke.

Ed! What kind of maneuver is this?

You just proposed it, and now you're what, backing out?

I'm not backing out. I need to think.

Well...

We'll have to postpone all investigative actions until tomorrow.

Under the responsibility of this gentleman... Mr.Bromberg.

I suppose he guarantees the safety of the object.

Although who will check his guarantees...

Just don't mess with me, Nastya.

All kinds of people called our general...

Each and every one of them asked to leave this "Peace and quiet" place alone.

Anyway, we need to...

Maybe we should try a more delicate way...

Hello, mum.

Mum, I'll call you back. I'm busy.

It will only take a second.

What happened?

Nothing happened. It's just that your father and I want to come visit you.

We haven't seen you in a while. You and Allochka, you don't mind, do you?

Well, of course not...

Alright, mum, I'll call you back. Goodbye.

Sorry.

Right. OK, go. Go, guys, go...

Goodbye.

We can't just give up halfway!

We must act! Your plan was great, Ed!

Shurik, it was a plan for collaborative work with investigators.

Not for one-man field trips at our own risk.

What if there are no more corpses? Have you thought about that?

Why are we even going there? To shovel?

No, I'd prefer your parkour.

Not parkour, freerunning. It's different.

Okay, let's say there are no corpses. It's not a dead end anyway!

What do you mean?

We can plant them, for instance.

You know, the most important thing is to kick up a fuss here!

Shurik, in order to plant a dead body

you need to obtain a dead body.

And I'm not killing anyone.

Are you that dense? Why kill anyone?

You have a whole fridge full of them!

We take one, haul it to the river in your car, throw it.

And when everything starts, we'll solemnly and with honor put it back in its place.

Shurik… it's reckless. I don't like reckless.

OK! Plan B. First, area reconnaissance.

If we, for real, don't dig up anything, we plant our corpse.

Come on! Say yes already!

So, Kirill, what do we have here?

A migrant worker from Kyrgyzstan, poisoned with lead. A drug addict hit by a car.

A slaughtered prostitute from Moldova and a paralyzed old woman,

who, apparently, died a natural death.

And a hunk with a cracked skull. Very strange company.

Yes. Also, they all died differently. And neither of the bodies passed through a morgue.

All of them were buried at different times, but in the same place...

Which would soon be covered with concrete, then with ornamental

tiles, and would become the waterfront of a prestigious cottage community.

Who needed all this?

Someone who didn't want these bodies to be found.

That's it, Kirril!

This is an illegal cemetery!

They bury people illegally. The dead aren't registered anywhere.

"Peace and quiet" indeed!

OK, quickly! Move it!

Come on, come on! Come on!

Wow! That's a hell of a construction site!

- Keep it down. - What's with that corpse?

Let me see.

Damn.

OK, hold on. Change of plans.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Let's get out of here! Go, go!

We… we're from the investigative com.. committee.

Take their phones.

I need all the data on the corpses. The whole report.

Tomorrow morning it will be on chief's desk.

With your concluions. We'll raze this dump to the ground!

Oksa, where are Shurik and Ed?

I don't know.

Make yourself comfortable.

My clients are moving to a new place of residence.

And they'll gladly let a couple of new guys join their team.

Did they go home?

Not home, no.

Oksa, come on, look at me.

What's going on?

Well, we got this idea.

And they went to investigate.

Now they're gone and they aren't picking up.

Are they at the construction site?

Well, yes.

Who gave you permission?

Kirill, this is all your connivance!

But we had a plan!

Do you have a head on your shoulders or not?

What if it really is an illegal cemetery? And they'll catch them?

Then what?

Here's what we're gonna do. The door opens...

Uh-huh.

And we scatter in different directions. OK?

No. No, they have guns. We must leave now. Otherwise we'll suffocate in five minutes.

This is an emergency! Get it into the Flow system and announce the interception.

In the city and the region!

Most likely, they are somewhere in Kievka right now.

State Traffic Safety Inspection reported. They'll search for Ed's car.

They must be at the construction site already. They left a long time ago.

Here's the deal.

If anything happens to them, I promise you,

I'll send you back to prison myself.

Got it?

I'm gonna die!

Damn.

They switched off the inner lock. We need to get inside the ATM.

Here, hold it.

Are these our victims?

Yeah.

I spent the whole day on them.

Good job.

We can compile the characteristics for investigation.

Just don't take away the computer once I'm in jail.

Otherwise you won't see the portraits.

Yes.

Yes. I understand.

I'll call you back.

Special Rapid Deployment Force is at the scene.

There's no one by the river.

Alive... or dead.

Just peace and quiet.

Do you know what you're doing? You know how it works?

Don't sweat it! I know a little about this stuff.

Give me some light.

Car keys! Give me the car keys.

Let's go.

Hey... take me!

Damn.

Good job, man! OK, let's jump?!

You jump, I'll stay.

What do you mean? Hold on.

Remember: I'm doing everything according to plan. If you bail, they won't kill me.

You saw their faces. Jump, run to the phone and call Zorina!

So let's jump together! What's the problem?

I got it.

I entered STSI network. I'm gonna search for his SUV.

Don't do anything!

We've got the whole city searching for him.

There are two problems.

If we both bail, we'll never find out where they're taking the bodies!

And second, I'm not a freerunner. I'll break my neck if I jump!

OK, now go!

What are you doing?

Well I... Haven't jumped from trucks in a while. Got a little rusty.

Call Zorina!

Call Zorina!

Where?

Kirill, where are these...

Yes?

Shurik, is that you? Shurik, where are you?

Yes. Yes, I understand. We're on our way. We're on our way!

Everyone stay put, freeze!

Freeze! Face the wall!

Freeze! Stay put! Freeze, freeze!

Dad, hi!

Well, hi.

Happy? Now get undressed and go to bed!

Can I play for another two minutes?

Fedya. Two minutes.

Food is in the fridge.

- Alla. - Huh?

Aren't you curious about what I did today?

Huh?

When did we start having conversations?

Share our impressions about the whole day, eh?

Your job is the most important thing in your life. You don't let anyone in.

It's too late to change that... or do you want to talk about it?

Not really. Actually, I wanted to talk about something else.

My parents are coming tomorrow.

What, without a warning?

Mum, I was going to invite my buddies over tomorrow.

You promised.

Good morning, dear trainees...

Hello.

Well?

Welcome to the team!

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Does the occasion allow us to have adult drinks?

They are never allowed in the universy area.

And you, Shurik, please be careful. Don't spill anything.

Yeah. This one can.

Can you imagine, yesterday I had a bouquet in my car.

Now the whole interior is covered in pollen! Death for an allergic person, damn it.

I believe, yesterday someone didn't care much about their

interior, when we were about to take a fragrant passenger...

OK, hold on, what passenger?

Never mind.

And there's Dr.Lemke. Join our celebration.

- Yeah. - With pleasure.

And who are they?.. Yes. I see. Thanks.

Yes. Thank you for the information. Goodbye.

I have wonderful news!

Mademoiselle.

Thank you. Both our first victims have already been identified.

The pimp is the one who killed the Moldovan woman, he's been detained, now he's being interrogated.

And the guy responsible for the road accident, the one who hit the high school graduate from Kazakhstan, was declared wanted.

Well-well-well... Well-well-well...

- Cheers! - Cheers, cheers.

Cheers.

I'm curious, what happened to the others?

We're looking for them.

Now I have a truckload of stiff to do.

No one will get anywhere without my reconstructions anyway.

And with the restored appearance you can identify them all you want.

We'll put all this scumbags behind bars! We need to restore the balance somehow!

Some people here... are doing time for nothing.

If only it was so easy...

Criminal investigation requires time. Sometimes we look for people for a decade and can't find them.

So what's the problem? Give me the skull, and I'll draw it all for you!

No need. Here, look.

Is this your boyfriend? He's cute.

No, Oksa. This is not my boyfriend. This is my father.