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Don't ask me, Senya.
We were blown away too...

I'm telling you. These
aren't regular boars.

When we opened up the swine... There
were human bones inside him.

Come on.

Just don't be scared. Don't be scared.

Here.

Take a swig, for the courage.

Yuck!

Oh God, well, go on,
take a gulp of water from the creek.

Timur Vasilyich!

Vasilich! Vasilich! Over there! Vasilich!

Timur Vasilyich...

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

- Thanks.
- Not at all.

Where?

Go down there.

Uh-huh.

Then to your right. Along the creek.

Thanks.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Who found the body?

Two locals. They were
hunting the black boar.

What do you mean, hunting? It's a nature reserve.
Hunting is forbidden here.

It is. We took them
both into custody.

And confiscated their weapons.

They say they were going mushroom picking.

Right! With two carbines!

What do you say, Kirill?

Female, a little over thirty, blonde.
170 centimeters tall.

And the cause of death?

Shot in the neck. Heavy caliber.

It must've been the
hunting gun.

What made you think so?

The bullet passed through, it had to be
a gun or a very large pistol.

Are you looking for something?

What makes you so sure she
was killed right here?

- Apparently, the body wasn't carried...
- Or transported.

You're like my wife and I.

I mean, you finish each
other's sentences.

OK, we're done here. Go on,
take it to the Academy.

Guys, let's wrap it up or what.
We're wasting gasoline here.

There may not be enough
for our trip back.

Just go ahead and go without us, Yegor.

What about you?

We have flashlights... Don't worry.
We'll walk.

Seryozha, stop the engine!

But it's getting dark. You'll
hardly find anything in the dark.

And you'll get lost without me. There's
swamp all around! Totally impassable.

Even locals stay away. I lost
my partner in a bog last month.

All that was left of him was his cap,
hitched on a snag.

Dramatic.

There's forest all around! You
don't see such things in movies.

You know, we have another
trouble here - botflies.

When the Tatars were on their
way to Novgorod, botflies annoyed

their horses so badly that
they only reached Kravotyn...

I see you like folklore?

Folklore or no folklore, it still
makes it easier for the employees.

Whether this evil is real
or made up,

people don't walk around
idly because of it.

And how do you get around?

UAZ.

Also, the head of administration, a kind man,
provided the reserve with an off-roader.

Though even an off-roader can't
get you everywhere.

So we just go on foot,
the same old way!

Yep.

I see your batteries are dying.
Come on, let's go.

Besides, this bullet, it's
not going aynwhere.

You're probably right.

Let's entrust local police
with the search activities.

Great.

Seryozha! Start the car!

Let's begin our contest!

The one who says the most precise
time of death leaves home early.

No, I mean, I'm not complaining.

But we should've been
at home long time ago.

Edward, work, gain experience.

Easy for you to say,
you have no personal life.

Do you?

- Oksa, did you hear that?
- Yep.

No, hold on... I just meant
that I have...

Okay, okay. Relax.
I don't care.

Guys, let's begin already, okay?
I want to go home too.

OK, friends, friends, who wants to go first?

May I?

Look. That's a black boar in the picture.

This is a picture for a magazine,
taken exactly one month ago in April.

In the picture a boar is drinking from a stream.

It wouldn't drink corpse-contaminated
water.

So, May 10 at the
earliest.

I found the pollen of leopard's bane
in the victim's hair.

So?

Leopard's bane
blooms in May.

And given the nuances of this
year's climate, I'd say

the time of death is between
the fifteenth and twentieth of May.

Amateurs!.. Dr.Lemke.

I found this little train ticket
in the jeans pocket of the deceased.

I did a little bit of magic with the font,
developed it and found the date.

May 12!

Not bad, Shurik, not bad. Well done, well done.

Oksa, Ed, looks like you lost.

Well, also, ten hours, thirty-six
minutes and four seconds.

Wait, what?

Here, it was on the victim's wrist.
Broke when the girl fell.

- Hi dad!
- Hi!

Why aren't you in bed yet?
It's night. Where's mum?

She said she'd be late.

Who took you from school then?

Aunt Katya.

The neighbor? Why
didn't you call me?

I don't know. Mum said she didn't
want to distract you from your work.

Listen, son, did mum
tell you where she was?

Nah. She texted that she'd be late,
said we should go to bed without her.

The number you are trying to
reach is currently unavailable...

Strange. She isn't answering.

Go to bed.

I said, quickly. Go to bed.

Oh.

- Yes, Kirill.
- Hello, Nastya.

I'm sorry for calling you this late...

Or rather, early.

Right. Sorry.

It's just that I'm on edge, you know.

My wife still hasn't
returned home from work.

I should call someone, apparently...

Come on, Kirill.
It's too early to sound the alarm.

What do you... What do you mean - too early?

Because she would only be
considered missing in two days.

Well, sure, it
certainly helps...

It's OK, she's here. Sorry again...

What happened?

What do you mean?

What do I mean? You were gone all night.

Don't yell, you'll wake up Fedya.

I, I already called the police.

I was in a restaurant.

All night?

Why all night?
I crashed at a girlfriend's place.

Really? Couldn't even call?

You're not responding.

I texted you.

Yeah, you said you'de be late
and instead you're away the whole night.

Well, I'm sorry. It
was spontaneous.

A friend from work had
a Birthday.

We stayed late in the restaurant. I
didn't want to wake you up. My phone went dead.

What do you mean - wake us up?
I didn't even go to bed!

Calm down.

Calm down?

I need to go to work in an hour and a half.
And I didn't even get a wink of sleep!

I'm sorry, I'll call next time.

Oh, so you're already
planning the next time?

I'm a big girl. I stayed out late.
What's wrong with that?

You know, we found human
remains yesterday.

Also a big girl.

Lying all alone in a forest, no documents...

Someone dragged her into the forest just like that,
and someone else was waiting for her at home...

Maybe they still are.

Listen, you completely lost your mind
with that new job of yours.

I'm here, alive.

Anyway, you should call.

You should trust.

And sleep at night.

Breakfast?

Oh! You're early today.

I didn't leave.

Yesterday I requested the data for all
missing women in the last six months.

I spent the whole night comparing
the identikit made by Oksa.

Yeah. Working
productively today.

Everything alright at home?

That's great.
Let's get to work then.

The victim's name is Maria
Mikhaylovna Glazova.

Associate Professor of the faculty of
Decorative and Applied Arts in Stroganov Academy.

Married to professor Yevgeniy Glazov.
He reported his wife missing.

Well, I hope we don't have
to look for Yevgeniy as well?

We don't. They already brought him in.

Rotkin is trying to bring him back to his senses.

Cool! Oh, sorry.

My Mashenka... they
found my sweetheart.

She took pity on the fool...

You live not far from
Okovetskiy reserve, right?

This hellhole!

I should've sold this
shack years ago!

And you work at Stroganov Academy?

I don't work anywhere anymore!

I quit!

Every hallway, every classroom
reminded me of Masha.

When was the last time you
saw Maria?

I didn't want her to go to the forest alone.
To the black boar...

Yevgeniy, the boar doesn't have
anything to do with it. Maria was shot.

Do you have a hunting gun?

I'm not a hunter. I'm an artist.

Fine.

Did Maria have enemies?

Of course, enemies all around.

Ghouls, demons...

I see. More specifically?

Everyone is against me. I'm all alone.

I need a drink!

You know, it's pointless. We should lock him
up at least for two days, let him sober up.

Ah! Aesculapius!

Unfortunately, I can't do that.

He didn't drink in a public place,
he was brought here from his apartment.

He can drink as much as he wants in
his own home.

We'll have him sign an undertaking
not to leave his place of residence...

Where to?

So you're giving your consent, and...

No!

I just want to see Masha's body.

Of course.

Arkadiy, give him some coffee, please.
Show him the body.

You're free to go.

I estimated the approximate caliber
of the gun from the hole in the neck.

12 gauge. Pierces
a wall like paper.

Oksa and I did a
ballistic examination.

Calculated the approximate
bullet trajectory...

That is, if the body
position didn't change.

Oksa, switch it on!

The trajectory is almost horizontal.

The bullet had to hit the tree after
it passed through the victim's neck.

I'll send the orientation to Selizharovo.

Let local officers look for the bullet.

Anything else?

Yes. I hacked Maria's mailbox
and found an interesting little letter...

"We're going to kill you, bleached bitch!"

Wow, the guy is a genius of the criminal
underworld. Didn't even encode his email.

There's his
web page.

Ignat Ivaschenko, born April 15, 1986.
Studied in Stroganovka for a year.

OK, stop! It says "we",
which means he's not alone?

What if his whole class held a grudge against
Maria? Maybe she failed everyone on their exams.

By the way, we had such a teacher.
We then put laxative into his coffee.

Very mature.

Maybe we should try to learn something about
this Ivaschenko from Maria's husband?

Maybe he knows something?

I'm so sorry...

Forgive the old drunk!
It's all my fault.

Easy, easy, calm down, calm down...

Calm down.

Calm down. Could you please tell us whether
you know a man named Ignat Ivaschenko?

I do. There are two of them Ivaschenkos:
Ignat and Anton.

OK. Who are they?

Masha's students. She expelled them
one year ago for their incompetence.

They joined the army, they were very angry,
threatened her... Did they do that to her?

Hold on. We don't know that.
We haven't talked to them yet.

Then I will. Oh yes,
I will! I'll shoot them dead!

How? You don't have a gun.

For them... I'll get one!

What do you think about Glazov?

A broken man... Seems
suspicious to me.

Drunk, hot-headed...

You saw it yourself. A total psycho.

I think we should check his
country house for a gun.

Nastya, show some compassion,
the man's wife died.

He was waiting, hoping for three
months, and then this...

Honestly, I feel sorry for him. Did
you see how he grieved over her bones?

That's just remorse.

Rotkin also believes
that he's actually grieving.

Kirill, stay objective.

Of course, I understand your
position as a family man.

But we're not emotional
support.

Let's evaluate the facts objectively.

The Ivaschenkos? Yes, we should
still have their home address.

I'm sorry I'm doing this on the run.
There's too much stuff to do.

That's fine.

I've recently become dean.

There was another woman working here
after Maria, but she went on maternity leave.

How well did you know the deceased?

We were best friends. I got along
well with her husband Yevgeniy.

I was saying that we should call the
police right from the start.

And she was like, "no, they're good
kids, they're just lost."

Anyway, she wasn't scared.
Although she was living alone...

Alone? What about Yevgeniy?

Well, they'd had a
little falling out by then.

They decided to live apart for a while.

Masha stayed in Moscow, and
Yevgeniy moved to Selizharovo.

What caused the falling out?

Family conflict.
Yevgeniy started drinking heavily.

So Yevgeniy started drinking
before his wife disappeared?

We were surprised too. He
was once a star in his field.

Then suddenly he was a completely different person.

How did Maria and Yevgeniy meet?

She was his student once.
He was her idol.

When he started drinking,
she tied herself in knots.

Then she was ashamed. And then...
anyway, she couldn't take it.

Poor Masha.

Follow me to my office,
I'll find the Ivaschenkos' address.

Thank you.

Listen, where did you get
this grenade launcher?

My grandpa. Just don't
tell him anything.

I kind of took it without asking.
Well, we need to check the caliber!

But we have the caliber, kind of.

We have an assumption
that it was a 12-gauge.

And now we're gonna estimate the
scale of destruction of this 12-gauge.

And confirm our guesses.
Come on, put it up.

Uh-huh.

Alright, step back now.

Can I?

Right! I stole, I shoot.
Move.

One, two, three!

Wow!

Awesome.

Well, the damage is similar.

I don't know...

I think we need to take another shot.
Come on, my turn!

- Your turn, right...
- What?

Grandpa, we... we
wanted to re-enact a crime.

Sorry.

Blockheads!

You can check ten
guns this way.

And you'll get the same result.

Why?

Gun caliber 12 is the same
as pistol caliber 45.

Hello.
The investigative committee.

Can I talk to the Ivaschenko brothers?

No, you can't. They're not here.

And who are you?

I'm Gyena. I'm renting this apartment.

- How long have you been living here?
- Since May.

Where can I find the landlords?

I don't know. I transfer
the rent to a bank account.

They left their jacket in the apartment.
You need it?

Sure. Could be useful.

Here.

Thanks.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, we conducted
an experiment with a gun but my

grandpa said that Glazova could've been
killed from a 45 caliber pistol.

And I ran a check on your "Manor",
it's a landscape design studio.

- I'll text you the address.
- Uh-huh.

Dinner is served.

Oh.

Yeah. Thank you, Oksa. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. OK. Bye.

Kirill, I'm afraid the Ivaschenko
brothers are on the run.

Why is that?

The tenant Gyena said he'd
been living here since May.

That's approximately when
Maria Glazova disappeared.

Apparently, he rented this
apartment via an agent.

Because he doesn't know the owners'
phone numbers or address.

No one came for
the rent.

And the Ivaschenko brothers had a motive -
resentment for their expulsion, plus direct threats.

And the jacket with the studio logo
hardly has anything to do with the Ivaschenkos.

Well? We're not checking
the studio?

Why not? We are.

But I don't have
high hopes for this.

We have to put the Ivaschenko
brothers on the wanted list.

Thank you for the coffee, enjoy your meal.

Alright, we'll redo everything here.
Total redesigning of the manor.

OK, write it down: two large round
fountains. Did you write that down?

Great. Three small stream ones.

Yes, Ivaschenkos, Ivaschenkos. They do work
for me. They have ever since they came back from the army.

And where are they now?

Well, I don't know, it must
be their day off.

Did they work here on
the twelfth of May?

Oh, the twelfth, I remember the twelfth
of May as if it were yesterday.

We were working at the client's site. Client Petrov,
a cottage in the Ostashkov area near Lake Seliger.

Customer feedback was exceptionally
positive. It always is.

Now, here are the photos of the work done.
There's also a work order, if you need it.

Now there'll be a huge, wonderful,
dynamic laser show!

Directed at an incredibly
beautiful turnover town...

Like this. We'll also make a little
readjustment over there. But later. Got it?

Could you tell me what these
plants on the flowerbed are?

These? Oh! These are meadow
saffrons. A garden variety. Yep.

What are you doing? Where,
where are you going?

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Do you know where the Ivaschenko brothers
live? They're renting out their apartment.

I do. They live at their father's. They bought
him an apartment recently and now they all live there.

Now where are you going? Hick!

You can't spray them in such heat!
Get away from there! Please...

Hello. The investigative committee, junior
counselor of justice Anastasia Zorina.

Are your sons home?

- They are.
- Can I talk to them?

- Please.
- Thanks.

Hello. I would like to talk
to you about Maria Glazova.

Did you find Maria Mikhaylovna?

She was shot with a
hunting gun.

The wardrobe.

Can you open the wardrobe?

Why?

Open the wardrobe, please.

Wow. That's serious.

- Sauer?
- Sauer.

- Twelve-gauge?
- Twelve.

Do you think it was us?

And it wasn't?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
On what grounds?

There are hundreds of these in Moscow!

Aside from the gun,
we found emails with threats

that your sons sent
to Glazova.

Hold on, it's not like that.

Maria Mikhaylovna
didn't scare easily.

But it's the other way around.
She helped us.

She got us jobs at her friends' firm.

She said, you'll work there for a year, get
good recommendations, and you'll be reinstated.

Fine. Let's try it this way.

We checked the record at your
work in the last five months.

And as it turned out, at the
time of the murder you were

at the cottage of one Petrov,
near Ostashkov.

And that's only an hour drive
to the crime scene.

Wait. That's right.
We don't work there alone.

We have a team of six people.

Besides, there's video surveillance
at Petrov's cottage.

You can't leave even
for five minutes.

You'll get fired
in no time.

The Ivaschenko brothers have an
alibi, and their motive is unclear.

I called their boss.

He confirmed their testimony.

Maria Glazova personally asked him
to hire the Ivaschenko brothers,

vouched for them.

Dr.Lemke.

What is it you're looking
at over there?

Sex.

There's damage to the spine.

There's a lower back injury,
received shortly before death.

Also, judging by the condition
of her joints and ligaments,

Maria was never seriously
engaged in sports or yoga.

Just morning jogging,
gymnastics, not more than that...

By the way, according to the statistics,
in about thirty percent of all cases

patients receive lumbar
injuries during sex.

Maria and Yevgeniy were living apart.

Maria could have a lover.

Doc, you too?

It's not about me.

I just think that it's
perfectly natural and

right for a young
attractive woman

to have a lover, being married to an
old drunk lapsing into dotage.

Fine. You got me.

I'll ask Oksa to check all the
phone numbers from Maria's mobile.

Maybe we'll actually
find something.

Here, done.
Here's a printout of the calls.

Is Doctor done already?

Let him sleep. He was awake all
night because of his wife.

I'm not sleeping. It's fine.
Let's work.

Thank you, Oksa.

- Good?
- Well, well.

Anyway, you were right.

Maria actually has two phones.

Why would a married woman
need two phone numbers?

What do you mean, why? One for work.
Another for personal purposes.

That's right. One for husband,
the other for lover.

She used one number to call her
friends, colleagues, husband.

And the other - to call just one
number, completely unknown.

So, let's call an unknown number?

Hello, Vitya, hi! Recognize me?

Wrong number.

I can't hear you! Vitya!
Vitya, how are you?

It's not Vitya, you dialed the wrong number.

If this isn't Vitya, who is this?

Matvey! Dial carefully!

Matvey, hello. Do you know one
Maria Mikhaylovna Glazova?

What?

Maria Mikhaylovna Glazova,
Associate Professor in Stroganov Academy?

He hung up. Nervous guy.

Looks like we found the lover.

The number is registered
to Matvey Solomin.

He was Maria Glazova's student.
And there he is.

Matvey Solomin?

Yeah.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Anastasia Zorina.
The investigative committee.

I'd like to talk to you
about Maria Glazova.

They found Maria? What happened to her?

She was shot.

What?

Matvey, we have information that you and
the victim had an intimate relationship.

No. This is complete nonsense.
She was just a master at our faculty.

A lot of things depend on a master, don't they?

It's very important for a graduate
student to get along with them. Right?

Matvey, if you don't want
to be honest with us, we'll

have to talk to other graduate
students, teachers...

With your friends.
And your enemies as well.

Fine.

Maria and I dated.

At first, I really was trying to approach her...
but when I got to know her, I fell in love.

Do you unsderstand?

I do. Can we step away?

Thanks.

Do you remember where
you were on May 12?

If you really loved Maria, you should
remember the day she disappeared.

I do. I was at home.

Can anyone confirm that?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

When was the last time you saw Maria?

A couple of days before she went missing.

Did anyone know about your relationship?

No. No one did.

She didn't want to make her husband look like a fool.
She wanted to divorce him first.

The autopsy showed that Glazova
received an antemortem lumbar injury.

It could've been caused by vigorous sex.
And it happened a few hours before her death.

But since you hadn't seen
Glazova in two days,

perhaps there were other graduate
students who were interested?

Masha didn't cheat on me.
That day we just...

Keep talking.

I won't tell you anything else.

Do you realize that it
will look suspicious

if you refuse to cooperate
with the investigators?

I don't care about your investigation! I
said, I won't tell you anything else!

Easy, easy, easy...

You can arrest me if you want! We have an
excellent lawyer! He'll eat you for breakfast!

I checked Matvey. He doesn't
really look like an evil killer.

The motive isn't clear at all.

He's a liar and a jerk.

He seduced an adult married
woman for personal gain.

And now he's pretending to be in love.
Got caught in your trap.

Yes. And judging by his
reaction, Matvey is

lying that he didn't
see Glazova on May 12.

And there's another
indirect proof.

Found something?

Yes. Solomin had a few
speeding tickets.

And one of them was written by
a traffic officer... Shelyagin.

Now guess where this officer's
place of duty is.

Where?

Moscow-Riga highway.
Rzhev region.

That's south of the reserve.
The same route.

Exactly. I'll send Ed?

Come on. It's been a while.

So many violations. I doubt
they'll talk to Ed.

I think they might
remember this violation.

Solomin exceeded the speed limit by
one hundred and thirty kilometers per hour.

They revoked his driver's license for a year.

As for not talking - I'll ask
my colleague Artur to join Ed.

I think the IC identification
will be of great help to them.

I remember that psycho. Two hundred
and thirty on Eclipse.

First time in my service!

Drunk?

No. We have zero tolerance
for drunks.

This one was calm. Quiet.

Well, we checked him -
zero per mille.

I told him, what the hell are you doing?
You're gonna get yourself killed.

And he was like - that's fine.
There were tears in his eyes.

Maybe he tricked you?
No one wants to pay a fine.

No. When we processed him,
it was like he didn't care.

He was so sad.

Listen, did you ask him where
he was from, where he was going?

He didn't hide it. From
Selizharovo to Moscow.

We know you were in Selizharovo hotel the
night of the murder. What were you doing there?

Masha and I were supposed to meet at the hotel.

But she called me, it
was late at night.

Said that she had told her husband everything and
that she didn't want to leave him alone.

She was afraid he would do
something to himself.

I told her that if she didn't come,
everything would be over between us.

But she didn't come.

And you - what? You just
went home after that?

Yes. I got angry. Gave up. Left.

Traffic officers stopped me, thought
I was drunk. Suspended my driver's license.

I apologize, Matvey, but it's a little
hard to believe what you're saying.

Maybe you talked to someone
from the hotel?

Maybe other guests, waiters
from the restaurant...

Maybe someone at the parking lot?

No. I spent all
night at the hotel.

Uh-huh.

Please, I would never hurt Masha!
I loved her!

I proposed to her.
Hang on.

Here. I had two
of these pendants.

They are rare objects,
practically antiques!

These pendants are
family heirlooms.

According to tradition, a husband keeps one
and gives the other to his future wife.

But there was no jewelry
on Glazova.

Impossible. She really liked it.
Nver took it off.

But you're saying you had a fight.
Maybe she took it off.

She would've given it back. And
if not, I don't care.

I don't think Matvey is lying.

And if we talk about motives,
he'd rather kill Yevgeniy than Maria.

I agree. Still, jealousy
is a good motive.

Nastya, come on. He's not a killer.
That's obvious.

I'm not talking about him.

Yevgeniy - definitely not.
He also couldn't.

Yes, he could.

He has manic-depressive psychosis
written all over his face.

Besides, a couple of vodka flasks
early in the morning. And...

Arkadiy, didn't you see him
grieving his wife?

I did. Nothing strange.
Remorse.

Had been keeping it in for a long time.
Saw the bones and lost it.

Kirill, I'm really sorry.

I know you don't want to believe
it, but all facts point to Yevgeniy.

Nastya, maybe she was just attacked on the road?
They robbed her, threw her body into the creek...

Who did? There are, like, three old women
in their late eighties living in the village.

And an old man, one-legged accordion player.
Never even steps out of his gate, by the way.

Besides, Matvey was the only one
who knew about the jewelry.

But Yevgeniy might not have an aversion to that.
He's drunk. Mad with jealousy.

It's 22:36 and 4 seconds. I think that's
what you established, Kirill? Complete darkness.

Then suddenly he gets his hands on a gun.

Kirill, I'm sorry, but it makes sense.

Oh, this is Artur. Maybe
he has some news.

Yes, Artur.

Anastasia Vladimirovna,
Selizharovo police officers

found the bullet that
killed Maria Glazova.

We already received it.

Great. Take it to us for examination.
Thanks.

OK, Shurik will handle the bullet,
you and I will go talk to Yevgeniy.

Ah, counselor Zorina! We're
having a memorial for Masha!

Found the killer?

Yes. Yevgeniy, you're under arrest for
suspicion of murder of Maria Glazova.

What? Did you hit your head?

Cops completely lost their minds...

Zhenka wouldn't hurt a fly!

Show some respect!
The man's wife died!

Sit down!

Artist, you say?

Is this your brush then?

It's a gift...

One round is missing.

Who were you shooting at, Yevgeniy?

A boar.

There are black boars here, wandering
around in our gardens at night... Scary.

Do you have a firearms license?

I'm telling you, it's a gift!

I visited my friends in Georgia. There was this artist.

Givi... or Gogi...

Gocha. That's it.

Yevgeniy, did you know that
your wife was cheating on you?

Yes. I did.

Did you kill her?

I don't remember.

She came to see you. That night.

She came to make up with you.

You were drunk. There was a fight.

Yes.

Then in the heat of the moment
you grabbed the pistol.

I don't remember.

I remember that she came.
I remember that we had a fight.

I got upset, drank some more, and that's it.

Maybe I did kill her... Eh?

Ah, go ahead!

Arrest me and take me
wherever you want...

I can't live without Masha anyway!
Take me.

Well, what can I say?
The caliber fits.

So does the chemical composition.
This is a lead-coated bullet...

Damn...

Damn? Is this your new
scientific term?

Just damn. We have
to call Zorina.

What happened?

This bullet was shot recently.

What makes you think so?

Look.

In its lifetime it was a bark beetle.
The bullet killed him three days ago. Tops.

Are you saying that someone else
was shooting at the trees?

Yes!

And they are arresting that
poor bearded guy right now!

I don't believe he could kill her.

Believe it or not.

But we found the pistol. The bullet.

Besides, he has a motive.
He just confessed anyway.

But he's wasted.

You know what they say, Dr.Lemke?

A sober man's thoughts sooner or later
become a drunken man's confession.

Yes, Ed.

Wait a second. I'll
put you on speaker.

We're listening.

Anastasia Vladimirovna,
we screwed up!

What is it?

That bullet from the tree... Anyway,
it's not the one that killed Glazova.

It was shot not more
than three days ago.

Are you sure?

Yep. Sure as hell.

Which caliber?

Ours. But the bullet is not
from a gun, it's from a pistol.

Shurik says it's a massive one, american.
45 caliber.

Desert Eagle?

Yeah. That's the one.

I got it, Ed. Thanks.

I wonder what it means.

It means that you were right,
Dr.Lemke.

Yevgeniy didn't kill. He was
set up, and in a brutal way.

But who and why?

Why didn't we find
the right bullet?

We didn't because it was taken away.
And a new one was put there.

I don't understand, how can you pick
a bullet out of the trunk of a tree?

No one picked it out.

They simply cut down the tree and took a shot
at the nearest one with Glazov's pistol.

Before that, of course, they
had gotten Yevgeniy drunk.

So we need to look for a new tree stump!

Very fresh thinking,
Dr.Lemke.

There's our tree.

If we hadn't cut the grass here,
we'd never have found it.

Yep. The saw cut is new.

I think it's one of
the locals.

Someone who is familiar with the area.

Also he probably was at Yevgeniy's
place that night.

So was Maria. She was
wearing the pendant.

When Maria left, he left too.
Followed her.

Caught up with her in the forest... Then killed her and robbed her.

Yes, and when the investigation began,
he returned and began to cover his tracks.

Also set up Glazov.

Maybe she was walking down this path.
The settlement is further that way.

There's also a bus stop
one kilometer away from here...

Wait, hunting?

Hunting is forbidden here, Kirill.

Who were you shooting at?!

A little boar.

Escaped, a cunning fellow.

You can't hunt here. This is a nature reserve.

I work at the head of
administration's office.

I have great respect for hunting.

So today, as an
exception, as they say...

So how often do you make
these exceptions?..

Come on, this is the first time.

Did you go hunting on May 12?

I'm telling you,
today is the first time!

Really? That's very easy to check.

A woman was killed here.

Now if we take a bullet from your gun
and compare the chemical composition

of the lead with the microscopic particles
from the body of the deceased.

What do you think the examination will show?

- Freeze!
- What?

Drop your weapon!

Two steps away from the weapon!

Yegor, drop the gun!

Drop the gun.

Two steps away from the gun.

You're being very calm, Yegor.
Aren't you supposed to detain such people?

I am. My bad. But
I'm no one important.

The government doesn't give us a damn thing!

And he will spare nothing
for the reserve.

Ah... You mean that official
who gave you the off-roader?

Yes. A gift from an old friend.

It's a bribe, Yegor!

How are you gonna prove it? I
don't have anything to do with it.

He went hunting without me.

We'll check that.

Go ahead, in front of me!

Doc, let's make a deal: if I win this game,
I can leave early for a week.

Fine. And if I win, you'll buy
everyone coffee for a week.

- Yes!
- Deal.

But please, not
from the machine.

From the cafe down the street, around the corner
to the left. They make good coffee there.

Okay.

Can I break? Can I?

Guys, come on.

OK, Kirill, come on. We're rooting for you.

Good evening.

I just talked to
Yevgeniy.

He'll be released in the morning.

He confirmed that the forest ranger
Yegor often stayed at his place recently.

Gave him moral support, kind of.

Oh Yevgeniy, a trusting soul...

It all adds up now.

Yegor allowed officials to hunt
in the reserve, for bribes.

During a hunt Maria accidentally gets killed.
Yegor didn't lose his head, didn't go to the police.

First he stole the jewels, then
buried the body on the edge of the ravine.

When they found the body and suspected
shooting, Yegor waited until we

left, went to Yevgeniy's place, got
him drunk and stole his pistol...

Shot at the nearest tree and
returned the pistol to its place.

So what, he made a confession?

Of course not.

We searched Yegor's apartment
and found that pendant.

Game, Doc! You lost!

You buy your coffee.

Fine, they'll make coffee for me at home.

Take care. Goodbye.

Bye.

Alright, everyone can be dismissed!

Yay!

Good night.

Okay, this is for mum.

Eww, mum, I hate broccoli.

Come on, sit, eat.
You need vitamins.

Daaad!

OK, don't look at me. I
suggested to order pizza.

Why are you provoking him?

Let's have pizza for a whole
week, while mum is away!

Where is she going?

On a business trip.

I wanted to tell you after dinner.

Well, well. You couldn't discuss it with me?

What's there to discuss? The
management gave me an ultimatum.

I have to go.

So where is it you're going?

If it's not classified,
of course?

Come on, don't get wound up.

We'll talk after dinner.

Fine, give me your cabbage.

OK, come on!

Okay, okay, okay...

We'll eat vitamins...