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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

So, Kirill, are you coming with us or what?

No, I have a lot of work to do. Go without me.

Kirill, come on.

Take a break, let your hair down.

You need to relax sometimes.

Or are you afraid of competition?

You know, I'm not in the mood for bowling.

You haven't left your lab recently.

Science mustn't stand still.

Kirill...

Maybe you want to talk?

Why, do you know a lot about stem cells?

I'm not talking about science. I'm talking about you.

I'm not interesting.

You know, Kirill, when a person has problems,

it can be very helpful for them to talk to someone.

You wouldn't understand anyway.

What?

Nothing. Forget it.

No, wait, what could have happened to you that no one will understand?

You and your wife had a falling out.

I think it's none of your business.

And I think you're just feeling sorry for yourself, Kirill.

What are you, an expert in such matters as well?

No, I'm not even a perfect example of optimism.

But even I can understand when one should stop tearing their hair.

Besides, I'm sure you're an amazing father and a wonderful husband.

And if someone doesn't understand that...

Listen, why do you care about my wife?

Your job is to catch criminals.

And when I need to solve a case, I will certainly come to you.

But I'll sort out my life by myself, okay?

You don't have to snap.

I just wanted to cheer you up somehow.

Thank you, Nastya, but your encouraging speech is the last thing I need right now.

Fine.

Get back to the courpse.

Anyway, what do you know about relationships?

This isn't one of your investigations. Found the evidence, caught the guilty and moved on...

Real life is different.

What's it like then?

Had a falling out, and then you're sulking, angry with the whole world?

I told you, you wouldn't understand.

With all due respect, you never had a family or children.

You're a loner.

The closest thing you have to a relationship is questioning suspects.

You're living in an emotional vaccum.

It's so easy to talk about someone else's family life in your position.

I hear you.

But if you change your mind, we'll be waiting for you at the bowling place.

Come on, come on, come on! Don't lose away!

Yes!!!

Well, one fell!

Come on.

Me, me, me, me!

My turn.

- Stop. - Hold on, Shurik, make way.

OK, Doctor is throwing. Come on.

- Attention. Attention, attention. - Come on, doc.

Aaaand, yeehaw!

Excuse me. Are you Dr.Lemke?

Yes.

The investigative committee sent me here.

I was told you're a corpse expert.

Yeah. You can say that.

I've already been everywhere today.

The police, the prosecutor's office, the investigative committee.

And everyone thinks I'm crazy.

Okay, calm down. Alright?

Uh-huh.

- Let's sit. - Uh-huh.

Take a seat.

Take a seat.

Tell me.

I had one true love in my life. His name was David Gabelaya.

He and I had this tradition.

Once a month, on the day we met, he gave me a flower.

Very nice.

David was a true romantic.

But he died twenty-four years ago.

And yet. Five months ago I started receiving flowers again.

From who? David?

I don't know. I don't know anything.

I think I'm going crazy.

You know what, let's go get some fresh air, and you'll tell me everything.

OK? Let's go.

On the one hand, I understand that it can't be Dado,

but on the other hand, I still hope that he will come back to me, alive and well.

Maybe it's someone's prank?

At first I thought so too. But almost no one knew about our tradition with flowers.

It's very personal. And then this money.

What money?

Every time I get a flower, I also receive

a bank transfer, five hundred dollars.

Tell me, are you sure he's dead? Were you at his funeral?

Of course. Though he was buried in a closed coffin.

Why?

Oh, you know, it's such a complicated story.

Let's go.

For the sake of symmetry. For the sake of symmetry.

Stand back, stand back.

Sorry.

Join us.

Hey, come on, show them. Show them, Kirill.

- OK. - Take a ball.

- Nastya. - What?

Remember how I said that if I need to solve a case,

I will come to you, OK? Let's go.

- Are you already done with your work? - Come on, let's go.

Kirill, come on...

Pull yourself together and show us how you do it.

Ed, you said you were God.

He's not God, he's in training.

Just a second.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, your move.

Wait a second, Artur.

You realize it makes no sense, right?

I don't think you know what you're talking about.

So you think that every month a dead man sends flowers

to his beloved from his grave, right?

But no one saw him dead.

The body was buried in a closed coffin. We don't know who was in that coffin.

Well, what do you want from me, Kirill?

I want you to request an exhumation, then we can

examine the body and see it for ourselves.

- But what if, what's her name?.. - Yelena Mikhaylovna.

Yelena Mikhaylovna is neither a family member nor

wife of the deceased, then we can't request an exhumation.

Well, why not? We can. If it's a criminal case.

It was.

David was taking an extremely valuable rare object to Moscow, a 15-th century

Chinese engraving, which disappeared after his death.

They looked for it but never found it. We can check the record.

Anastasia Vladimirovna! Let's beat these nerds already, huh?

Fine.

Nerds!

I'm not asking for me.

You should've seen this woman, she's white as a sheet. She's on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Kirill, do you really think that every month this David guy

sends flowers from his grave to his beloved Yelena?

I don't rule out the possibility of it. Everything is possible.

I knew your romantic nature would surely cling on to this story.

You should be writing novels, Kirill.

Chekhov was a doctor too, by the way. So was Bulgakov.

Oh yes. I see it: A Young Pathologist's Notebook.

Sounds great, right?

Look, I don't know what happened, but I think it's cruel.

This is how they eradicate modern intellectuals.

How's homework going?

OK.

Right. I can tell.

You have a test tomorrow. How are you going to pass?

Come on, dad, it's easy.

You said the same about the previous one.

Mum called.

Listen, don't change the subject, eh?

She asked about you.

Really? What did you tell her?

That you're doing well. That you're working a lot with your counselor.

Really? Is that what you said? My counselor?

Well, she calls her that.

What do you have here? Wow! Biology.

Great subject, you know. Helps unravel different secrets.

What kind of secrets?

For example, there's this guy at work,

he can tell where you've been by your shoes.

Wow. How?

I'll start working on your case tomorrow. We'll see how we can help your old woman.

How?

For example, after you stepped on grass, tiny particles

of different microorganisms stay on your shoes.

Cool!

Like this. So go ahead, keep studying.

Good morning!

Good morning, Kirill!

You were right, you know.

I checked the record and came across this Chinese engraving case right away.

Yeah, so?

Well, in a nutshell, some collector wanted to buy out a rare object

stolen during the war for a fairly large amount.

That same fifteenth century Chinese engraving.

And Gabelaya, being an official at the Ministry of Culture, went to

Germany to buy it out and confirm the authenticity of the masterpiece.

An art expert Oleg Vyazov and a KGB officer Alexey Yegorov went with him.

Anyway, they confirmed its authenticity, bought the masterpiece and were about to go home,

but David had a heart attack at the airport and died in hospital.

I see.

So they didn't find the engraving on him?

No.

Interpol took over the case, but it was all in vain.

They believe the engraving was stolen by those who witnessed David's death.

There are a lot of ambiguities around this death.

So we get a letter from the German.

He says he has the engraving and he can return it

to its homeland, but for a certain compensation.

Our group was sent to Dusseldorf in order to assess this engraving.

Did you know David before the trip?

No, Gabelaya and I met literally a week,

I think, before the trip to Dusseldorf.

So what happened in Dusseldorf?

We assessed the engraving. It was the original.

I immediately called our colleagues in Moscow. They sent us money very quickly.

Fifty thousand marks.

The German took the money, we took the engraving, that was it. We went to the airport.

Who carried the engraving?

Gabelaya.

He was appointed the official leader of our expert group,

he was also the financially liable person.

So he did.

We arrived at the airport about two hours before boarding.

David went out to have a smoke.

So we're waiting for half an hour, one hour. Still gone.

We started to worry, went looking for him.

Then we saw a crowd.

They said there was a sick man.

Gabelaya had a heart attack and died in hospital.

Did you indentify the body?

Yes, who else?

Are you sure it was David?

Well, we didn't know him well, but he had a conspicuous appearance,

besides, his passport was in his pocket.

We only had the engraving on our minds back then,

so as soon as we realized that the engraving wasn't with him, we panicked.

So, theoretically, could you have been wrong?

You know, we could've been wrong both theoretically and practically.

- Please. - Thanks.

Oleg! Hello!

Lenochka, darling!

You two know each other?

We do. So many years.

We were working at the Ministry back then, remember?

Even before David joined us.

So you all worked in the same department?

Oleg and I didn't really know each other back then.

I was the head of the department, and he was a scientist, an expert.

Oleg told me about David's death. We've been friends since.

Lenochka, dear, it's possible David is alive.

Who knows what really happened back then, right?

Maybe he was taken along with the engraving?

Autopsy will show.

We already have enough grounds for exhumation. I'll talk to my

superiors, and maybe we'll start tomorrow.

Nastyenka, thank you so much!

Don't thank me yet.

No, no. At least you don't think I'm crazy.

Thank you too, Kirill.

No need to see me off. We'll find our way out.

- Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Goodbye, take care. - Goodbye.

Do you remember his funeral? How many children came?

Four, I think.

So David had four children?

Maybe even more. He was married three times.

Who sent him on this trip?

I did. I wanted David to go there.

It's all my fault.

Lena, come on! How is that your fault? Don't be stupid!

He was so eager to go abroad. You know it perfectly well.

Besides, it was a matter of great financial responsibility.

Yes, you're right.

We needed a strong, serious person with good organizational

skills, and David was a good organizer.

I'm sorry. So David wasn't an art expert?

No! I was the one representing science in the group.

He worked in the Ministry's procurement department.

And these remains are twenty years old?

Twenty-four.

The old man is really well-preserved.

Well, Gabelaya died at Dusseldorf airport.

They had to embalm his body.

That's good. That benefits us.

Look, not only the bones, but what's left of the flesh is well-preserved too.

This is pretty functional material.

Yes, we need to tell Shurik to pay attention to the fabric fragments.

Oksa, can you reconstruct the face of the deceased on the computer?

Yes, I need to take pictures of all sides of the skull

in order to create a three-dimensional model.

Look, this is interesting.

What is it?

The deceased has excellent, excellent teeth.

Great porcelain fused metal crown.

What's interesting is that it was worn for a long time.

Look, there's a split here, and here, and this is not a one-day process.

They didn't make them like this in the union in the early eighties.

Here's an identikit picture of our deceased. With and without glasses.

I wish we had his old pictures to compare.

At your request, Kirill, I checked the delivery of chrysanthemums to Yelena Mikhaylovna.

The orders were made and paid for online.

The hell we'll find anyone this way.

What do you have here?

The exhumed remains belong to a man who most likely died a natural death.

There's a high degree of probability that the cause of death is myocardial infarction,

but the remains are more than twenty years old and it's very hard to say for sure.

Moreover, I found traces of multiple ankle

fractures, but they all healed long time ago.

While alive, the deceased had a pronounced limp.

What about the clothes?

Alright, dark gray jacket.

The paint was steadfast, clearly not the Soviet.

The crown is also foreign-made.

Alright, bye. I've got stuff to do.

Doc, I'll go with you.

Come on, let's go.

Kirill, maybe you and Yelena Mikhaylovna are not so crazy after all.

I'm touched by your kindness, but we need a DNA test to be certain.

Fine. I'll make inquiries and try to find David's children.

And I'll go to Yelena. Maybe she has some old pictures of Dado.

That's weird.

You know, I think it's him in this one.

But in this one it's not him.

Like these are two different people.

Yelena Mikhaylovna, tell me about... the teeth.

Did David take good care of his teeth?

No, you know, he always had problems with his teeth. He was very embarrassed of them.

Did he have a limp?

No. Dado surely didn't have a limp.

Oleg, tell me about the jacket, please.

The jacket?

Yes, the one David bought abroad.

Ah, right. You know, such a gorgeous jacket.

And the color is so unusual. Kind of, like...

Marengo.

Yes! That's right. Marengo.

And you know, he was wearing it all the time.

Isn't it too big on me?

Do you think Lenochka will like it?

Yes.

Grey color looked very good on Dado.

Well, I looked through the transaction papers.

Unfortunately, no information about the seller.

So we don't even have any leads.

Kind of. There is one, but it's far-fetched.

We have the number of the account to which fifty thousand marks were transferred.

We know that the money was cashed out an hour after they had been transferred.

Gabelaya was the one who cashed it out.

Probably, these were the terms of the transaction between the seller and the committee members.

So the working theory is, Gabelaya is alive.

It was him who stole the engraving and disappeared.

Who is buried in his grave is the number one question.

But Ed, Shurik and Kirill will work on that.

Question number two - where is the masterpiece?

It's unlikely that David is still carrying it around.

He sold it. Which means, someone bought this engraving.

Through this buyer we'll be able to find Gabelaya.

And question number three is how do we find the owner of this engraving.

We have to give a good price for it.

Not just good. Incredibly good.

I looked it up, the prices for such engravings range from fifty to one hundred thousand euros.

How much shall we bid?

- Three hundred. - Wow.

Alright... How do we call ourselves?

Kirill Lemke.

Are you kidding?

What? Excellent German last name.

Will he agree to this?

No one is going to ask him.

Fine.

It's rude to work during meals.

Olya, it's also rude to touch someone else's stuff.

Why so gloomy? Had a fight with the doctor?

No.

Yes you did. I can tell.

Olya, I'm working. It's a hard case.

Kirill is your hard case.

You need to show more initiative with prudes like him.

Olya! He's married.

All the more so. You shouldn't just sit idly by, you should... win him over.

- Are you done? - Yep.

Let's drop the subject.

What is it you have here?

I didn't know chinese stuff was popular in the eighteenth-century Russia.

Why do you even need that?

We are looking for an engraving that can lead us to an alleged criminal.

Here, look.

The engraving was in a museum of local lore in the Smolensk region.

This one?

Yes.

During the war the territory of the estate was occupied by Germans.

And when they retreated, they catalogued it all carefully,

numbered it and took to Berlin to De Rutra warehouse.

The inventory was preserved. The Germans kept records of all their trophies.

Well, they are meticulous people.

Yep. However, this engraving is not on the list.

Also, shortly before the city was liberated by the Soviet authorities,

the estate came under artillery fire and partially burned down.

Some of the museum pieces were irretrievably lost.

Among the valuables taken out by the Germans were sculptures, weapon collections and medals.

But look, not a single painting. No icons or books.

Or antique furniture at least.

Maybe everything was destroyed by fire?

Maybe.

Hmm.

But then I have no idea how our secret seller got their hands on the engraving.

Well, that's obvious. Some Fritz stole it.

Or maybe not stole it but wrapped a sausage in it.

What? It's just a piece of paper. It's war, after all. Who would even check?

Hey, morning, Doctor. Want a doughnut?

Yep.

In exchange for coffee.

Okay.

More, more! Keep going. Thanks.

OK, where are Rotkin and Shurik?

I don't know, probably running late.

They aren't getting any doughnuts.

Doc, can you come here for a second?

Sure.

Thanks.

What is it?

It doesn't add up.

Tell me, has Gabelaya ever been to South America?

No, Germany was the first foreign country he visited. Why?

See for yourself.

What are these inclusions in the vacuole?

This is an amastigote stage - trypanosamide.

Leishmania donovani bodies.

Interesting.

If the deceased had leishmaniasis, German doctors would probably have put it on record.

There are sores all over his skin. But the report doesn't mention that.

But more importantly, you can't catch leishmaniasis anywhere but the Amazon basin.

And you have to be bitten by a rare mosquito, Leishmania Amazonisis.

And there are none in Africa or Europe.

So this guy is not David?

Only a DNA test can confirm that.

- Good morning! - Good morning!

Come in.

This is David's son Otar.

Hi.

These are my colleagues.

Dr.Lemke, Ed and Oksa.

Hi.

Hi. I hope you'll be the one collecting a DNA sample from me?

I'll prepare everything.

Can I have some coffee?

Weren't there any other children?

This one has just come here and he's already hitting on Oksa.

OK, OK, doctors, go ahead.

Take whatever you need from me and do it fast, I'm scared of needles.

There'll be no needles.

Only a cotton swab.

We need to take a swab.

From the inside of your mouth.

Thank you for agreeing to help.

Am I gonna get paid for it?

I doubt that.

How come? I gave you my body.

Well, not really your body. Only a few cells.

Well, those are my cells.

Well, this is your father.

I barely remember him.

He left my mum and me when I was six.

Though I must give the old man credit

for paying alimony regularly.

Although it wouldn't have been enough if it hadn't been for my...

Abilities.

What abilities?

Poker, bridge...

Pool.

What do you mean?

I'm a professional. Though my glory days have long since passed.

But no one will take the title of the champion of Georgia from me.

Why didn't you say that sooner? We're playing for money.

Oh. This is payment.

For my precious cells.

Doc, can I talk to you for a minute?

Yes, sure.

Maybe another round?

No, maybe next time.

So? How's the DNA test going?

It isn't. I haven't started yet.

What? Why?

Ask that woman over there.

Go ahead.

Hello, doctor. I'm Otar's mother Faina.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm sorry for ruining your investigation, but the thing is, this test is pointless.

David is not Otarik's real father.

What do you mean - not real?

In nineteen seventy, Comandante Fidel Castro came to Georgia.

I was his Spanish interpreter.

Otar's father is Fidel Castro?

No. A man from the Commandante's guard.

Well, if this is the case, the test will actually be pointless.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

So you speak Spanish?

Of course. I taught David the basics, by the way.

He had a talent for languages.

What now? We look for other children?

Well, yeah. Turns out, children tests are not reliable at all.

And personal things?

His toothbrush, clothes. They can still have traces of his DNA.

Do you happen to have David's personal belongings?

Not really.

After the divorce, I threw them away or gave them away at once.

Why would I keep them anyway?

I only have bad memories of David.

Yeah. For some people they are bad, but for some... they are genuinely happy.

Just be careful.

It's the only thing I have left of Dado.

Alright.

Hold it, please.

Perfect. Perfect.

That's it. Thank you.

Thank you.

Judging by the test results, the deceased in the coffin is not David.

So Vyazov and Yegorov made a mistake after all.

Wait, what about the passport?

They found David's passport in the pocket of the deceased. His burial was based on the passport.

You can criticize me for cynicism again, but in my opinion it all makes sense.

David had an opportunity and he took it.

Planted his passport on a foreigner and fled with the engraving.

I'm sorry, but what was the point?

What was the point?

What was waiting for him back home? A pitiful salary?

The trinity of ex-wives?

A bunch of unacknowledged children and Yelena?

It's because of Yelena Mikhaylovna that I don't believe David stole the rare object.

According to her, they were in love.

True love, the kind that happens once in a lifetime. Do you understand?

No, David is alive. It's him who is sending her chrysanthemums.

Do you think he's an idiot?

It's just that everyone got kind of sick of all her stories about Dado.

And someone decided to play a prank on her.

What if he did love her?

And now he's dying or something and this is how he decided to say goodbye.

Well, to leave a good memory?

If he did love her, then maybe.

If he'd loved her, he wouldn't have bailed.

I understand that my theory is not as romantic as yours.

But love, it can be one-sided. You're an adult, you should know that.

He's just a lady's man.

You know what, Anastasia Vladimirovna, even ladies' men fall in love.

Friends, let's discuss the more pressing problem.

Whose bones are in our anatomy room?

Gut. Ich bekommes. Danke.

Anyway.

The same days when this Russian died, as the police call him,

an Argentine citizen, one Gvido Artego, went missing.

He had a connecting flight from Buenos Aires to the homeland of his ancestors, Moscow.

How did they find this information so quickly?

The Germans work fast. Though we used to be even faster.

Long time ago.

Don't disregard new staff members!

Artego Gvido Esteban Manuel Gonzalez.

A corporate lawyer, was considered for enlistment

in nineteen eighty-four.

Didn't pass because of personal, moral and physical qualities,

propensity for recklessness and ischemic heart disease.

How did you?..

You know, I keep track of all your cases.

It's more exciting than solving crossword puzzles anyway...

So I decided to check this Yegorov guy.

He's ours after all.

In the mid-eighties Yegorov worked in Argentina, in the Soviet Embassy.

He met Gvido Artego there and tried to recruit him.

When the expert group of the Ministry of Culture

was working in Germany, Gvido was in Dusseldorf too.

And then he vanished.

Interesting coincidence.

I don't believe it's a coincidence either.

Actually, I have a lot of questions to Yegorov, but I can't

ask them, because I can't get through to him.

Wait, what about the Artego family?

After Gvido disappeared, his family looked for him for a long time, but to no avail.

The German police gave me their contacts.

I have news.

Listen, remember the request we posted, that online auction?

There are lots of different offers.

Most are scammers, obviously, but one of them posted a picture of the engraving.

German. Gunter Blass. Says he can come anytime.

Arrange our meeting.

Why did you choose me as a bait?

I'm not in good shape today. Woke me up so early.

You're our main polyglot. You speak good German.

Well, and you don't look like a policeman.

Uh-huh. That's what they call "too smart for your own good".

As soon as the German shows the engraving, we take him.

Good afternoon. Welcome to our country.

Kirill Lemke?

That's me. Pleased to meet you.

Did you bring the money?

Please.

I'm a collector, not a fraud. The money is in the next room.

But first, let me take a peek at this rarity.

I spent half of my life looking for it.

For your money, anything.

Hello!

What's going on? I'm German!

I understand.

Where did you get this engraving?

Says it has been hanging at his apartment as long as he remembers.

So it was just hanging there.

He didn't even know it was of any value.

How did it end up in your apartment?

He says his great-grandfather served on the Eastern front, fought against us.

Stole it somewhere, brought it home and hung it on the wall, and our guy here

is leading a peaceful life, he sells sausages and doesn't know much about art.

And his girlfriend Hilda is studying at the university,

she saw the announcement on the Internet and told him about it.

Can you imagine, I lost three thousand rubles playing with Otar,

and he turned out to be Georgia's billiard champion.

- Hi. - Hi.

You're a gambler, Kirill.

And I gave the order to find Vyazov and Yegorov and bring them here for questioning.

In an hour or so we'll put a decisive end to all this.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Did you consider all the details?

Aren't there too many pecularities about this case?

Blass has the real engraving. There's no doubt about this.

And what was exported from Germany in nineteen ninety was a counterfeit. That's for sure.

Uh-huh. And Vyazov confirmed its authenticity?

Yes. Gabelaya was financially responsible for it.

But Yegorov, who knew Artego, was responsible for its safety.

Artego lived in Germany back then.

I think they made a counterfeit and sold it to themselves.

This is classics.

A popular scam known as "The Royal Note".

They fabricated correspondence, made a fake,

bought it from themselves with the state money.

Then Artego stroked out.

This is some kind of black comedy.

Four crooks go through customs.

One of them dies, another swaps their passports

and bails with a masterpiece he thinks is genuine.

But he knows perfectly well that Vyazov and Yegorov

will immediately guess that the dead man is not him but Artego.

Now you just proved that David knew about the fake.

He realized he was being set up and didn't want to put up with that.

By the way...

David knew a little Spanish, his wife taught him.

But the scammers didn't know that.

As for Artego's natural death.

Think about it, he has fifty thousand in cash. The scam money.

I'm sure he was going to bring Vyazov and Yegorov their share,

but Gabelaya must've been faster.

So you're saying that Gabelaya killed Artego.

Yeah. But how?

Poison or some other substance that's contraindicated in myocardial infarction.

That's right. And the fake is a direct compromising evidence against Yegorov and Vyazov.

They had no choice but to identify Artego as David.

This is not science fiction, it doesn't explain one simple fact.

Who sends flowers and money to Yelena after a quarter of a century, and why.

If David is such a calculating and cynical scumbag, what's with these sentimental tricks?

Oh, sorry...

Yes, Artur.

We can't get through to Vyazov or Yegorov.

I see. Thanks.

OK. They can't find our guys.

I think we should go ahead and pay them a visit.

He's been dead for over 24 hours.

His neck was twisted at almost one hundred and eighty degrees.

We need to find Vyazov asap.

How is it going?

Well, the cause of death is obvious, the rupture of the spinal cord.

But before his death, Yegorov resisted.

His knuckles are sore.

There are a lot of bruises on his body.

They can't find Vyazov anywhere.

He's not in his apartment and, apparently, he hasn't been there for more than one day.

- Do you think they got him too? - I don't know.

But perhaps he learned about this whole Blass operation,

thought their old scam had been disclosed, got rid of his accomplice and disappeared.

Vyazov couldn't have killed Yegorov. He is a typical nerd.

And Yegorov is a former KGB man.

Despite his age, he was in great shape.

Judging by the injuries, he fought back.

He hit with his hands and feet.

But the opponent was quicker.

And if Vyazov got in such a fight...

Well... He would be mincemeat.

We need to ask Oksa to create the model of the fight.

She's already working on it.

What if Vyazov is in hiding?

You know, I think someone very cruel and skillful decided to get rid of them both.

Vyazov has been hanging around Yelena a lot recently.

Maybe he's there?

Yelena Mikhaylovna? Hello...

Do you happen to know where Oleg Vyazov is?

With you? Tell him not to go anywhere, I'll be there soon.

Thank you. Take care.

Poor Alyosha.

Six months ago, you and Yegorov started

sending Yelena Mikhaylovna chrysanthemums and money.

We found out that the money came from your account.

What?

You tried to assure the investigative authorities that Gabelaya was alive

and that it was him who stole this Chinese engraving in nineteen ninety.

And that he disappeared after faking his own death.

Why do you need all this?

Miss. I don't know anything.

Either you start to cooperate with us and tell us

everything, or you continue to keep silent.

If you choose the second option, we'll let you go, of course. We have no proof.

But look at this picture.

Yegorov was a fairly strong man.

But judging by this reconstruction, he managed to hold out for about thirty seconds.

Do you think you can beat his record?

I doubt that the man Gabelaya sent to solve the matter will

return to the customer having completed only half of the job.

No, no, no, miss, no records.

Cooperate.

I'll tell you everything I know.

An honest confession. I'm asking you to believe me.

About half a year ago we were watching a football match,

and there were close ups of the VIP box.

Suddenly we see a familiar face.

Alexey says, he looks so much like our David.

Only this one is wearing golden rings, a gorgeous

suit and, well, his face is a little fatter.

And then the Georgians score a goal.

Then this musclehead rises to his full height in that VIP box,

takes out a golden cross this big and kisses it.

We recognized the cross at once. Gabelaya didn't change much either.

His face got a little fatter, that's it.

And that's when you devised your revenge plan.

I didn't devise anything, miss.

It was all Yegorov's idea.

With the help of his former colleagues he found out

that Gabelaya went by the name Louis Kobanos.

A solid man, the owner of a casino chain.

Moreover, he was engaged in political activity and was aiming for parliament.

So Yegorov thought it would be very unpleasant for him to learn that

Interpol was interested in him, that he was being accused of stealing a masterpiece and killing Artego.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Stay with Yelena, please.

Kirill! Kirill!

The gun is legal. A gift from Sir Andropov himself.

Kirill! Kirill!

Anastasia Vladimirovna, Raul would like to take his father's body today.

He's all set.

I don't see any obstacles for that.

I'm sorry about what happened to your father.

He's thanking us for everything and asking for one more favor.

Sure.

Anyway, he'd like to meet the woman who's been looking after his father's grave.

Good idea.

At least one good deed is done.

Though I feel sorry for Yelena. She really hoped to see her Dado.

I think she'll be OK. And Kirill.

Yes.

Can I ask you something?

Promise me that when you're old, you won't chase the ghosts of your past, like Yelena.

Romance is good, of course. But sometimes you need to see things the way they are.

I promise.

Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

Who's playing pool with me?

Porque no? Why not?

I'm breaking.

Kirill.

No. No.