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I'm in. Anyone there?

I see.

There's a body in the bathtub.

What is this?

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

Hello everyone.

Hi.

We have a new case.

Andrey Loginov, perfumer, found dead in his bathroom.

Died of heroin overdose.

They found a syringe with his fingerprints on it by the bathtub.

OK. These are pictures of him.

He also wrote a suicide note on the mirror.

Well, this is French.

Well, Nadine is a name. And this is a line from Baudelaire, I think.

I don't remember how it goes.

Right. These lines are from Baudelaire.

It translates as "when both eyes are closed".

So the perfumer writes a line from Baudelaire on his bathroom mirror before he dies.

Did he write this?

Well, the graphologists said it's his handwriting.

So if this is suicide, why did they ask for our help?

Because they suspect it's not suicide.

There were no hard drives on his computer.

All fingerprints were carefully wiped away.

What does his family say?

This is our number two problem.

The things is, he has no relatives and apparently no friends.

The body had been in the apartment for several days and no one had reported him missing.

I also found out that Andrey Loginov was brought up in an orphanage.

So he had no relatives.

I'll ask his colleagues, maybe they know something.

About Nadine.

If you google it with the word "perfume", French perfume Nadine shows up.

Brand new, produced by a famous perfume company.

The creator of the fragrance is some frenchman.

Fine.

I'll try to check it at his work after Dr.Lemke confirms the overdose.

Here, look.

These are the pictures of the deceased's feet. Do you see this post-op scar?

This is done with the Ilizarov compression-distraction apparatus.

They put spokes in here, then rings, then rods and screws.

The screws roll and the rods slowly pull out the bones.

This is for the injuries when they remove a part of the bone, right?

Yes, but in this case there were no injuries, it was the patient's wish to have the surgery.

His height had been 162 centimeters, after the surgery it was 172.

What do you say, Doc?

Clearly an unusual type.

A confirmed individualist avoiding social interactions.

I believe he had a padanoid accentuation.

And probably fixed ideas.

So he was paranoid?

To be more precise, he was a man with a very strong willpower.

Men like him are almost impossible to break,

so I don't believe it was suicide.

Then what does this writing on the wall mean?

I don't know yet.

He had a strong sense of beauty and, probably,

this poetic utterance had some special meaning for him.

Kirill, when did the murder occur?

Right. Murder. Five days ago.

Overdose confirmed. No injuries, just an injection mark.

So there was no struggle.

Nadezhda, could you tell me for how long you had been watering the flowers?

While he was in the hospital. A month and a half.

Then he came back with all this metal, he was wearing it for a long time.

Then he became taller.

Nadezhda, could you tell me if someone else came here?

No one came, until this girl showed up.

What girl?

I looked through the peephole.

She was standing facing away, talking on the phone and smoking.

Normal women don't wear such kind of dresses.

What do you mean by "such"?

A prostitute, in a word. Probably got her eyes set on his apartment.

A week ago, around the fifth or sixth, did you hear

any strange sounds coming out of here?

No.

The walls are thick here, the house is old, and yesterday I smelled this.

Nadezhda, thank you so much. You've been of great help to us.

Let us know if you remember anything else, okay?

- Well, okay. - Thanks.

Uh-huh.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What happened to the smell of decomposition which she sensed when she called the police?

There's a powerful hood in every room here.

If he worked at home, he needed to get rid of foreign smells.

So if there's a hood, why did the neighbors smell that?

Exactly because the hood sucks the smells out of the apartment

and they spread through ventilation in the neighbors' apartment.

The flow is too strong for the duct. There's a fan here, but not at the neighbors'.

So it's all going there.

I don't know, I think it smells really good right now.

This is osmanthus and tuberose.

There's also hibiscus and stephanotis in the kitchen.

All of them are used in perfumes.

And this is radermachera, my friends.

It's not well, you see? It's very sensitive to cigarette smoke...

Recently someone had been smoking a lot near it.

Probably the girl the neighbor was talking about.

That china set caught my eye. Or, rather, the teapot.

It was once broken into small pieces but Loginov, apparently,

being a pedantic and tidy person, carefully repaired it.

There's nothing superfluous. Look, the lab is in perfect order.

Some books on the shelf are upside down, not upright.

How could a pedant allow this? I don't know.

There's a jar of sprouted soy and defatted yoghurts in the fridge.

Most likely, a smoking woman had lived here for a long time.

How about that! This is much better than yoghurt. Look.

A long blonde hair.

Ed, give me a hand.

Alright.

Did you see the writing in the bathroom?

Of course we did.

Judging by the position of the body, Loginov looked in this direction before he died.

Bingo. I found his laptop.

Look, the keyboard is really worn out, it had been used a lot.

I can say that he was last online five days ago.

Five days? It's consistent with what Dr.Lemke says.

Shurik, what about the fingerprints?

They were wiped off the lab bench as well.

Someone wiped all the surfaces in the apartment, and did it expertly.

Put a lot of time and effort into this.

Fedya! Our mum, yours and mine, is coming today.

Yay!

She must've missed us a lot, so let's arrange something special for her.

OK. What are we going to do?

Clean the kitchen, make chicken, light a few sparklers.

I don't know. Do we have to clean up the kitchen?

We do, other rooms too.

But it's a whole day's work.

Fedya, it will please mum, so it's up to you.

Maybe we shouldn't arrange anything?

Mum has been on business trips before and we didn't do anything like that.

Fedya!

OK, I gotta go.

This fragrance was created by Andrey, it's called June.

Can you smell the top notes of cyclamen in combination with neroli absolute?

Wonderful, isn't it?

Uh-huh.

He was a genius.

Is the Nadine fragrance his as well?

No, Nadine is a French perfume.

Did Loginov make a lot of money?

Yes, more than the others.

Besides, he had private clients who asked him to compose individual

fragrances for a fair amount of money, and he... turned down every other proposal.

Why?

Well, because he worked with customers individually,

created fragrances for particular people.

He couldn't work with a person if he didn't like them.

Once, however, I insisted that he completed one of the private commissions.

Andrey then added a scent of burnt rubber.

Yeah. It was a long time ago. I soon realized I'd have to consider his taste.

Why did he quit?

Well, no one knows that. One friday he just handed in his resignation letter.

Do you smell Moroccan jasmine?

Do any of his colleagues know why he quit?

I don't think so.

Andrey hardly ever talked to anyone, and people,

people always saw him as a crazy genius.

You seem to like this perfume.

It's a sample. You can have it.

Thank you.

I checked the call history on Andrey's mobile, he barely called anyone.

Not even from the hospital.

But in the last two months number 8-10-33 appeared. It's France.

Find out whose number it is. Ed, what about the drugs?

This is interesting...

There's heroin in the syringe, that's true.

But when Kirill confirmed that Loginov died of an overdose,

I began to check for how long Loginov had been using drugs.

His hair and nails turned out to be absolutely clean.

He wasn't a drug addict.

OK, that's weird.

Judging by the condition of the stitches, there was rather intense inflammation.

Andrey probably suffered severe pain and needed painkillers.

Maybe he took too big a dose because of the pain?

Impossible. He couldn't have made such a mistake because he's a perfumer and a pedant.

Maybe he was prescribed those drugs?

And he was selling them. We need to talk to his physician.

This is a medical issue, I'll do the talking.

Yes, I prescribed him morphine and promedol.

Lighter drugs didn't help him. It's all in his medical records.

But why didn't you just slow down the surgery? Why such a rush?

We're both doctors. Don't you get it?

A patient brings a lot of money, pays for a separate box.

He's nervous, he's insistent!

Pain is a subjective concept, and I had

carefully observed his objective position.

Well, my patients hardly ever pay me.

On the other hand, they are never in a rush.

Did Loginov explain why he needed the surgery?

No. I suppose he just wanted to increase his height.

He started to walk as soon as he was allowed. A motivated patient.

Were there any visitors?

No. He was very reserved.

Didn't talk to the patients or the staff.

Well, I saw his bones. Good job.

Thanks.

Hello, Nastya? Well, what can I say, Loginov was prescribed opiates.

As for the dosage, I think this doctor could've

prescribed as much as Loginov asked him to.

I see. I wonder what he did with them.

I don't know, maybe he sold them.

I doubt he needed money.

Oksa determined Andrey's latest mobile contact, it's someone from

that French company which produced the Nadine perfume.

I already asked them to meet us.

I see. OK, bye.

How did you meet Andrey Loginov?

He find us. We could see he is a great perfumer.

Did he sell you the Nadine fragrance?

Yes.

Pardon. He promised one more, said it was more good.

This is what you talked about a month ago?

He did the rendezvous, then disappeared.

That didn't surprise you?

Your country is much surprising.

I thought he sell to another company.

Why wasn't Nadine registered as Loginov's perfume?

Monsieur Sorel is a famous perfumer.

But, unfortunately, he don't create good perfume a long time.

And Andre make great perfume, but he's not known in France. This is compromis.

Were you going to credit someone else with Loginov's new perfume as well?

He didn't mind.

I invited Andre to the world congress des Parfumeurs à Cannes.

For a perfumer it's like, it's like Cannes film festival for a director.

He refused.

How did he explain that?

He say he don't want to be distracted from his work.

I see.

The criminal could be interested in Loginov's perfume recipe.

It cost a fortune.

The girl who lived with Andrey was using drugs.

We found heroin in her hair.

Unlike Loginov's.

Yes, I also found a lot of dye in the hair. I counted seven colors.

From black to the lightest shade of blonde, including ginger and brown.

The girl loved changing her style.

I'm sorry, do you have a new perfume?

What is it, you changed your style as well?

Ah...

This is a fragrance by Loginov. Investigative experiment.

They gave it to me at Streams.

Wait. It's so much like... It's "June"!

Remember there was this commercial, "June"? Hold on.

- "June"? - Hold on.

"June". "June".

- Aah, "June"! - Here, here. Look.

"June"! Of course, I remember. "June".

This is my favorite commercial. I rehearsed the dance for a month.

The exact moves. I learned for a month. Look.

No, dude, this isn't right.

Lok at her. Like this, she turns around like this, gracefully.

Just look at me!

The style of advertising is close to Baudelaire's poetry, don't you think?

I see unfolding before me happy shores

That dazzle with the fires from a monotone sun.

A lazy island where nature bestows

Singular trees and luscious fruits...

When did he create this perfume?

About a year ago, just before he left.

Do you know what we missed? A very simple thing.

A sudden lifestyle change can be caused by a woman.

What if our perfumer fell in love?

Maybe.

Models change their style and hair color very often.

Let's look for a woman.

Yes, I know her.

This is Liudmila Kovalevskaya. She was the face of June.

By the way, this perfume really suits you.

Thank you.

Did Andrey know her?

Of course. He chose her.

By himself?

That was his demand.

He picked a girl for a particular fragrance.

What happened to her afterwards?

Well, let's just say, she became a star in every sense of the word.

I'm not following.

To be honest, I don't know for sure.

There was some scandal on the set of "Verrocchio".

No one saw her for a while after that.

Was Loginov attracted to her?

You know, I always thought that Loginov wasn't attracted to women.

Or men, for that matter.

In medieval Italy, catholic monks

were always considered the best perfumers.

Loginov was like one of those monks.

Right. But I'll check anyway.

What's the name, you said? Ve...

Verrocchio.

Verrocchio.

Thanks.

Well, mum has finished a business game and now she's on her way to us.

An adult woman, still playing games.

Hello.

How are you? When are you leaving?

Wait. Weren't you supposed to finish today?

Well, yes, today, but I'm in St.Petersburg.

I haven't been here for ages, and now I have a whole weekend.

I want to go to the Hermitage, take a walk along Nevsky.

Come on, Fedya and I are making a special dinner.

We came up with so much stuff.

What shall we do? Well, celebrate something else.

Today is the day of Slavic writing and culture, for instance...

Kirill, come on, you should be happy that I have an opportunity to relax.

I'm really tired.

Fine. Okay.

Bye. I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Come one, dad, more for us.

Well, fine.

Eight-fifteen one, take eighty-eight.

Enough makeup for her, go away already.

It was horrible.

First of all, she didn't understand what she was supposed to do, second, she was high.

Third, her dude is a criminal.

Once he barged in here, told us to pay her more.

You know, in fact, she simply had a bad manager.

When I came to Moscow...

From Karaganda.

I came across one jerk too.

That's the business.

So he was her manager?

Do you still have her phone number?

Kovalevskaya's or the jerk's?

The jerk's.

Here's that jerk's phone number.

Thanks.

She left her top here. You want it?

Come on, come on, keep working.

I think I do.

Morning, Doc! Well? How's it going?

How's it going. I found something. Look.

See?

There are small intradermal hemorrhages on his wrists.

He was handcuffed.

So someone tied him up and injected him with heroin?

Not really, I examined his skin from head to toe.

No bruises, no scratches, nothing.

Why tie him up?

I mean, why put handcuffs on a person who doesn't resist anyway?

Much of a muchness.

Not really.

Handcuffs aren't enough because he's not in a dungeon,

he's in an apartment building, he could've screamed.

Anyway, if his hands are tied, how did he even write?

You can write in handcuffs.

But it won't be so beautiful.

It can be. Look, I can prove.

Let's re-enact the crime.

- OK, don't... - Wait, hold on.

Here you go.

Let's tie your hands and give you a marker.

Alright.

Hold out your hands.

Oops.

Tighter, tighter.

Hold it.

Now write the name of your beloved. Who is it you dream about? Pamela or Rihanna?

Yeah, I'll rather write Eduard.

Okay.

Well.

See, it's crooked.

Everything I do is crooked.

By the way, this is my normal handwriting, mind you.

Now, let's say, I'm the criminal, I'm standing here and I see what Shurik is doing.

I can easily take the marker from him.

Therefore, the criminal didn't see Andrey writing, simply

because Andrey was locked up.

Not tied up, not tortured, simply locked up.

No, you definitely shouldn't do that.

I know what Ed is thinking.

He wants to lock me up right now with my hands tied up, with the dead, in the dark.

I will resist, mind you.

That's it.

Anyway, let's get back to what I said earlier.

Handcuffs are meaningless in a building where a person can scream.

Nastya.

Here's Loginov's account statement.

There are mostly small purchases, apartment payment documents.

Here's a huge cash receipt. Must be his fee.

Here's the bill for the surgery.

And in the end the whole amount is cashed out, to the last penny.

A big purchase?

I don't think so. Looks like he bought someone off.

Makes sense.

Secondly, the phone number of the guy who kicked up

a fuss belongs to one Mikhail Ostapenko.

He bought the SIM card six months ago in Moscow.

Rarely called from this number, didn't call Loginov at all.

But he called the perfume company Angelica.

The day before Loginov died.

- Interesting? - Very.

I think he's the one we need.

Thank you, Oksa. I'll try to reach Angelica.

Guys, the data from our colleagues came.

So our main suspects are Mikhail Ostapenko, a native of Voronezh.

He was convicted of robbery and theft and even served time.

Our second suspect is Liudmila Kovalchuk, also a native of Voronezh.

She and Ostapenko lived in the neighboring streets, perhaps they knew each other for a long time.

Then Liudmila Kovalchuk decided to become a model,

changed her last name to Liudmila Kovalevskaya.

Ostapenko followed her to Moscow.

No one knows where they are now.

I also found out that Ostapenko actually called

the perfume firm and talked to the manager.

Here's the call history printout.

The firm where Loginov worked?

No. He called Angelica, and Loginov worked at Streams.

Yes, and now we know for sure that Liudmila came to Loginov's apartment.

The hair found on the chair in Loginov's apartment and the

hair found on Liudmila's clothes grew on the same head.

Well, now it's clear why he lengthened his legs.

He met a girl while shooting a commercial for his fragrance.

Fell in love and decided to go through this strange surgery in order to win her heart.

He lengthened his legs and she fell for him.

Well, it's not about the legs.

Yes, heroin was found in Liudmila's hair but there were no drugs in Loginov's.

Loginov could buy drugs from his doctor, and Liudmila was a drug addict.

He was giving her what she needed.

That's how he got her attention.

Loginov could've been giving Liudmila drugs out of pity.

He loved her, and withdrawal is pain, intolerable, excruciating pain.

Besides, the drugs bought from a doctor are much cleaner than those purchased on the street.

I see. Do doctors prescribe heroin?

No, it's just that medical morphine is very easy to turn into heroin.

All the things necessary for morphine acetylation

should be in Loginov's perfume laboratory.

There's a vacuum distillery on the lab bench.

I bet he cleaned up the lab bench, but not the flask.

There has to be something left there.

Let me get this straight.

All three of you know how to make drugs?

We're just very good at chemistry.

Ed and Shurik, check this device.

Fine, fine. Though there's another thing that bothers me.

Kirill said there were no injuries on the victim's body.

But at the same time, Loginov's hands were handcuffed.

So I'm thinking, how did the killer inject him so that he didn't resist?

Maybe Kovalevskaya did it, in a friendly manner?

Yeah, and put the cuffs on him during an erotic game.

I just don't understand why a drug addict would kill the person who's giving them drugs.

I'm sure Ostapenko is involved somehow.

There has to be a reason why he called the perfume firm and talked to the manager.

Besides, Loginov's hard drive disappeared.

I'm sure the recipe of that fragrance was on the hard drive.

So maybe he robbed him first and then killed him?

So that Loginov couldn't identify him.

No. There were no signs of violence.

He's writing poetry while getting killed.

No, no, that's strange.

What if he did it all after he had been given an injection.

Heroin worked, and he began to write everything that came from his subconscious on the wall?

So they injected him with heroin, left him alone, and in this case

the overdose started, right?

There's another theory.

Loginov had been locked up for a long time, he knew that he would be killed,

thought about something important and left a writing on the wall to that effect.

No. Why didn't the killer try to do anything with it?

Their name could be encrypted there.

They probably knew the meaning of these words and

knew there was nothing dangerous in them.

Which means the killer knew Andrey very well.

It's most likely Liudmila Kovalevskaya.

In any case, it's a message for someone. But for whom?

The killer? I doubt it. This message was most likely addressed to someone who would appear later.

Maybe it was like this - Ostapenko kills, sees the

writing, guesses that it's a love

letter for Liudmila and doesn't wipe it off,

using it to his advantage.

He's trying to fake a suicide.

Here you go, the suicide note.

Anyway, we can't be sure Andrey was killed by Ostapenko.

First I need to talk to the manager of the perfume firm he called.

Then we'll draw conclusions.

Yes, I remember Ostapenko. He sold me a fragrance.

Sold?

Yes. And I think it was a good bargain.

He came to the office, brought the perfume, suggested we become partners.

The perfume was excellent, and I immediately realized it wasn't his.

He didn't know anything about hygiene, let alone perfume.

I asked him directly about the creator of the fragrance.

He said it was "a friend". An amateur chemist.

He owed him money and paid with the perfume.

I took a sample, showed it to my wife.

Yes, she really liked it.

So I called Misha and said I would buy it for three thousand dollars.

He wanted ten, but we agreed on five.

I took the formula and now we're launching the line.

Did he mention any names?

No. No.

Do you know Andrey Loginov?

A perfumer from Streams. You know, not personally.

Did you know that it was Loginov who created this perfume?

Loginov.

So I got really lucky.

But I didn't know that when I purchased it.

So I'm a conscientious acquirer. Well, that's good.

Did Ostapenko leave you any contacts or say where he would stay?

No.

He was late for the meeting.

Misha called me and said there were traffic jams on the Kashirskoye highway.

Thanks.

Acetic acid. Yours?

Ammonium salt.

He was making heroin.

I knew it. I'll go tell Zorina.

Wait. I'll do it.

Start examining the fluid from Loginov's lungs.

Sure.

Well. There's no tap water in the lungs.

Only various physiological fluids.

So Ostapenko didn't torture Loginov.

Okay, I have a theory.

What did Loginov love more than anything? Liudmila.

For her he could give up both the perfume recipe and the sample

because he was afraid for her safety or afraid to lose her.

And Liudmila could've been not just Ostapenko's accomplice but also his victim.

We need to find them.

I did.

What?

I found Ostapenko.

The SIM card Mikhail used to call the manager of Angelica was bought

at the intersection of Kashirskoye Highway and Moscow Ring Road.

He just turned on the phone and I picked up the signal.

Shurik, go there, now. I'll go to Lobanov and ask for a task force.

- Who is it? - Quiet.

Hello, Anastasia Zorina, the investigative committee.

Does Liudmila Kovalevskaya or Mikhail Ostapenko live here?

Don't answer! They came to arrest us, not to have a chat.

They think it was us.

Open the door or we'll have to break the lock.

Where are you going?

Piss off!

The object is on the balcony.

Break the lock.

Freeze!

Liudmila, I'm sorry for your loss.

Mikhail Ostapenko was your friend?

No, he was my manager.

How did you meet the perfumer Andrey Loginov?

I was in his fragrance commercial.

And why did he decide to increase his height? He wanted you to like him?

Well, he was very insecure about his height.

Did Andrey Loginov and Mikhail Ostapenko know each other?

I didn't want them to meet, but this jerk barged into our apartment

and started to tell Andriusha how to sell his perfume.

Then he saw him when I wasn't there.

Well...

A few days later... I told you what happened.

Did you see Andrey Loginov's suicide note?

Ostapenko took a picture, but it was somewhat blurry.

I could only make out the word "Nadine".

That's how Andriusha called me.

He wanted to tell me something.

But that jerk refused to go back to his apartment, didn't want to get caught.

Here. Take a look.

These are the pictures of Andrey's message.

Do you know what it says?

Two eyes are closed.

That's his goodbye.

Liudmila, I'm afraid I'll have to keep you under arrest for a little longer.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll leave you for a couple of minutes.

What do you say, Doc?

She didn't love Loginov.

Did you notice how excitedly she was talking about Ostapenko and how indifferently about Loginov?

Good.

And her words about his insecurity...

She only felt contempt for Loginov.

Nothing else.

I see. I'll check her alibi.

Well?

Kovalevskaya's alibi is confirmed. On the sixth she was at the casting all day.

Dr.Rotkin believes that she didn't love Loginov,

but she could've been in cahoots with Ostapenko.

Yeah.

Which we'll never know for sure because Ostapenko is dead.

By the way, the hard drive from Kovalevskaya and Ostapenko's

apartment is actually from Andrey's computer.

But it's empty, and it was formatted on the fifth, the day before Loginov's death.

I studied the heroin from the syringe found next to Loginov.

It has a large number of ethereal compounds.

So the drug was produced on the same sublimation

apparatus that Loginov used for making perfume.

He was killed with his own heroin.

But what if Loginov killed himself?

If Ostapenko and Kovalevskaya were accomplices...

He finds out, can't handle the betrayal, and...

But since he loved Liudmila, he cleaned up the apartment so that no one suspected her.

So you think that Andrey Loginov injected himself

with the heroin he made for Liudmila.

Exactly.

But before that he threw away everything that pointed to Liudmila.

A successful perfumer kills himself because of a drug addict who betrayed him.

Then he carefully tries to divert all suspicions from her.

Pure science fiction.

What do we know about them?

He loved her, that's what's important.

So you think it's better to hang yourself than to live without love?

If you love someone, you forgive them for the pain they caused you, because you love them.

Well said.

My friends, unfortunately, suicide because of unrequited love is quite a common thing.

There's certain statistics on this.

Psychologists call it terminal behavior.

A person knows that they'll die, they pay their debts,

give out their things, say goodbye to their friends.

Didn't he talk to anyone before he died?

Apart from Kovalevskaya, I didn't find anyone he socialized with.

He grew up in an orphanage, and I believe he didn't have any relatives either.

What about the Moscow orphanage?

Yes. MOMS.

What did you say? MO...

MOMS.

Mytishchi orphanage, music school.

Yes, by the way, when I was checking Loginov's search requests,

there was a lot of music, mostly Chopin sheet music.

Also, do you remember, his neighbor mentioned a piano in his apartment?

Uh-huh.

Arkadiy, pay a visit to this orphanage.

Well, the movers set the piano, and when Loginov was about to leave,

Pietka sat down at the piano and started to play.

Some second-year music piece.

Loginov listened and said he had talent.

Said he needed a teacher. So he started to come and teach him.

Uh-huh.

How often did he teach him?

Well, twice a month, he couldn't do it more often.

He liked it, so did Pietka.

I even asked him if he wanted to start a family and adopt Pietka.

What did he say?

He said no. Well, this is a very personal matter.

Can I talk to Pietya?

Of course.

Thank you.

Hello, Pietya.

Hello.

You're good. Who's teaching you?

Viktoria Ivanovna. And Andrey.

Andrey. Do you remember when you had your last lesson with him?

On Saturday. But he won't come again.

Why?

He left. For Madagascar.

Where?

Madagascar. To look for a special flower.

What kind of special flower?

The flower with the best smell.

If you make perfume from it, all people will love those who wash themselves with it.

Wow.

How long will he stay there? Did he tell you?

I don't know. Twenty, thirty years.

There are no phones there.

When did he tell you that? On Saturday?

No. On Tuesday.

He called Krapivin, and Krapivin passed me the phone.

Uh-huh.

Thank you, Pietya. Sorry for bothering you. Keep going.

Loginov called Pietya's friend, not from his number.

He obviously covered his tracks so that the police couldn't find Pietya.

He didn't want the boy to know about his death.

This is suicide, my friends.

In this case, we'll have to let Liudmila go.

Too bad we never found out what role she played in all this.

Listen.

When we thought Andrey was killed, we didn't understand the meaning of the words on the mirror.

And we justly wondered why the victim was writing poetry before he died.

And why the killer didn't destroy it.

But if this is suicide, everything falls into place.

We have a classic suicide note.

But what did he mean by that?

What if this is some kind of code?

Listen!

I finally get it. This is a code and a password.

Right.

I found it.

Look.

This is a video from the email box "nadine at mail dot ru".

By the way, the line from Baudelaire was the password.

I guess Loginov got this e-mail box for convenience,

to sort out correspondence on various projects.

Alright, a few letters from Liudmila.

Mostly order confirmations from online stores.

So apparently he didn't need the box and he gave it to Liudmila.

Anyway, in the past few weeks he uploaded videos with Liudmila.

And it was his farewell message.

Well. Turns out, he really loved her.

Careless Liudmila could've forgotten the password.

And Loginov left a reminder for her on the mirror.

Well, yes, that's his style.

I wonder if she saw these videos.

During the interrogation, she believed we were sure Andrey Loginov was killed.

And tried to emphasize her innocence in every way possible.

Although she did have an alibi.

Well, what if she saw this video?

She would've deleted it and changed the password.

She didn't.

Which means... Which means I know how to close this case.

Did you check everything? Can you let me go now?

Why should I let a murderer go?

What?

We realized that the message Loginov left

on the mirror is his mailbox password.

There's a very interesting letter in that mailbox, where Loginov

described in great detail how you and Ostapenko blackmailed and tortured him.

Besides, there was another interesting piece of information.

Loginov wrote that he gave you a new fragrance recipe.

It also says to whom and for how much you sold this recipe.

No. No. Why would I need all this?

Loginov gave me drugs voluntarily. And he gave me presents.

And there's even more interesting information.

Loginov described everything that happened on the day of the murder.

After you injected him with heroin and left, he

managed to leave a message on the glass before he died.

His mailbox password.

And another thing. The doctor who sold Loginov morphine is now under arrest.

It makes no sense. No one actually threatened him.

He just took offense.

He took offense because he found out you were going to kill him.

No!

I mean, it's true that we wanted to get money from Loginov.

Yes, we tricked him, but we didn't kill him.

Fine.

Then give me your version of events.

Loginov had a lot of money on his accounts.

He was in love with me.

Ostapenko found a way for Loginov to pay for pleasure.

Misha told him that a mob threatened to make me a slave, make me work for drugs.

If Loginov wants me to stay with him, he has to pay the debt.

Loginov gave Misha everything he had.

His new fragrance too, he said who to sell it and for how much.

I returned to live with Andrey.

Just before his suicide, it so happened that he overheard my conversation with

Ostapenko and realized that we had tricked him.

One day later Mikhail calls me and says that he came by Loginov's to talk about his debt

and found him in the bathtub with a syringe. There was also that weird writing on the wall.

Ostapenko thought that someone could notice him, so he left right away.

It all looked just like a "golden injection".

We were waiting for things to settle down.

What Loginov wrote about torture is lies.

The handcuff marks are the consequences of his passion for role-playing games.

He was obsessed.

Not bad, but a good lawyer will win this case in no time.

The victim and the only witness are dead, and the prosecution

will only have this piece of paper with a confession.

Liudmila will deny everything.

It's important for Zorina that the truth is written on at least one piece of paper.

Thank you, Liudmila. For an honest confession.

There was no letter though.

We knew that you're not a murderer, but you will still face trial for fraud.

And here's what Loginov actually left for you in his mail.

Well, that's it for today, I guess.

Nastya, wait.

I'm inviting you and Arcadiy for stuffed chicken.

Oh!

My wife is in St.Petersburg, and Fedya and I have a lot of food and energy.

If Arkady takes a guitar, we'll also sing a few songs.

Ed, Shurik and Oksa already said yes.

Well, then I'm in.

And you, Nastya?

Kirill, your opinion on relationships between a man

and a woman seemed unreasonably idealistic to me.

But you were right about this story after all.

So are we going?

- Huh? - Let's go.

Let's roll.