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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.