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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

A shop called "Goods from India". Never heard of it.

Well, it was a small shop.

Burned down fast. The owner died.

All kinds of Indian harem pants, saris, turbans.

There was a lot of smoke, he suffocated.

In any case, all experts say it was carbon monoxide poisoning.

Injuries, bruises, wounds?

There aren't any!

Well, everything is obvious.

What does it have to do with us?

This is a textbook case.

It is a textbook case! But it's not supposed to be.

I told you, the shop was small, but the owner couldn't get out during the fire.

Why?

Could've been anything...

Anything what?

I want to know everything about these anythings.

Do you think it was arson?

Well, the fire didn't break out on its own.

The body has already been transferred to you.

- But the experts say that... - I know.

But on the other hand, you also keep saying you have the best experts, right?

Well, now you get to check if it's true.

Any questions?

No.

The deceased loved to write complaint letters, wrote a whole box in half a year.

All of them addressed to us.

Because the neural connections in the brain weaken with age.

And a person doesn't think anymore, they just act according to a scheme.

Not according to a scheme, but based on a similar situation.

This is called experience, my friend, experience.

Experiences can be different. Bad, for example.

That's why they are so valuable!

And that's why any adult experienced lawyer suits us much better than Denis.

With his declarative knowledge.

Adult experienced lawyer?

You mean a bald, fat bore? Why would we need him?

To be honest, I don't understand why we even need a lawyer. Of any kind.

Adult, young...

To consolidate our system of investigations.

We need a young, ambitious guy, not your precious experience.

By the way, my precious experience tells me that it's

young ambitious guys who most often break any system.

Really? What about Politburo?

The biggest mistake the members of Politburo made was when

they agreed to employ a relatively young man.

Who is he talking about?

Hey, guys! Is anyone working here?

Do you think it's okay that you're just sitting here drinking coffee?

By the way, Oksa, you're working with the best scientists of the country.

Uh-huh.

Ah.

And start speaking in a proper, understandable manner.

That is, two handsome men are improving their muscle tone

by oral administration of trimethylxanthine.

By what are you improving your muscle tone?

By drinking coffee.

Ah... Right.

I'm a programmer by profession, boys, and an artist by vocation.

And the wisdom of an artist is in their heart. So...

Uh-huh.

Wanna check? Three questions.

Do we need an ambitious lawyer on our team?

A hint! Smart, young and handsome.

Yes, yes!

What's his name?

Denis! Am I right?

Attention, question number three!

Which relatively young man was hired by Politburo?

Hold on. What's Politburo?

Guys, enough! Enough, please!

The corpse has arrived! Aren't you guys curious?

No-no!..

Oh.

Tretyakov Anatoliy Mikhaylovich. 55 years old.

The owner of the burned shop.

"Goods from India". Сarbon monoxide poisoning during fire.

Shurik, go wash the test tubes.

Yes ma'am.

Ed! Bring my chair back to its place. To my office.

- Oksa! Run a check on Tretyakov. - Yes?

Alright, fine.

What am I supposed to look for?

I don't know yet.

But this man used to write complaint letters, a lot of them.

Then he died.

Okay. Well. "... Baytuganova, the owner of the cafe..."

You can start with that.

And then people took action and told him he couldn't charge his men.

Then he gave me all my money back. With interest!

Good times.

Tatyana Mikhaylovna...

Call me Tanya. We're almost the same age.

I remember once in 1994 I was flying back from Greece...

I went there for fur coats.

Tatyana Mikhaylovna. In 1994 I went to the first grade.

Well, you don't say.

It's just that you look really good.

Thank you.

What do you think about the fire at Tretyakov's?

It's a nightmare!

The whole street now stinks of his Ayurveda!

Sandalwood, eucalyptus - can't even breathe!

Anything specific?

I feel sorry about Mikhail.

Back in the 90s he was beaten, set up...

So he got angry. Started to write complaint letters against everyone.

Do you suspect anyone?

Who? He complained about me as well. More than once.

Such a bastard, may he rest in ash, I mean peace!

Do you think he was killed because of a complaint letter?

There are certain doubts about the circumstances of his death, based...

You know, I gotta run. I have a fitness class.

Yes, of course. Go ahead.

Do you have to run often?

Well, every day.

You know, I have an amazing coach! Gve me a call if you need anything.

Uh-huh. Anything what?

Well, anniversaries, weddings, corporate parties. I'll give you a discount. I can afford it.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Take care.

It wasn't her. She wants to live fully, trying to catch up.

Too hot-tempered, rash.

A woman like her could scratch up your face and then call an ambulance.

But killing or setting fires...

Not her psychological type.

His blood is 81% carboxyhemoglobin. The cause of death is clear.

Are they testing our professionalism?

Honestly, I didn't find anything suspicious at all.

What's there to find? Organic materials produce carbon monoxide when burning.

Lethal hypoxia occurs after prolonged inhalation.

The conclusion fully corresponds with the circumstances of his death.

Listen, maybe someone simply hit him in the head, he lost

consciousness and couldn't get out?

There are no signs of bruises, soft tissues have burned away.

No damage to the brain either.

And the fact that he lost consciousness can't be even established.

There's soot in his airways, burns of the oral mucosa, there are no

injuries or fractures, no gunshot wounds, no stabbing wounds.

Maybe Lobanov is wrong?

Nastya says that Lobanov sometimes determines

the truth without logical analysis.

He has good instincts.

Medicine is an exact science.

Yes. And from a medical point of view everything is clear with this body.

That's the thing, everything is clear.

Сome on, guys, on the count of three.

Come on... one-two-three.

Shazam.

Oh...

Oh! Back to primitive technology.

By the way, if you want to do a scan, you can switch on the

content analysis and thus save a lot of time.

Do you like the tactile sensations?

Then why?

Because content analysis is useful when you know what to look for.

And you don't, do you?

I sort out names and dates and switch on the analysis here.

Primitive technology was once considered advanced.

Where's Nastya, by the way?

Hello.

Hi. Are you looking for someone?

Nastya.

Nastya who?

Zorina. Are there another Nastyas?

You mean Anastasia Vladimirovna?

Yes. That's what I meant.

She's at an interrogation.

And after that?

And after that she's having a lunch break.

And then interrogation again.

And then body identification.

Well... okay. I'll come back later.

You can try.

I repeat: high level of carboxyhemoglobin in his blood.

That is, carbon monoxide poisoning with subsequent burns.

First he fainted, and then died of intoxication.

This is a typical situation. Nothing criminal about it.

The report mentions multiple fire sources.

But not a word about gasoline or something like that.

Naturally! Strong smell of aromatic oils could mask the smell of gasoline or something like that.

There were a lot of them there.

Yeah.

They say the whole street still smells.

Exactly! And what's the catch? These are essential oils.

So they burn damn well!

That's why there were multiple sources.

So it's impossible to determine whether it was arson or not.

Also there's no criminal damage to the body. What's left then?

Well, there has to be something. Lobanov must have a reason.

In total.

351 complaints in one year.

So he what, wrote them every day?

In series. Sometimes one, sometimes fifteen a day.

He usually complained about private individuals or household matters.

We won't make it until the New Year.

Maybe you should go and check the test results again?

Let's go.

There is one complaint letter that differs from others, it's

against a public employee, regarding extortion.

Supposedly for tax avoidance.

Well?

What?

What... The last name?

The last name: tax inspector Gornostayev A.V.

When?

Two days before his death, I think. Yes.

Which district is the revenue office?

South.

Well, of course. Thank you, dear Oksa, for the professionally performed work.

Oh please! You're welcome! Anytime. I'm always happy to help you.

Have you seen Nastya?

I have. She just left.

Maybe I can help? I'm helping everyone today.

Do you have the protocol of the initial inspection of the scene?

Nastya does. Did I help you?

You bet!

Well, shall I make a 3D flower? And give it to myself.

Let me tell you, cameral inspections of legal entities is a thankless job.

We only get a fixed salary, so the turnover is huge.

But Gornostayev is still working, I hope?

Gornostayev is still working. But he's on vacation.

Fishing at lake Baikal.

When is he coming back?

In a couple of weeks. By the time we submit quarterly reports.

He wanted to stay at his summer house for a couple of weeks, then go there.

To Baikal.

Where's his summer house?

Here in Kharlamovka, down the Eastern Road.

Dear representative of the investigative bodies,

you need to know you're wasting your time on our employee.

He has an excellent reputation.

Do inspectors accept... gifts for an excellent reputation?

Gifts? They do.

So do I.

Let me tell you a secret: so does Chief Inspector.

How often?

As often as they give them to us.

If a person comes with an open heart and brings a gift, why not take it?

Why be rude to them?

But it's a bribe.

No, Anastasia... Anastasia, right? A bribe is a criminal offense.

And gifts that don't cost more than five

times the minimum wage are allowed.

It's written in black and white in Article 575 of the Civil Code.

I need a picture of Gornostayev, his phone number and a list of

companies he's been working with in the last three months.

Kirill. You called me.

I did. Come in, please.

It stinks of eucalyptus here.

Do you prefer the authentic smell?

Here, look. You see? A chipped tooth.

Here, see? Someone dealt him a blow to the jaw right before his death.

Maybe he just hadn't seen a dentist for a while?

Just a second.

Here's a piece of the tooth.

I found it in the larynx. So the chip is fresh.

Tretyakov fell, lost consciousness, but reflexively swallowed his saliva.

The piece is sharp, so it got stuck in the larynx.

One blow?

Maybe more. But the traces on the facial tissues were destroyed by the fire.

So Lobanov was right.

Yes, he was. Treryakov wasn't alone in the shop.

Our experts were right too: when the fire started, Tretyakov was still alive.

But unconscious.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Just a little longer.

Denis, actually, I'm still working.

Five minutes. Deal.

Is that why you called, Kirill?

No. I just wanted to check what the protocol says about the chipped tooth.

But you don't anymore?

No. I already explained everything myself.

Are you going home?

Why, your five minutes are up?

Denis? Wow! You shouldn't have.

No offense. From the bottom of my heart. Don't you like them?

Yes, yes, of course I do, they're very beautiful!

I'm happy!

So what's the important matter?

Nastya, it's an extremely complicated matter.

Very hard. Very rare. The importance of this matter...

Denis.

Nastya. I'm inviting you to a cafe.

Right now. Let's just sit and chat.

Well, I don't know...

Are you going to say no after this bouquet?

Are you that cruel? I've been waiting here for three hours!

Don't take it personally. I'm just tired.

We have a new case, so weird.

That's great! You'll tell me everything.

Maybe I can help you.

Nastya, one hour, just one hour in a cafe! We'll take a break from work.

It's close, look, right over there! Shall we?

It's a pity. They're wilting.

Three hours.

Yes, Lobanov's intuition. I understand him very well though.

When everything is going so well... It's just that this luminary of yours...

Denis.

Let's not talk about my colleagues in such a derogatory tone.

Fine.

Your Lemke... Sorry. Your colleague Lemke...

He sees puzzles everywhere.

He's a scientist.

Now he clings to a tooth fragment saying that someone

hit Tretyakov and then burned him.

But this is ridiculous.

Do you have any other theories?

Of course.

Well?

Maybe we should talk?

Maybe it's good like this?

Well, what's going on?

Nothing is going on.

Just life. Like everyone else's.

Sorry.

Well, everyone's different.

No offense, but your approach is somewhat medical.

What do you mean?

Exactly this.

You need to find a diagnosis, prescribe the pills.

Well, what's wrong with that? If there's a problem, it needs to be solved.

Not all diseases can be cured.

And not every problem is a disease.

There are just inconveniences...

Accidents, crises...

Well, see, you're naming specific things.

So I answered your question.

You don't want to talk?

Al.

Maybe we're just tired, huh?

Let's have some rest, go to the seaside?

I don't want to.

What do you want, huh?

Seriously.

I want my leg to heal fast.

I want to get back to work soon.

I want Fedka to win that competition.

Do you want an ice cream?

Nah.

Let's just take a walk in silence.

You know, since we saw each other again, I've been thinking about the past.

And I'm thinking, damn, why hasn't a time machine been invented?

Do you want to go back to the past?

Of course. And you?

You said it yourself, the time machine hasn't been invented yet.

No. You can't go back to the past, but...

You can bring back the past.

Or some of its aspects.

Excuse me, can I have the bill, please?

Time to go.

Thank you.

Nastya.

I want you to know that everything I told you

here is not just words to me.

Denis.

You're a very good friend. Really.

And thank you so much for the flowers. They are beautiful!

For the cafe, for your help. But...

Well, I have to go.

Bye.

I didn't know Bobby accompanies you.

Where is more convenient for you?

Over there.

Where's over there? Just say it properly.

Did you come home late yesterday?

You look sleepy.

Went out with Denis?

No.

Studied the laws of the Russian Federation.

Bobby, that's what they call it these days.

You know, when I was little, Denis often came to our place.

- Yes. - Yeah?

- Gave me all kinds of presents. - Is that so?

Chupa Chups, stickers, magnets, Bobby.

I was the one receiving presents, but you were the one he wanted.

Smooth.

Well, I don't know...

He's still the same.

Though I've grown up, can't buy me off with magnets now.

Why do you want him to buy you off?

Oh, yes, indeed. You're already going out with him.

No one's going out with anyone!

And he's not "smooth". He's just a very nice guy.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Maybe you'll invite him to have dinner with us?

If I decide to invite him to dinner, I certainly won't ask you.

I didn't know they treat bribers so nicely.

Where?

Article 291.

That's what I'm saying - came back late, did't sleep much.

And you're saying "laws".

Pull over.

Bye, Bobik.

Giving me the silent treatment, Panin?

What? I'm prepared.

- Go ahead and ask! - I already have.

And I answered.

"I don't know" is not an answer.

But I don't know!

Okay.

"A person who has given a bribe shall be relieved from criminal liability

if he/she has been active in assisting to the crime's clearing and/or investigation,

or this person has been subjected to extortion on the part of an official, or if this person

after committing the crime has voluntarily informed the body that has the right to institute

criminal proceedings about giving the bribe." This is article 291 of the Criminal Code.

And this is your statement that the tax inspector Gornostayev, being an official,

extorted money from you, which you are telling us here.

Please write down the amount of the bribe below.

That is, if you gave one, of course.

Did you?

Ah. 400 000?

He called, yelled at me...

He said I had big arrears, suggested to resolve the issue.

Threatened me with prison!

Where and how did you give him the money?

He came to the railway station at night, I gave him the money, and he left.

When?

Five days ago.

Is this him?

I couldn't tell.

He put his hand out of the car, took the package.

He has this ring, a signet. Huge, with a gem.

What kind of car was it?

Dark blue Lexus.

Do you remember the number?

I couldn't see. The plate was all covered with mud.

Couldn't see a single figure.

Not even one?

You're free to go, Panin.

Amazing! People just confess to their crimes.

She made them all talk. How many, three?

Five.

Damn!

It makes me wonder yet again: criminalistics is an exact science.

According to it, the case seems to be very simple.

But suddenly one Lobanov switches on his instincts - a sense that

no one else has explained yet - and the case is no longer so simple!

No, it's still simple. But its simplicity is completely different.

- Different? - Yes.

- Ready to prove it? - Easily.

Gornostayev was blackmailing Tretyakov, among others.

But the arrogant old man refused to pay, moreover - he wrote a complaint letter!

Gornostayev beat him senseless, then got scared that he'd killed

him and burned his store to destroy the evidence.

Simple!

I disagree! Tell me, why would he beat up Tretyakov?

Maybe Tretyakov attacked him first? And he simply fought back.

I disagree again!

We can't prove verbal blackmail, and if Tretyakov had injured

Gornostayev, he would have turned into an innocent lamb.

And the chipped tooth Dr.Lemke found?

Yes, it happened.

So there was a blow?

Yes, I'm certain about this. But not about something else.

I doubt it was Gornostayev who dealt the blow.

Translate, please.

That's what we're supposed to find out.

Everyone says the same: Gornostayev called and demanded a bribe so that the revenue

service didn't pressure their business.

Over the past week, he received 5.5 million rubles.

Why did they pay? Why didn't they contact the authorities?

Everyone has their sins... Perhaps Gornostayev knew about theirs.

So he's like Robin Hood.

Yuriy Detochkin, damned.

The businessmen that suffered...

Suffered? What exactly did they suffer from, Zorina?

Sorry.

The businessmen I questioned told me the phone number that called them.

The number is actually registered to Gornostayev. Now the phone is off.

Apparently, he decided to lay low.

And the owner of the Indian shop must've refused to pay.

Aparrently. Also Kirill...

Sorry.

Dr.Lemke discovered a chipped tooth, which confirms there was a blow.

Yeah. They argued, had a fight, he lost consciousness and suffocated from smoke.

Yes. We think so too.

You can't escape two things in life, Zorina: death and taxes.

Well said, Yuriy Kuzmich.

Franklin said that.

Anyway, arrest this son of a bitch.

Yuriy Kuzmich, we need the police of the Irkutsk region and the Republic of Buryatia to help us.

This is it?

Zorina. Maybe you also need a tank division to help you?

No.

It's just that Gornostayev went to Baikal to fish.

Ah, to fish. Put him on the federal wanted list.

Thank you.

- Goodbye. Take care. - Good luck.

Is it from a coffeepot or a coffee machine?

A coffee machine.

Strange. Maybe it's broken.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

Anastasia Vladimirovna is not there.

I'm not here to see her.

Then who are you here to see?

You.

Us?

Yesterday Anastasia Vladimirovna told me about your theory with a chipped

tooth as the evidence of violent death in your case.

The theory is hypothetical, if I understood it correctly.

Why hypothetical?

It's quite a convincing theory.

Really convincing!

I'd like to look at the tooth or the body.

But you're not a pathologist, right?

No.

Not a dentist either?

No.

I'm a wide profile lawyer. I specialize in criminal cases, among others.

I've seen a lot of injuries, so I think

I can help you figure it out.

Fine. Come along.

Please.

Do you think they will?

That's possible. But no knockouts.

Wanna bet?

Deal... Three to one for Kirill.

Five to one! The same one.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Always glad to help a wide profile specialist.

Do you, by any chance, like ikebana?

What's so funny?

Ikebana calms the nerves and relieves stress, mind you.

Well, shall we begin?

I don't think you can break a cutting tooth with your bare hands.

And brass knuckles would've inflicted a more extensive damage.

I think the bone cracked because it was exposed to fire.

The bone? What bone?

The tooth. Or a dental bone, if you prefer!

A tooth is not a bone. A forehead is a bone.

A tooth, a bone - what difference does it make?

What matters is that you can't break it this way.

My theory is, the tooth enamel cracked after exposure to high temperatures.

Great. Wonderful.

Denis? What are you doing here?

Nastya, it's good you're here!

Allow me.

Thank you.

Exchange of experience, Anastasia Vladimirovna.

Today Denis is a pathologist. And tomorrow I'll be a lawyer.

I'd like to see that.

Oksa here found very interesting information. Oksa.

Yes. I looked through Gornostayev's bank accounts.

He bought the ticket to Baikal from Aeroflot company.

He paid by credit card. It happened about two days before the murder of Tretyakov.

Then I checked the airline database.

He was supposed to leave yesterday, but he was never on board.

What do you mean? He missed his flight?

I think there are two options here.

Either he's hiding somewhere, or he's at his summer house.

We must go and check everything.

Great idea!

And where is the summer house?

Wow, nice!

Actually, it's here, guys.

Doesn't look like the summer house of an inspector who accepts bribes.

On the other hand, why would he show off? He'd rather go to Baikal.

If he'd wanted to, he already would have.

Maybe we should give him a shout?

Unless he's not home.

Anyone home?

You're probably right, nobody's home.

Hey, hello! Who the hell are you?

Hello. We're from the investigative committee.

What are you doing here at Lyokha's?

He's a good man.

We're looking for him.

He's not here.

Look, your neighbor is missing.

You don't care about him at all?

Try to remember, when was the last time you saw him?

About three months ago.

Though I talked to him on the phone two weeks ago.

He was on his way here, getting off the train.

But he never came.

I called him back one hour later, but his phone was already off.

Guys! Look! Looks like blood.

It does. Maybe someone hit a hare?

Yeah, must've been a huge hare.

Or maybe a dog.

Where did it go then? Just got up and left?

We'll see.

There's a lot of blood. So the body lay here for a long time.

Most likely, he left the body here, then came back, put it

into the car and left.

Yes, but he drove through a puddle of blood, which means it stayed on the tires.

Let's follow the trail.

Maybe he went somewhere to get rid of the body.

Maybe.

Yeah.

There's our hare.

And I think his name is Alexey Gornostayev.

Fractures of lower leg and thigh bones.

The spine is broken, multiple bruises and abrasions on the head.

Of course, we need an autopsy for more details.

But I can say for sure that he was hit by a car. Died almost immediately.

When?

Judging by the initial examination, two weeks ago.

If you still trust my conclusions.

There are microparticles of red car paint on his clothes.

In paint manufacturing, they often assign paints

identification numbers, and you can learn a lot by these numbers.

Come on.

Bingo.

Hi.

Please send me the speeding data: April 14,

the East Highway, near Kharlamovka.

To the Academy e-mail... Yes, the investigative committee. Thank you!

- Shurik! - Huh?

We need to check the hands of the deceased.

For?

According to the witness, Gornostayev had a ring.

A massive signet with a gem. A seal, as Panin put it.

Yes, right, a seal! A ring, a signet with a gem.

That's how the tooth was broken!

I have some news.

The red paint found on Gornostayev's clothes was

used to paint the VAZ models Nine and Eight.

And according to the traffic police, there was a red Eight

going like wildfire on the East highway near Kharlamovka.

Anyway, the name of the owner is Konstantin Milchenko.

So what? It doesn't mean anything.

Maybe he wasn't the one driving?

Maybe he wasn't. But there's one detail.

Nastya mentioned a dark blue Lexus Gornostayev was allegedly driving.

Anyway. No cars are registered to Gornostayev.

But Konstantin Milchenko recently bought a brand new dark blue Lexus!

Okay! I suggest we disperse and think.

Then meet in my office with new theories.

Shurik, enlighten Pirozhkov, he missed everything.

Again...

Well, of course!

Thank you, Oksa! Great job, really.

Oh please! You're a real genius.

Thank you, Oksa! You really did a very good work.

You are a genius.

Well, okay, that's something.

Yes?

We checked.

Gornostayev was using the car by proxy.

Milchenko granted it to him.

Because they're an organized crime group.

Well, a gang.

Milchenko took Gornostayev to his summer house.

Well, to have some fun, girls, beer, barbecue.

And at some point he said that they'd run out of gasoline.

Gornostayev got out of the car and started walking.

Then Milchenko accelerated - and bam!

Killed.

To avoid giving him money.

That's it?

Well, get back to work.

Okay.

Excuse me?

Yes, Dr.Lemke.

I'm thinking, Gornostayev most likely was blackmailing Milchenko.

And he gave him his new car.

But Gornostayev was already dead by the time Milchenko bought the Lexus.

Was he?

According to your conclusion, Dr.Lemke. Get back to work.

Yes.

We don't really have a theory, but...

We have some strokes for the portrait.

The traffic police cameras recorded that on the day of Gornostayev's death

Milchenko's car exceeded the speed limit in the Kharlamovka area.

The fine was paid by mail, and it wasn't the first one.

Milchenko had already been caught in a state of intoxication.

He must've been drunk that day as well.

Anyway, it happened to be his Birthday.

Konstantin Milchenko, 38 years old, no real estate, married

five times, pays alimony reluctantly and rarely.

Socially irresponsible. Has a brand new dark blue Lexus.

I think it's time we paid this Milchenko a visit. Thank you.

I have another theory.

Quiet. Yes, Denis?

Yes.

No, no... No. Denis...

Denis, please, don't distract me from my work! Yes. Fine. Okay. Bye-bye.

Sorry, Dr.Lemke.

Will you listen to me?

Of course! Have a seat!

I don't know any Gornostayev.

I don't own a business. I work hard, like everyone else. At a car repair shop.

How much do you make at a car repair shop?

Well.

Enough.

How did you manage to buy a new Lexus?

I borrowed some money.

Is it forbidden?

Can I go?

No, you can't. Sit!

Okay, I'll do everything myself.

Listen.

Konstantin Milchenko. 38 years old. Works at a car repair shop.

He repairs customers' expensive cars. And he's very jealous.

Anyway.

One day, Milchenko is celebrating his Birthday at that same

car repair shop with his friends.

After that, he has nothing to do.

He doesn't want to go home, because the apartment he's renting is uncomfortable.

He has no wife... So.

He jumps into his car and rushes along the highway hoping that

he'll pick up some hitchhiking girl.

But instead he hits inspector Gornostayev near Kharlamovka.

Naturally, he doesn't want to go to prison.

So he hides the body.

And steals Gornostayev's briefcase with documents out of greed.

And his phone.

Milchenko soon realizes that Gornostayev is a tax inspector.

He starts calling all these firms,

pretending to be Gornostayev, and demands that they pay.

Naturally, they get scared and start paying him.

But the shop "Indian goods" refused to pay.

Because he was a good tax payer. Tretyakov refused to pay you.

Nonsense.

But Milchenko went too far.

He bought a brand new Lexus, then some gold.

Then went to see Tretyakov, threatened him, even hit him.

He lost consciousness... Should I continue or you'll do it?

Hands on the desk!

Where's the signet?

There is no signet.

Yes, Artur.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, I'm calling to report that we didn't

find the ring you described during the search of Milchenko's apartment.

I see. Thanks.

Well? Any more questions?

Sorry.

Thank you, Oksa.

An ad for this very ring was sent from your computer.

Our experts have already found the buyer and are on their way to see him.

I don't think I have to explain what happens next.

Damn him...

I'll hire a lawyer! You won't put me in jail!

Please do.

I can even recommend you a free one. You'll save some money.

Okay! Why are you still here, my friends?

Move it! You can't be late! Not for your boss's party!

And you, Kirill?

My wife still can't walk after her trauma. My son and I need to buy some food.

Anyway, I'm not in a party mood.

You sure?

Kirill, this is your theory after all.

Maybe for a little while?

Rain check, okay?

Okay.

Thank you, Kirill.