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- Yanka, wait. - Piss off!

Let me explain.

I heard it all. It's your sister from Vladivostok.

She really is my sister!

I hope she isn't. Because sisters don't kiss their brothers like that.

Don't call me anymore!

Yana!

Call an ambulance!

- Did you see that? - Oh God.

- Yes, I'm calling. - Damn.

Is he drunk?

Hello.

- People with all these cars. - Hello, ambulance?

- There's been an accident. - So scary.

A car was hit by a truck.

Do something.

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

Damn. What happened to him?

You tell me.

An accident occurred one hour ago on Dmitrovka, two cars collided.

We found the body in one of the trunks.

Okay, what about the driver?

He's in a coma.

Must've been in a hurry to dispose of the body.

Our criminologists determined the time of death.

- They didn't move any further. - Uh-huh.

Anyway, the time of death is 9:30 pm.

Male, 40 years old, about 185 cm tall.

The cause of death is a blow to the head with a heavy object.

Uh-huh.

I would add 5 years to his age.

He's about 45-50.

He received the ultimate blow or, rather, blows to the back of his head.

Blows?

Yes, someone was desperately trying to finish him off.

Look how huge he is. Can't be easy to take him down.

Anyway, athletic build.

Developed muscles, especially his shoulder girdle and arms.

Probably an athlete.

It's hard to say without an X-ray, but...

Most likely a boxer or a wrestler.

A boxer?

Isn't he too old for a boxer?

Well, maybe a former boxer.

There are thermal burns on his face.

Most likely, boiling water.

They also broke his nose.

His wrists are injured.

His knuckles too.

- Awesome. - He'd been fighting before he died.

Had a fight before his death.

Kirill, is it blood?

- What did you say? - Is it blood?

Yes, it is.

Aside from the driver, we don't have other suspects.

We need his DNA sample for the test.

Okay.

Doctors say it's critical.

He might never wake up.

How did they identify him?

Found in the car.

His driving license, registration.

Leonid Barchuk, 28 years old.

Who are you? What are you doing to Lyonia?

Zorina Anastasia Vladimirovna, the investigative committee. This is Dr.Lemke.

And you are?..

I'm...

I'm Yeva Aksakova, Lyonia's fiancee.

I'm sorry for your tragedy.

They say that when someone dies, and Lyonia is alive.

He will wake up.

I apologize. Yeva, what do you do?

I have a medical education, I used to work as a nurse.

Now I sell makeup online.

Does Leonid sell makeup too?

No.

He works at the Knockout gym.

As an assistant coach.

Sometimes he's a sparring partner for boxer Artem Demidov.

And Lyonia hasn't been a boxer for a while, he quit because of an injury.

And where was Leonid before the accident?

I don't know, I...

He usually comes home early, but today he stayed longer.

I called him, but his phone was switched off.

Then the police called and told me about the accident.

Did Leonid have enemies?

No. He was a non-conflict person.

I understand that you are now in a very difficult situation, but...

In order to help the investigation we need to search your apartment.

Fine.

Here, do whatever you want. Just leave me alone.

Sorry.

It's illegal to search an apartment without the owners' presence.

But it's fast.

You're lucky, your dead guys never complain.

I have Vika Gnatiuk for that.

What do you think about Yeva?

I don't think she's hiding anything.

Me neither. I really doubt Barchuk didn't know what was in his trunk.

You know, sometimes even people who are close to each other...

aren't honest with each other.

Are we even allowed to leave? What if they need us, huh?

Doctor said go, so we can go.

Tsoi's last concert is on TV today. The year 90, Luzhniki.

I really wanna see it.

Oksa, do you need a lift?

No, go without me.

Whatcha reading?

Nothing, piss off.

Why so cranky?

I'm not. I told you I don't need a lift.

Eduard, I think the lady is tormented by some kind of inner conflict.

So don't aggravate her condition. Don't test her patience.

Doc, I'm not tormented. I just don't like it when someone pries into my private life.

I'm not prying into your private life, I just asked what you were reading.

That's it, calm down.

Look, yesterday you questioned me for half an hour.

"What's this friend who commented on your pics?"

What does it have to do with this?

Really? And your texts? "Hi, what's up?" at 2 am.

What are you, my brother? Or maybe a boyfriend?

Why are you always controlling me?

- I'm not controlling you. - Well, that's it then.

Deal with your problems on your own, leave me alone.

- Oksanochka. - Yes?

Let's go have a cup of coffee.

Go, go.

What now?

Come, sit.

I don't like it already.

You don't? Okay, stay there.

We'll talk like this. Is everything okay with you?

With me? Everything is awesome.

Tell me.

Do you always yell at people when everything is awesome?

I'm sick of his attention, for real.

Are you nervous?

Because of what?

That's what I'm trying to understand.

It's just that I noticed you've been having frequent mood swings lately.

So?

Insomnia plus frequent mood swings - all of this

can be the consequences of a severe stress.

What stress? What are you talking about, Doc?

I have a soft job. Psychos, maniacs, murderers - poetry.

You're having a trial soon.

Oh, come on, this stupid trial... I have bigger problems.

Your defense mechanism is working.

It has a very simple name - denial.

The unwillingness to accept the existence of something unwanted.

Your body reacts unambiguously - you are constantly stressed.

Listen, what do you want from me?

It's my life, can I handle it myself?

Suit yourself. Handle it.

I didn't know you're such a sports hater, Kirill.

I'm not really a sports hater, I just don't see the beauty

of two people whacking each other for no reason.

Well, actually, they have lots of reasons.

Like?

Like sports pride.

Or, as an alternative, money, glory.

Yeah, Leonid already defended his pride.

Oh, what do we have here?

Second place at the Junior Olympic Games.

Third place at the Student Spartakiade.

Well, what did this sport give him aside from health problems?

And what's a good sport to you?

- Swimming. - Swimming?

Yes, it develops all muscle groups.

By the way, I was into swimming when I was young. I even have some prizes.

You know, Kirill, tastes differ.

Even in sports.

Boxing is rather a show than a sport.

We live in the 21st century.

I'm sorry but gladiator fights are a feature of Ancient Rome.

Really?

By the way, I was into boxing as a kid.

Yeah, I noticed. You have a slightly widened shoulder girdle.

Excuse me?

I assume you started boxing when you were 12-13 years old.

What are you saying?

Th... that I have a masculine body?

No, you have a great body.

I mean...

Balanced and proportional.

Well, you know what I was trying to say.

Thank you for your kind words, Kirill.

Oh.

What's that?

By the way, we should take Leonid's laptop with us.

Oksa will surely find something.

Cool, my favorite pizza!

Well, well, well.

Business first.

He who does not work, neither shall he eat.

Hold on.

Why the hell are you chewing then?

I'm done. Just waiting for the results.

Uh-huh.

Fine, I ran a test on the pills. It's bromoxine.

- Some kind of steroids? - No.

Psychostimulants.

They icrease aggression, improve reflexes and stamina.

By the way, there's another interesting fact.

They mask the use of other doping drugs. Banned in Russia.

May I?

Yes.

Listen, what if Barchuk was also selling doping drugs?

What? He could have partners.

Maybe he had a fight with a dealer over money. Hence the dead body.

Maybe Leonid didn't kill anyone.

Maybe he was just disposing of the body.

At first we need to identify the deceased.

Um... I didn't find any leads in Leonid's computer.

But there's one interesting website he visited regularly.

Look, these things don't have any particular value.

But they cost 10 times more than usual. Like this magazine.

It costs 1000 rubles.

What? 1000 rubles for a magazine?

What if this is a bromoxine sales system?

How's that?

Wrapping doping drugs in a magazine?

Kind of.

You buy a regular thing on the site, pay for it by credit card.

They deliver this thing with the product.

A very common system.

Here's what we're gonna do...

Let's order something from this site under Barchuk's nickname.

That's how we check this whole doping story.

Alla, hi.

Easy, easy. Come on, easy.

You're early today.

It's not 12 yet.

Why do you get up for no good reason? Go to bed, now.

Don't panic.

I spent enough time in bed when I was wearing the cast. And be quiet.

The kid just fell asleep.

Mum, this Granin is calling you again.

Did the call wake you?

No. Hi, dad.

Hi there.

And why aren't you in bed yet, huh? You have to wake up early for school, come on.

This Granin is a nervous guy.

Nervous? Why?

He called 3 times already.

Really? 3 times?

You see, he's friends with mum.

And friends are always worried about each other.

Got it? Alright, let's go to bed.

- Good morning, Anastasia Vladimirovna. - Good morning.

Test results are ready.

The blood from under the victim's fingernails doesn't match Barchuk's DNA.

So Leonid didn't kill him?

Perhaps he was just transferring the body.

And someone else did all the dirty work.

Where's Oksa?

She's in the lab, making the identikit of the victim.

Uh-huh.

Hi.

Hi.

I don't think it's a good time to sleep at your workplace.

I'm not sleeping.

- You're not? - Uh-huh.

Did you start working on the identikit?

Already done. Here.

Have you stayed at the computer all night?

I have trouble sleeping anyway.

It's because of the trial.

What trial?

Stop pretending. I saw it, you had been browsing through a legal website.

What does your lawyer say?

Nothing, I fired him.

Why?

Because he charges a lot and doesn't do shit. I'm looking for a new one.

Oksa, do you want me to help you?

No, thank you, Nastya. Honestly, I'll figure it out myself.

You will, alright.

Look, Kirill and I are going to see Yeva.

When we come back, you and I will continue this conversation. Deal?

In the meanwhile, get some rest. Have a nap in the rest room.

Yes... Yes, I know him. This is Max.

Artem's father.

Was that him in Lyonia's trunk?

Yes.

Oh.

Yeva, remind me, please, who is Artem?

A boxer at the club. Lyonia was his sparring partner.

And what did Max do?

I don't know, I've only seen him a couple of times at the gym.

Lyonia mentioned that...

Max was his agent.

Don't, I... I'll get that.

- Hello. - Hi.

I have a package for Leonid Barchuk.

I'll take it for him. Where do I sign?

- Where's Leonid? - In the hospital. How much do I owe you?

Stay put.

Stay put. Come here.

Put down the box.

What is so valuable in this package for Lyonia Barchuk?

- An old matryoshka. - An old wooden matryoshka.

What kind of matryoshka is this?

There are supposed to be little matryoshkas inside, and you have some pills there.

Yeva, have you seen him before?

No.

No, I don't know, maybe he saw Lyonia when I wasn't home.

Fine.

We'll take you to the station now.

There you'll tell us in detail about all your customers.

And maybe you'll remember something on the way.

Sit, sit.

- Thank you, Yeva. - Sit.

Temych, come on, come on.

Come on, jab, jab, jab, come on.

With your right. I told you to squeeze.

- Yes, hello. - Are you Pavel Ignatyev?

The one and only, what do you want?

We're looking for Artem Demidov.

There he is, in the red shorts, killing it. Come on, crush him!

Squeeze him in the corner, crush him.

Anastasia Zorina, the investigative committee. I want to ask you a couple of questions.

Can you come back later? We're having a serious training session.

I'm afraid it can't wait.

If Tema has some kind of problems, talk to

me or his agent, Maxim Demidov.

- Maxim Demidov is dead. - What?

Maxim Demidov...

Temych! Temych, what is it? Are you OK? How are you?

Have you lost it completely? Maiming my champion, huh?

Whew.

- Tem, you OK? - Yes.

Whew.

What do you mean, dead? Impossible.

His body was found in Leonid Barchuk's car.

Yes, Leonid had an accident, he is now in a coma.

They found Maxim Demidov's mutilated body in the trunk of his car.

Lyonka's in a coma?

When was the last time you talked to Maxim?

The day before yesterday.

Yeah, he watched the training.

What makes you think he's the killer?

We're not thinking anything yet. We don't have enough evidence.

But we think it may have something to do with the prohibited

drugs we found at Leonid Barchuk's apartment.

What drugs?

- Bromoxine, have you heard of it? - Of course.

But we have strict rules against this kind of thing.

Anyway, we assume that Leonid could have been selling bromoxine here.

What? No way...

Nah, he wouldn't let me near doping.

He's an old school boxer. He'd kill me.

If he found out I was taking something.

I see. Where did you get that?

That's nothing.

Had a fight yesterday, didn't go very well.

Do you know anyone who might wish Maxim harm?

You should...

- Ask Valeria about that. - Who is Valeria?

His wife.

- Oh. - Let me help.

Sorry, I still can't shake it off.

No rush. We understand your situation.

How did you meet Max?

Tema and I studied at the same institute, Engineering.

Artemka was courting me first.

Could Artem be jealous?

No, please, it's all in the past.

And that conflict didn't affect the relationship between Maxim and Artem?

Are you implying that Artem is capable of killing his brother,

because of such a stupid thing? Of course not.

They had a normal relationship.

Did Max have enemies or ill-wishers?

I don't know any, but Max had a short temper, so who knows...

And where did you get that bruise on your face?

Hit my head against a door at night.

It was dark, I stumbled and hit my head against it.

Show me your hands, please.

Go ahead, show them.

Roll up your sleeve.

You got these bruises after colliding with the door as well?

Do you mind if I take your DNA sample?

Not bad, huh?

Not bad at all. I like everything.

Okay, I'll think and give you a call.

Okay, just don't take too long.

Hi, where are you going?

A new cafe just opened, they say the food is awesome. So we're going there.

Cool, I'm going with you.

You know, I think I'll grab a bite at the university.

- Oks, my treat. - Nah, really, it's okay.

What got into her?

What got into you?

You had a little fight, and you already have a new chick?

What chick?

Come on, who was that?

Could you at least be more discreet on the Academy territory?

That was a buyer. She wanted to buy my car.

Hold on. Why are you selling your car?

I have to.

Ed, why?

I need money.

For Oksa's lawyer.

Why didn't you tell her that, stupid?

Shup up, okay?

Okay, come on.

Sorry to distract you at work.

It's OK. We're waiting for Ed to do the DNA test anyway.

Denis.

Do my shoulders look wide in this jacket?

No. What makes you say so?

Nothing, never mind.

So how's the investigation going?

Hard to say. It's a complicated case.

Maybe you need some help? It never hurt to have an extra head.

Of course. Join us, if you have time.

By the way, I'm free after lunch.

Can you recommend a good and affordable lawyer?

Good or affordable?

- Oksa? - Uh-huh.

Naughty girl.

It seems like she's asking for it.

Well, maybe she's just not used to asking for help.

What's the difference? She won't need her pride in prison.

She really reminds me of someone.

No.

If the situation requires, I can ask for help.

Then why aren't you asking?

Who?

- You? - Don't argue.

You have no other options anyway.

I'll stop by tonight. I'll talk to Oksa and pick you up from work.

Deal?

Deal.

Thank you.

Anastasia Vladimirovna. Can I talk to you for a second?

Found something?

Yes.

The time of death was determined by the kidney temperature, right?

And?

But they didn't consider the fact that he was sick.

- Well, what does that give us? - The exact time of death.

It shifts an hour and a half back.

The blood from under Max's fingernails belongs to Valeria.

Something doesn't add up here.

Valeria had abrasions and bruises on her arms.

It might indicate that Max attacked her.

And she killed him defending herself.

That's not possible. Valeria is not that kind of person.

For what it's worth, DNA is a very good evidence.

We need to talk to Valeria again.

Last night Max was on edge.

Something really upset him. He came

home with a shiner, his nose broken and bleeding.

I tried to find out what had happened, but he didn't want to talk about it.

I think Artem had angered him somehow.

Did he say how?

No. He was like a broken record, saying his brother was no good.

- So it wasn't the first time. - They had always been at loggerheads.

Artem always reminded Max that he was better than him because

Artem was still an athlete, and Max was just his agent.

So where did you get these bruises?

I stood up for Artem.

And in the heat of the moment Max accused me of having an affair with him.

I told you he had a short temper.

So I hit him in the face.

He grabbed my arms and left these bruises.

Then he pushed me and I hit my face. He left straight after that.

I think she was being honest.

Yeah.

But last time she didn't say anything about the relationship between Max and Artem.

Or her argument with Max.

What did you expect?

The girl is in shock. She lost her husband, now she has to raise

her child alone. Your interrogations are the last thing she needs right now.

Naturally, she didn't know what to do.

So, we made a partial model of the murder, based on the evidence and observations. Oksa.

We can't say for sure how it happened,

but we managed to restore certain moments.

So...

You can tell by the burn that they poured boiling water over him.

So he bent down, then raised his head and received the burn.

Exactly.

Then a blow. They hit them in the back of his head with a blunt long object.

Probably a bat. Or a bottle.

Nah, not a bottle. There would be shatters.

Excuse me, I'll get back to work.

Valeria said Max had come home with a battered face, right?

What if Max and the killer had a fight, Max got these injuries,

came home, left, and the killer attacked him again to retaliate.

By the way, someone hit Artem. He had fresh bruises on his face.

Besides, Valeria said that he had been really angry with Max.

He had a fight yesterday, hence the bruises.

A fight, you say? Yes.

You're right. By the way, he won in the second round.

Anyway, I browsed the Internet, checked out a few forums,

chatted with his fans and friends.

Why such enthusiasm?

I love boxing.

And this case is interesting, actually.

By the way, I downloaded a few videos with Artem's previous fights.

And here's what I found...

At the beginning of his career, he was a fairly successful boxer.

He was strong and tough.

But by the end of his career he wasn't.

He started to lose shape, weaken, fear the opponent.

He was mostly defending himself.

Truth be told, he should've ended his careed back then.

Shurik, we don't have time to talk about sports.

- Anything relevant? - Sure.

Lately he has changed completely.

As if he gained new energy.

As if he got his shape back. He became strong, aggressive.

You can't really see it in the video, but it might be the result of taking bromoxine.

What if Max found out that Artem had been taking doping drugs?

Obviously, he didn't like it.

One thing led to another, they had an argument, and then Max

threatened Artem that if he didn't stop,

he would tell everyone.

And if we add the old feud between the brothers...

Yes, but we'll be able to check this theory only

after we take Artem's blood sample and run the tests.

And we need to take it right now.

While bromoxine is still in his system after yesterday's fight.

Oh, good. Straight.

Good. Straight.

Careful.

- Hello. - Hello.

Well done.

What do you want?

I want to take your blood sample. A doping test.

Are you a medical board?

No.

Are you crazy? What tests?

Do you have reasons to force him?

No.

Let's go.

Hello.

My name is Shurik, I'm your biggest fan.

I saw all your fights.

- Thank you. - I admire you.

How about a friendly sparring session?

I can sign some gloves for you, or whatever.

Or something like that.

Let's do some sparring. I dare you.

Are you asking for it?

Come on, I'm an amateur anyway, you're a professional.

Easy for you, pleasant for me. Let's give it a try.

- Shurik, come here. - Next time, okay?

You're right, let's do it some other time. We can't let an amateur beat you up.

- Come on, let'go. - Temych, are you out of your mind?

Give me 2 minutes. Can't you see the boy's not right in the head?

I'll help him fix it.

OK, ready?

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Great, you broke his nose.

All right, let's go to my office.

Okay.

Look at me, is everything alright? Come on.

Everything is fine.

Easy, easy, easy. It's okay.

Shurik.

You got it.

Anyway, he's using the hell out of this crap. I realized it during the fight.

The tests confirmed it.

It was a very inventive approach. But that's illegally obtained evidence.

Any good lawyer would compromise it right away.

What matters is that we know the truth.

Getting his confession is a mere formality.

Am I right, Shurik?

Exactly. By the way, I have an idea about how to make Artem talk.

Guys, most importantly, don't break the law. It's not worth it.

Please, Denis.

Us breaking the law? Never gonna happen.

Am I right, Anastasia Vladimirovna?

Yes, that's right.

What's your idea anyway? Bring it on.

You didn't have the right to do the tests, you don't have a warrant.

We got a backdated warrant.

And molecular analysis confirmed that the drug found in your

blood is identical to the product we found in Barchuk's apartment.

If you don't confess and justify yourself with solid facts,

you'll confirm that you and Barchuk were conspirators.

Conspirators?

And that you might be an accomplice in your brother's murder.

What?

The use of doping is not a criminal act.

But a murder is.

Fine.

I was buying bromoxine from Leonid.

My brother found out about the doping, got angry.

He wanted to expose us. Me and coach.

But Pavel Anatolyevich didn't know.

You would surely be eliminated from all sports events.

And who knows how this scandal would affect Pavel and his gym, right?

Right.

I lost it, hit my brother.

Well, he got angry too and beat me up.

Okay, stop, stop, stop.

Let's assume Pavel is the killer.

He could've killed him outside the gym. Max could've come to his place.

I studied the tissue on the victim's skull. I think I found something.

Tiny particles of gold.

How did gold get there?

Maybe the murder weapon was gilded?

Kirill, do you think a trophy cup could be the murder weapon?

It depends.

There were a lot of trophy cups at the gym.

Shurik, I'll call Artur, he'll get the warrant. You and him will go to the gym.

Take the trophy cups for examination.

Are you going to check all our boxers now?

We will, if necessary.

This is nonsense. Well, Max wasn't well-liked, I argued with him too, more than once.

We, why didn't you like him?

You see, Max was a peculiar person.

We're not accusing you yet, but we must check.

Just be careful with the cups. They're our pride, after all.

The IC just told me that the courier said who his employer was.

He's a resident doctor. Works at a small hospital in the Moscow Region.

Has been selling medicine under the counter since the institute.

It happens - at first they make extra money for

college, then get used to easy money.

Don't want to live on a state salary.

What's interesting is that bromoxine was paid for with Yeva's card.

The guy who was selling this crap was working via courier.

And didn't know Barchuk personally.

But he knew Yeva very well.

Turns out they studied at the same medical institute.

So she and Leonid had a family business.

I'm sure Yeva has something to do with this.

The paint from the cups doesn't match the paint from Max's wound.

The IC apologize for the inconvenience.

That's okay. After all this, it's fine.

We care too. After all, Max was our friend, in a way.

Where was Lyonia the day before the murder?

Here, coaching the new boys.

At what time did he go home?

- Just after nine. - Are you sure?

Yes, the last training session ends at 9.

Does it look like a murder weapon?

- The shape fits. - A murder weapon?

I thought Lyonia was cleared of all suspicions.

Who told you that?

Listen, will you leave us alone?

Hasn't he suffered enough? And...

And what makes you think the murder happened here?

We must check all theories.

Listen, does it even matter?

I called the hospital one hour ago. They told me it's unlikely that he'll wake up.

My condolences.

But we'll take the cups for examination.

So, we proceeded from the fact that it all started in the kitchen.

Max bent down to pick something up. The killer poured boiling water over him.

Max was partially blinded, but managed to get to his feet.

Yes, perhaps he was chasing the assailant.

But the latter took advantage of Max's unfortunate state

and hit him several times on the head with a trophy cup.

Damn, the way he batters.

Well, maybe the killer didn't achieve the desired result the first time.

- He struck 7 blows in total. - I guess he got really angry.

No, it's just that the blows were too weak.

Also, judging by the killer's height and strength,

we can assume that the killer is a woman.

Shurik, what about the gilding?

The gold from the skull matches several cups.

The cups are rather old, so the quality of the gold is

much worse than on the cups from the gym.

The question is, which of Barchuk's cups was the murder weapon?

She could've disposed of it.

Dr.Lemke, remember you said Max's death

had occured an hour and a half earlier than we thought?

About an hour and a half.

Leonid left the gym after 10.

He can't be the killer.

Yeah... Lyonia is a lucky guy.

All circumstantial evidence points to his girlfriend.

Besides, selling doping was her business, beyond any doubt.

Yes? Thank you.

Goodbye.

Leonid's doctor called.

Barchuk died in the hospital.

Well, we lost the only person who could tell us something.

What now?

We can try to get a confession from Yeva.

Now she will blame the deceased.

Oksa.

Can you check if there was a GPS in Leonid's car?

If there was, trace all his movements that night.

OK.

So...

Here.

Look what I've got.

This picture was taken 3 months ago.

The missing cup has to be in it.

Okay. I think, this one.

- This one? - Yeah, right.

Uh-huh.

Are the cups signed?

No.

We need to find an identical cup.

Then we can trick Yeva.

Alright, Anastasia Vladimirovna, I'm sorry,

but you have to share your plan with us.

The plan of tricking Yeva.

The thing is, formally, Yeva is not Leonid's family.

So she doesn't know he's dead.

We'll call her and tell her that Leonid is awake.

And that he told us where the cup is.

And what if it was Yeva who hid it?

I don't think so. Leonid was trying to dispose of the body.

He must've discarded this cup somewhere along the road.

I checked, Leonid was at the gym all day.

His car was parked there, at least.

Where do we get the cup?

Shurik, please come to my office. I have a task for you.

I remember this cup. This is one of Leonid's first prizes.

The first place at a junior championship.

Do you know where we can get the exact same cup?

Why?

For an investigative experiment, so to speak.

I have this fighter. He also took part in that tournament.

You know what?

Can we call this fighter of yours right now?

Not a scratch.

Of course.

Yes?

Come in.

- Yeva. - Hi.

Hello. Thank you for coming. Have a seat.

I would like to clarify a few details.

Ask away.

Do you remember the courier we detained in your apartment?

Uh-huh.

Anyway, he told us who his dealers were.

One of them is Dima Okunev.

He studied at Sechenov Academy.

He claims that you did the same course.

Is it true?

Yes, we studied at the same institute.

Are you implying something?

You studied at the same institute as the dealer from

whom your fiancee buys bromoxine, using your credit card.

Strange coincidence.

Looks familiar?

This is the murder weapon.

Leonid threw it into a river before the accident. He told us everything.

- Lyonia? - Yes.

He couldn't, he's in a coma.

Didn't they tell you?

He woke up. A couple of hours ago. Gave us his testimony.

He told us that it was you who was buying bromoxine from your classmate.

And Lyonia was just a middleman.

He also told us that he didn't kill Max.

He came home and found his body.

Yes, I was the one buying bromoxine, but...

Selling doping is not punishable by law.

You're right, it's not. But a murder is.

If you are innocent, you can give us your fingerprints and rest easy.

Of course there will be my fingerprints. It was at our place.

But there are also blood fingerprints, see?

I...

Yes, I... I took it, I...

I came home, and Max was already dead.

Why didn't you tell us anything?

Why didn't you call the police?

Because Lyonia is my fiance. And I love him.

I understand.

At what time did you come home that night?

I don't remember.

Around 9.

Pavel Ignatyev says that Leonid left the gym at 10.

Our forensic experts determined that Max's death occured around 8.

Leonid couldn't have been at home.

In addition to Pavel's testimony, we have Leonid's GPS records.

The cup we took from your apartment

is the murder weapon, you said it yourself.

If you weren't home, then who could've let Max in and killed him?

In addition to your testimony, we have Leonid's testimony.

Lyonia would never testify against me.

Why is that?

Because you're in love?

Leonid is now disabled for life.

He'll go to prison now.

Do you think your love will save him there?

You can talk to Leonid, of course.

But I'm sure he'll stand his ground.

Max, he... He came, he...

He started yelling, he hit me!

Yes, and then you took a pot of boiling water and threw it at him!

Am I right?

Yes, but it only made it worse, he was furious.

I was just defending myself, it was self-defense.

7 blows on the back of his head - that's what you call self-defense?

Even if the blows had been weak, he would've lost consciousness after the 2nd.

Given the fact that with such burns he wasn't even able to fight.

I wasn't myself. It was self-defense.

Maybe. Maybe at first it really was self-defense.

Maybe at first you didn't even realize what had happened.

But then you saw Max on the floor, helpless.

And you decided to take advantage.

You saw a man who could ruin your life.

He could squeal on you, on Artem and Leonid.

Maybe on Pavel as well. The gym would be shut down.

You and Leonid would lose your jobs.

And then goodbye, beautiful life.

Goodbye, beautiful wedding. You would have no money, right?

That's the way I see it.

The judge will see it the same way.

The only thing that can commute your sentence is an honest confession.

I didn't want it to come to this.

I... I tried to offer him money, but he...

He didn't even want to talk.

So you decided to just shut him up. Forever.

I didn't want to kill him, I...

I just didn't have a choice.

Ah, ta-ta-ta, ta-ta.

Well, how's your car sale going?

Getting the paperwork done today.

It's not too late to refuse.

Come on, it's not the end of the world.

I'm just used to my car, that's all.

That's it, the case can be officially considered closed.

Yeva is awaiting trial, tomorrow the guards will take her to Leonid's funeral.

How did she react to the news of Leonid's death?

To be honest, I even felt a little sorry for her.

- Let me make you some coffee. - Okay.

Thank you, Kirill.

It was somewhat cruel to tell her that Leonid had woken up.

Cruel or not, we didn't have a choice.

Besides, she was willing to betray him to get out of it.

OK, time to go.

Good luck, brother.

Well, what's the prognosis?

Well, it's not an easy case. I doubt they'll drop all charges at once.

Yes, but we managed to commute the sentence.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Denis, I don't know how to thank you.

No need, it's a professional challenge.

Doesn't happen every day.

But it's awesome.

It's really awesome. Now Ed doesn't have to sell his car.

What do you mean, why would Ed sell his car?

Well...

To get money for your lawyer.

Is it true?

Thank you.

Denis. Wanna play pool to celebrate the occasion?

I'm warning you, I'm not good at playing pool.

Yes, I remember you're more of a golf guy, but...

Don't worry, our stakes are small.

Well, in that case...

Is 3 thousand enough?

Well, actually, that's nothing, but...

It will do for now.

Well, shall I rack the balls then?

- Go ahead. - Please.