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What's the name of this friend of yours?

Alisa... I don't remember her last name, we became friends online.

I saw her works on the website. Blew my mind!

I know nothing about this.

No, art is useless. Because it...

Its aim is simply to create a mood.

I agree, well said.

I didn't say it. Oscar Wilde did.

There she is!

Alisa Romanova. Yes. That's right, Romanova!

Interesting.

I can sense the influence of postmodernism.

What do you know?

Well, you know.

I see you also found a job that suits you?

Not bad. Who is the author?

Darya Kosygina. Have you heard of her?

Kirill, what are you doing?

Don't touch it.

Kirill, you can't touch them.

I hope we don't have to pay for it.

Please tell me, what's gotten into you?

It's blood.

And this looks like a skull fragment.

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, Yevgenia Dekina. Directed by Vyacheslav Lavrov, Alexander Sozonov.

Creative producer - Valeriy Kochkin. Executive producer - Oksana Furtseva.

Co-producers - Nelli Yaralova, Roman Atanesyan.

Produced by Alexey Moisyev, Oleg Piganov, Yulia Razumovskaya

ACADEMIA

It can't be true!

We'll run the tests, of course. But Dr.Lemke is an expert in this field.

He's rarely wrong.

I have nothing to do with this. I swear!

The painting was brought here like this!

The author of the painting, Darya Kosygina, is a student too?

Yes, yes. These are all final year paintings.

Where did they come from?

The art academy.

- Thank you. - Uh-huh.

Take care.

Here, a souvenir.

- Thank you. - And for me?

For you - no.

What do you have to say about all this, Kirill?

Judging by the skull fragment on the canvas, the person it belongs to is already dead.

Or in critical condition.

Yeah. She's a creative artist, I'll give her that.

By the way, she probably wasn't the one who splashed the blood over the canvas.

The painting could've ended up in the wrong place and at the wrong time.

By the way, Doc is right.

Blood could've gotten on the painting after the paint had dried.

I think we need to visit the art academy.

The painting was brought from there.

Yes, yes, Al...

Really?! Listen, this calls for a celebration!

Get Fedya... Okay. We'll talk at home.

What do you want to celebrate?

My son won a remote mathematics contest.

Now he'll go to Ireland for the intramural tour.

Wow!

Congratulations, colleague!

- Congratulations. - Your son is a brainiac! Cool.

Look, maybe we should all go to Ireland? As a support group.

I'm in.

Ireland? You can't leave Moscow.

It looks like a mourning altar.

Do you think this is our victim?

Excuse me. Do you know who this girl in the portrait is?

Ah. This is Katya Shulgina. A final year student.

She died recently.

Now her classmates are collecting money for her funeral.

What happened?

An accident, they say.

She was riding a bicycle, lost control. Went down the slope.

Straight to the rocks by the river.

When did it happen?

Some tourists found her about a week ago.

They say she had lain there for about two weeks.

Thank you very much.

- You're welcome. - You're welcome.

This is complete madness! Blood?

How did it get there?

That's what we want to ask the author, Darya Kosygina.

But she hasn't studied here for over a month.

Do you have her contacts?

Her address. Maybe her phone number?

Certainly. I'll check with the dean's office.

Darya couldn't hurt anyone.

She is spoiled, it's true, but a murder...

Aside from the deceased girl, did any of the

students or teachers disappear?

Not in my course.

Besides, the entire teaching staff is here.

Thank you.

Ta-da!

I think I found something!

Kirill, do you see this stain?

It's blood.

Maybe it's just paint?

No, Anastasia Vladimirovna.

The paint doesn't dry like this. It's blood!

Blood? How did blood get here?

Calm down, Leonid.

Tell me, where did you keep Kosygina's works?

All of our students' works are kept here, in this studio.

We sent them to the gallery from here.

Three weeks ago.

Who has access to the studio?

Everyone has access to the studio, my students come here most often.

Ta-da! More.

Looks like someone was being dragged here.

Leonid, please find out for sure whether any of the

students or teachers disappeared lately.

Well, the blood trail leads to the window. It's the ground floor.

Apparently, someone dragged the victim to the window and threw them outside.

Then they either jumped out of the window or exited through the main entrance.

Brought the car and took the body away.

Found the author?

Yes. Dasha moved out of the apartment.

But I called her mobile.

She'll be here soon.

Yes.

Anastasia Vladimirovna!

I called all the teachers. None of their students disappeared.

I see. Thank you very much for calling.

Leonid, wait a second. I'll put you on speaker.

So that my colleagues could hear you too.

We're listening.

Could you tell me if this blood... Does it belong to Katya?

That's possible.

But we need to run some tests first.

Where was Katya buried?

She hasn't been buried yet.

Her family has no money for her funeral, so the students are donating.

I wonder why no one noticed Katerina's disappearance.

How long had she been gone?

Two weeks. Don't get me wrong, but we can't track every student.

And her parents?

She has no parents.

Just an aunt and an uncle.

By the way, they came by recently to get her things from the dorm.

Her friends then?

She has no friends at all. Only Dasha Kosygina.

By the way, she was the one who painted that portrait at the entrance.

I see. Thank you very much, Leonid.

When was the last time you talked to Katya?

Four years ago. Four years ago she finished school and left for Moscow.

Then she disappeared.

We'd been trying to find her, of course. But to no avail.

All page corners are turned down.

My little sister does the same.

I'm sorry. Are these all Katya's belongings?

Well, that's all we took from the dorm.

What they found in the forest is in this box.

- This one? - Yes.

Strange... There are no phone numbers in the phone.

She always kept the numbers in her head.

She had a photographic memory, so to speak.

The report says that her face hit the rocks when she fell, but...

All the dents have the same shape.

There are fractures, but there is no swelling.

Someone beat her deliberately. After she died.

God, who would mutilate a girl like that?

Someone who wanted to obstruct the identification.

And left her ID in her pockets?

Here's the cause of death, my friends. She was hit several times in the back of her head.

With what?

Hard to say, but it surely wasn't a knife. The wound is too chaotic.

I think it's a flat object, pointed at the end... but not sharpened.

The killer had to try real hard to pierce the skull.

Listen, you'd better...

Sorry. I believe counselor Zorina asked you to come?

I'm Dasha Kosygina. And this is my father Stanislav Velichko.

The counselor said you wanted to know something about Katya Shulgina's death?

Hello. Stanislav Velichko?

- Counselor Zorina, I suppose? - Yes.

- And you're Darya? - Yes.

- Hello. Can I talk to you for a second? - Hi.

What's going on?

I apologize for asking you to come here.

But the thing is, I need to ask you and Dasha a few questions.

Is this a joke?

What questions? Do you suspect her of something?

I'm Shurik, by the way. I'm the chief chemist here.

Really? So young?

Please! Have you heard of Carina Lammle?

She's 16, and she's already a teacher at the best universities in Germany.

I must be present during the interrogation.

It's not an interrogation. We just need to learn some facts from Katya's biography.

We suspect that Katya could've been killed.

Also, we found Katya's blood and a skull fragment in Dasha's painting.

Dasha?

Have a seat. Take the coffee.

Do you have any ideas on how Katya's blood got on your painting?

No. I haven't seen that painting for a long time.

I dropped out after my mum died.

Why? You had only six months left.

Well, my daughter couldn't study. She faced two tragedies in one month.

First her mother drowned in the pool. She had a seizure.

Then her friend's death. I'm all she's got.

Why are your last names different?

Well, Dasha has Ksenia's last name... her mother's.

After our divorce Ksenia took Dasha.

And I left for London to work.

Anyway, Dasha and I hadn't seen each other for 10 years.

She's changed so much. I didn't even recognize my little girl at first.

Did you paint the portrait of Katya?

I did. She didn't even have any pictures.

Katya had been gone for two weeks.

No one notified the police. You were her only friend.

You didn't even try to find her?

Yes. I should have... I know.

But we had just cremated mum.

Look, Dasha was severely depressed.

Besides... Okay, it doesn't matter. It's not relevant.

Let me decide what is relevant and what is not.

I think you're crossing the line.

Dad, it's okay.

I was trying to commit suicide. It was stupid and thoughtless of me.

Oh, hey!

What do we have here?

- Cheese and grapes! - Yes.

When did you become such a gourmet?

Now we need a bottle of wine.

Well, I didn't dare open your wine.

I don't like dry wine anyway!

- You don't like dry wine, huh? - Nope.

Olya, I don't want to hear you say such things again. Understand?

Nastya, stop treating me like a child.

Anyway, Deniska sent you a whole basket of nice stuff!

Fruit, flowers, chocolate, wine.

- Olya! - Huh?

Who allowed you to open my present?

Well, it's not my fault you're at work all day.

I came home, there was no food. So I had something.

Don't sweat it, you and Denis won't last anyway.

What makes you think Denis and I won't last?

Well, I thought it was temporary.

Until the doctor stops playing hard to get.

Okay. No cheese. And no more grapes!

There's milk in the fridge and corn flakes in the cupboard.

Nastya.

Nastya what? Bon Appetit!

Nastya, I'm... I'm sorry, I just took a piece of cheese, no big deal.

I'm... I'm sorry, Olya.

I should be the one apologizing.

Such tenderness.

- I guess I just missed you. - Me too.

Have the cheese and the grapes. I don't mind, really.

He also wrote a love letter.

Go ahead, tear it open already.

It's an invitation.

Where?

I don't know. Some kind of reception.

Denis? Hi.

I got your present. Yes. Thank you so much.

I really like it.

That genius delivered the basket to your neighbors first.

Denis, tell me...

What kind of reception is this?

You'll know in due time. It's full dress.

There's a strict dress code. Okay! Gotta go! See you tomorrow!

Yes, b... bye.

Are you actually going?

I don't know. It would be weird to refuse. Right?

Uh-huh.

If he invites you to his place after, will that be weird to refuse as well?

Olya, take that book of yours, go and do your homework! Come on.

How can I do my homework when there are passions running high?

Do you like him?

I mean Denis.

What about the doctor?

Doctor? Our relationship is professional.

Kind of... Friendly.

Sure.

- Go do your homework, okay? - Yep.

You're late.

Overslept?

Yeah.

What happened? You look like hell.

Conscription?

I see.

No big deal.

I can get a good spot for you.

Do you want to serve in Leningrad?

In Piter, grandpa!

- In Leningrad. - Who cares!

I just don't wanna lose my job.

No one's forcing you to lose your job!

You'll serve and come back, you'll work again.

Shura! They're asking for you at the laboratory.

Ohh... Did someone die?

What's that?

A draft notice? Are you enlisted?

Wait, what about our forensic science?

It's kind of like an alternative service.

What? Alternative service?

The Academy has nothing to do with the Army.

Come on, it's no big deal. Zorina will fix everything.

Why would she? You think she needs me?

She'll find another expert.

The blood belongs to Katya. No doubt.

It's a 100% match to the DNA of the body.

I found traces of paint in the wound.

Paint?

Oil-based.

There was dried paint on the murder weapon.

Perhaps the killer used one of the tools in the studio.

Brushes, you mean?

Sure, Ed, brushes.

We're dealing with a master of murder, who can kill a person with a brush.

Calm down, boys.

I made a 3D model of the murder weapon, and it's not a brush.

It's a palette knife.

By the way, I checked Katya's phone. Incoming and outcoming calls.

Familiar faces. Dasha, Ksenia, Leonid.

And one Irina Sycheva.

Who last called Katya and when?

The last call was made three weeks ago at 11 pm by Leonid Vyatkin.

It's the master.

I wonder what he wanted with his student at 11 pm?

Okay. By my count, Katya died three weeks ago.

We must talk to him again.

When was this picture taken?

Three weeks ago. Just before the exhibition.

Uh-huh.

There's Dasha's painting on the right, closer to the window.

Shurik, turn it 45 degrees, please.

Leonid, did you know you were the last person who called Katya before she died?

Three weeks ago. At 11 pm.

Well, yes, maybe.

I try to keep in touch with my students.

By the way, they can call me whenever they want too.

Where were you that night?

In my office. Writing a report for the dean.

Until 12 pm.

Alright, Leonid, I'd like you to leave the room.

We'll be conducting an investigative experiment.

Just please don't break anything.

And be careful with the canvases.

Don't worry. We're not going to destroy anything.

So. Let's play a game. Lemke...

You are the killer.

I'm sorry, Oksa, but you're the victim.

I'll make a video. Go.

Okay.

Judging by the angle of the blood spatter, the killer hit from behind.

Katya was probably looking at Dasha's painting.

The killer sneaks up on her and...

And... This is so Hitchcock.

No, not like this.

At this angle, the skull fragments wouldn't have gotten on the canvas.

Yes, that's right.

Maybe she heard a noise and turned around?

Right.

She turned around, and the killer hit her!

Where's the pallette knife? What happened to it?

I don't know.

Maybe it was discarded, or washed and put back with the other tools.

Nastya. Can I talk to you for a second?

Can I have an early lunch break today?

Kirill. Do you need Shurik?

No. Not anymore.

Hi.

Oh, hi!

I wasn't expecting your call.

Yeah, I... Dasha, I understand it's not a good time to ask you out, and...

No, it's alright. I need a distraction anyway.

Otherwise I'll go crazy with this whole story.

This is for you.

It's a pleasant surprise.

Wanna take a walk?

Okay.

Okay.

Can I be on this side though?

If the girl is on the right, the date doesn't go well. Kind of a superstition.

Okay.

Is it true that Katya was killed?

Judging by the evidence, yes.

What evidence?

Dasha, I can't tell you that.

Don't worry. We'll find out who did this.

It's just that...

I'm scared they'll kill me too.

Dasha. Between you and me!

We suspect that Katya was killed in the studio.

At the institute?

Yes. And it was someone she knew.

Well, maybe not, I mean...

Katya didn't know many people.

She had one friend... I was the only one who knew about him.

But I didn't mention it because I was in shock.

I couldn't think clearly.

Who is this friend?

Well? When will we see each other again?

Well, tomorrow. You're giving a lecture at the institute.

No. That's not what I meant.

I don't think we should see each other on a regular basis.

So it was just sex? A one-time thing?

No, it's just that you're our teacher. What if they catch us?

Where did you get this?

Dasha Kosygina gave it to me.

She also told me that Katya had serious money problems.

She had a tiring night job, it was getting in the way of her studies.

So she came up with a little scam, or so she thought:

she decided to seduce the master of the course.

She recorded this. And gave this to her friend.

Just in case. Did you and Yekaterina had a relationship?

Yes.

She was blackmailing you?

Yes.

For how long?

Since the second year or so.

Oh, two years? That's serious.

And then you finally lost patience?

No. You shouldn't draw such conclusions.

I didn't kill her! I'd never lay a finger on her!

Why did you let her blackmail you for so long? It put your career at risk.

Fine. As you wish. Don't answer. You have the right.

Write.

We need you to sign an undertaking not to leave Moscow.

Fine.

What do you want me to write?

Fill out the form. It's self-explanatory.

Wow! Nastya, you look stunning!

Oh, thank you.

A date?

Yes.

Okay, show me the result, and I'll go.

- Okay, okay... - Fine.

- Oksa, go ahead. - Uh-huh.

Well, just like we thought... The killer came from behind.

Katya was facing Kosygina's painting.

In front of the... Um... Kosygina's...

And... Nastya?

Yes.

Yes, I can see it.

But in the reconstruction the killer hits with the right hand. How accurate is it?

Well, judging by the angle, the killer stabbed with the right hand.

Yes. But Leonid is left-handed.

Besides, the killer in the reconstruction is shorter.

Well, I don't know. Maybe he was angry.

Didn't realize what he was doing.

Grabbed the first thing that came to hand - a pallette knife.

Why did you catch it with your right hand?

I don't know, reflex.

Exactly! Reflex!

You're right handed. It was easier for you to catch it with your right hand.

Same with the killer. They grabbed the palette knife fast, without thinking.

With the hand they use at work.

It means someone else was after Katya.

Well, I don't know, if it's not Leonid, then we don't have any leads at all.

We're stuck.

Alright. I'm running late.

Everyone is dismissed. We'll continue tomorrow.

- Nastya. - Yes?

You are beautiful today.

Thank you, Kirill.

If I got a compliment from you, then I really am beautiful.

Damn.

Yes, yes, Al.

Of course, I'm on my way. Yes.

Who are you chatting with?

A friend.

- What friend? - Dasha.

Dasha Velichko?

No. Dasha Kosygina.

You shouldn't tell Nastya.

She won't take it kindly. It's not appropriate to have a relationship with a witness.

Dr.Lemke, Dasha and her father are leaving for London tomorrow.

She just wants to know how it ends.

By the way, I found out who Irina Sycheva is.

Who's Sycheva?

Well, the woman from Katya's outcoming calls.

Don't you think it's strange that Katya didn't socialize with anyone? Even her classmates.

He kept calling some woman.

Anyway, Irina Sycheva is a neighbor... of Dasha's mum, Ksenia Kosygina.

We should talk to her.

Thanks.

What do you see in these paintings?

I don't know. There's something about them.

Yeah. At least it's better than the garbage we saw at the exhibition.

That's what I'm talking about.

But it feels like these works were ignored on purpose.

And Dasha's painting was exhibited instead.

Well...

No wonder, when you have a rich mum with connections.

Don't, okay?

Dasha doesn't need connections! I think she's a talented enough artist.

What matters is that Dasha's painting led us to a murder.

So she has already played her part.

Dr.Lemke, you're starting to sound like Zorina.

It's a beautiful evening, Denis. Thank you.

All I do is work... All these investigations.

You know, Nastya, I... I'd be happy to see you every night.

I also wanted to tell you that you look incredibly beautiful today.

Thanks.

Here, glasses in our hands, we're like students.

Nice weather.

What? What? Ouch. Oh...

Your heel.

Easy, easy, easy.

Easy, easy, easy.

Here, here.

For good luck.

Look.

Well? Now I'm a not-so-beautiful limping girl!

And now, I'll carry...

The most beautiful girl! The best girl!

You're my knight in shining armor!

My shoes though.

Did you know that I'm a shoe expert?

What?

Yes. A shoe expert.

Come again.

A shoe expert.

I find it hard to believe.

Nastya. Let's go to my place.

And! Whoop!

Whoop! To the car!

Okay. Watch your head.

- Don't! - Whoop!

There you go.

Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five...

Doctor, what are you counting?

Okay. One, two, three, four, five...

Good morning.

Good morning.

Ready to work?

The date went well, I see?

I found a few pecularities here.

What pecularities?

First, the muscle structure indicates that

Katya wasn't an athletic person.

And everyone keeps saying she was into cycling.

Also, Katya has thirty teeth.

What's peculiar about that?

They often remove two teeth to fix the bite.

But the procedure is quite expensive.

And Katya's relatives don't even have money for her funeral.

So she paid for the teeth with Mikhail's money.

Maybe.

By the way, are you going to interrogate Irina?

Who's Irina?

Dasha always looked down on Katya.

Because of her financial situation?

Of course.

Did Katya envy her?

On the contrary! She was patient.

She tolerated Dasha's behavior. All those jokes.

They only had a fight once.

And they made up soon.

Dasha's father said that Ksenia had had a seizure in the pool.

Yes. I was really surprised. Ksenia hadn't had a seizure in over two years.

Why did Ksenia and Stas divorce?

Stas cheated on Ksenia with a 15-year-old schoolgirl.

Ksenia even wanted to sue him, but that girl refused to testify.

Were Katya and Kosygin that close?

Yes, very. The girls even looked like sisters.

And Katya was very supportive of Dasha when her mum died.

She was the first to see her in the hospital.

Hospital?

You know, right after Ksenia's cremation Dasha took some pills

from her mum's purse the police gave her.

These pills are a strong sedative prescribed by Ksenia's doctor.

Dasha mentioned that she had attempted to commit suicide.

Well, even if she did, she changed her mind just in time.

She was home alone. And she called an ambulance.

Though she was practically paralyzed.

Paralyzed?

I thought it was strange too.

But Dasha said it was the diagnosis the doctor had made.

Excuse me, Vitaliy Lomov?

Anastasia Zorina, the investigative committee.

About a month ago, a girl with an overdose was admitted here, Darya Kosygina, remember?

Do you know how many patients I see every day? Can't remember all of them.

Overdose, poisoning and what not.

Doctor, it was a special case. She was paralyzed after taking a sedative.

Ah, yes! I remember that.

Strange girl.

Tried to convince me she had taken too much phenazepam.

Even asked me to take her blood sample.

But it was a muscle relaxant.

Ah. Relaxant. Uh-huh, I see...

A very strong one. Fentanol.

So did you take her blood sample? Do you still have it?

Sorry, I have to go. My patients are waiting. Talk to the head nurse.

Okay. Thank you.

Uh-huh...

Well, colleagues? It's a relaxant.

Why did Dasha insist that she had taken sedatives?

What if Ksenia's death was accidental?

What if she didn't know that she was taking a relaxant?

Stas had a motive. He wanted to get his daughter back.

No. Stas lives abroad.

And Ksenia's killer is someone who knew her really well.

And who had access to her personal things.

Who could easily swap the pills.

Irina?

No, I doubt it was Irina.

They were friends. Besides, Katya often stayed at Kosygins'.

Hold on. Katya?

Do you think Katya could kill Ksenia?

She could!

Based on my analysis of this strange painting.

Wow, cool!

Colleagues, do you see what these three paintings have in common?

A feeling of anxiety.

If you look at this strange painting in a professional way,

from my point of view, which is psychoanalytical,

you can say these works belong to a neurotic person.

That's right. I agree.

What if Dasha wasn't going to kill herself?

What if she was going to take sedatives, but took the relaxants instead?

The bottle was among Ksenia's things the police took from the gym.

Then they gave it to Dasha.

The killer simply couldn't get them back.

But Katya didn't expect Dasha to take the pills.

And Dasha realized that her mother had been killed.

And of course she realized that it was Katya.

Here is the motive.

Revenge for her mother's death.

Makes sense.

It doesn't.

Take my word for it! I've been talking to Dasha.

She would never commit such a crime!

Hold on, Shurik. What do you mean - you've been talking to Dasha?

She's our witness. And now a suspect!

What did you talk about?

She wanted to know how the search for her best friend's killer was going.

Yes. She was worried for her safety.

By the way, if I hadn't talked to her,

we'd never have revealed that blackmail story.

Shurik, she was just manipulating you!

She intentionally told you about Leonid, to mislead the investigation.

Hi, Dasha.

Hello.

Can I sit?

Of course, go ahead.

Have you found Katya's killer?

No, Dasha, we haven't.

What about Leonid?

Leonid is innocent.

We are absolutely sure about this.

Check Leonid again.

You chose a very unusual way to commit suicide.

The doctor said that you had taken a muscle relaxant.

What are you driving at?

You didn't want to commit suicide.

Two accidents in the last month.

Dasha, do you think someone could deliberately

put relaxants in your mother's pill bottle?

Oh God.

Who would do such a thing?

Katya, for instance.

She envied you.

She envied that your mother was doing everything for you.

Why would Katya kill someone over such a stupid thing?

Maybe she had another motive?

That we didn't know about. But you did.

You put two and two together. And decided to take revenge.

Am I missing something?

Alright, go on, keep making things up.

I'm leaving for London today, I need to pack my stuff.

Uh-huh.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

So Dasha is, in fact, Katya!

Katya killed the real Dasha and took her place. Do you know how I know?

Dasha's book pages were turned down.

That's what Katya used to do. Plus Kirill's discovery.

Her muscle structure is not one of a cyclist. So.

I gave Ed Katya's mineral water bottle.

So that he compared the saliva sample with the blood we found in the hospital.

So here's the working theory.

First, Katya killed Ksenia. She put the relaxant in her pill bottle.

Made it look like an accident.

Yes. The real Dasha would never invite her father to her mother's

cremation after she learned the truth about their divorce.

And of course the real Dasha would never move to London with such a father.

So, Dasha takes the relaxant and realizes everything.

Then she wants to talk to Katya late at night at the studio.

And Katya is forced to kill her.

She kills her, takes her body out of town, smashes her face

beyond recognition and plants her documents on her.

Katya hasn't shown up at the institute since then.

This Dasha's DNA and the DNA of the Dasha from the hospital don't match.

But the blood from the hospital is identical to the victim's DNA. "Katya"'s body is the real Dasha.

That's it. I'm calling Stas.

He's not picking up.

Where's Shurik?

Too bad it has to be like this.

We just met.

Come on.

By the time you return, I'll be back from the Army. So we'll see each other.

Deal.

Yes, Anastasia Vladimirovna.

No. They just left. Why?

Are you sure?! Damn!

Hey, boy, what are you doing?

- Are you crazy? - She's not your daughter!

Dad, we'll miss the flight.

Her name is Katya Shulgina. And she killed Dasha and Ksenia.

He's nuts. A sane person wouldn't throw themselves in front of a car!

Wait. I understand you haven't seen your daughter in ten years.

Yes, you could've made a mistake...

But I'm sure that deep down you knew she was not your daughter!

You just wanted to believe her.

Yekaterina Shulgina!

You are charged with the murders of Ksenia and Darya Kosygina

and with assuming the identity of Darya Kosygina.

Yes... Wait, wait!

Someone tell me what's going on!

So you'll arrest me, then what? You have no proof!

I'm not involved in these murders!

We can't prove you killed them, but we have the evidence for assuming an identity.

And that's a criminal act. Hands off!

Assuming an identity? You killed Dasha and Ksenia!

Who needs your Dasha anyway?

Pathetic and mediocre!

Katya, enough. Your pictures aren't worth human lives!

How do you know?

How can the world see my talent, if I can't even get my works to the exhibition?

Face it, Shurik!

In this world, you can't achieve anything in an honest way.

You are a talented chemist! And they are forcing you into the Army!

And I'm... I'm a genius! And they're taking me to prison! Is it fair?!

Listen, I really am sorry about this whole thing with Dasha, or Katya...

Dasha.

Hey.

Hi.

Guys, I'd like to talk to our hero. Alone.

Let's go! Get well!

Yep.

Hang in there, soldier.

Yeah, see you at the office soon.

Good job, Shurik.

I had to do something.

I almost ruined the whole thing.

Shurik, now listen to me.

I can't promise you'll avoid conscription.

But I promise we will stall for as long as possible.

The last day of conscription is July 15th. Right?

We'll think of something. I promise.

Ed, damn it! Big mouth... I asked him...

No. It wasn't Ed.

It was Dr.Lemke. You didn't ask him, right?

Anastasia Vladimirovna, why do you need all this?

Why whould you go through all this trouble for me?

What do you mean - why? I can't lose such a talented expert-chemist.

Who, among other things, throws himself in front of cars in order to find a criminal.

Besides, I'm Zorina. And the Zorins take care of its own!