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Where am I supposed to keep pastries then?

The fridge in the doctor's lounge is full.

There are GPs and surgeons. Ugh, putting their fingers everywhere.

Also cardiologists, urologists, traumatologists...

Will you ever learn? Coffee without cream is bad for your skin!

- Oh, right, the cream. - Yeah.

I like it here. Peace, quiet.

Misha, where are you? Someone's screaming in the intensive care unit!

There's a fight! He ran out the back!

Cover the exit!

Blockhead! Why are you here?

I go here, you go through the kitchen!

Call the police!

Yeah, Stepanych...

A quiet shift, damn it!

Give the coat to the police.

Let the dogs smell it. Maybe they'll pick up a trail.

Dogs?

What dogs? Now that you've put your hands everywhere!

Alright, Misha, call them. Come on.

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 Moiseev, Oleg Piganov, Yulia Razumovskaya

ACADEMIA

Tell me, Zorina, have you ever had a gumboil?

I have. Twice, when I was little. Nasty stuff.

See, and I have it all the time. Brain gumboil!

Yuriy Kuzmich, it's not possible.

- What's that? - It's not possible.

Oh, it is, Zorina.

Some people here keep telling me: not my profile, not my area of expertise...

It's a minor case.

I never said that.

I know. I know.

But others did! So I tell them - and you, while we're at it...

We have no minor cases! Understand? None at all!

A person's fate is behind every case.

- Is that clear? - Yes.

And what's wrong with this case?

- Which one? - Well...

This one?

Yes. The one you gave me.

Well, nothing.

A regular case. A regular criminal case.

Well, go. Get to work.

With pleasure.

Goodbye.

So there's no dead body again, am I right? The woman is alive?

Would you like her to be dead?

No, just... What does it have to do with us?

Alright: Olga Lyamina, twenty-five years old.

They hit her in the head in the stairwell, by her apartment.

Very strange for a burglar. The neighbors could've seen it.

Denis? Something urgent?

Can I talk to Oksa?..

Can't you see we're in a meeting?

Take a seat. We'll be finished soon.

Lyamina was brought to the trauma unit 6 by ambulance. Had a surgery.

Now she's on the mend.

That's great.

But I agree with Kirill: what does it have to do with us?

Yesterday someone attempted to kill Olga Lyamina in the hospital.

Wait. You said she was alive?

Yes. She is.

But perhaps the robbery was staged. An attempt to disguise a murder.

This is all very tragic. But there is no dead body.

Let the district department handle it.

It's not our profile.

Beg your pardon, Doctor?

Not our area of expertise.

This is a minor criminal case.

Ed. We have no minor criminal cases.

Every case is a person's fate.

Is that clear?

If you're finished, can I talk to Oksa?

Anastasia Vladimirovna, do you mind?

No. I don't.

Well, we're leaving. We'll need Oksa too.

So don't keep her long, please.

Yes, sure. Good luck.

I'll call you.

- Yes. - Sure.

Don't be long.

Anyway, don't keep me long, handsome.

Tell me, do you want to go to prison?

Me?

You have a real chance to go there for five years.

Thought it wasn't you who hacked the database.

Why are you covering him up?

Well, guesses aren't facts.

Alright, you will tell me everything right now. And change your testimony.

Why would I do that?

Don't you understand? He doesn't need your sacrifice!

He doesn't care about it.

"He" who?

Oksa, enough.

Well, Varya, our nurse, screamed, he ran out of the ward.

We chased him, obviously. He was wearing a white coat and a mask.

And his height?

I don't know, average.

Well, taller than Varya for sure.

Like Mishanya, I guess.

Mishanya?

No, taller.

- So taller or like Mishanya? - Taller.

Uh-huh.

Well, what can I say?

Clean bed sheets, disinfected. An exemplary hospital.

What now?

No epithelium, no bodily excretions, no smells... Nothing.

There was no camera in the hallway, so I had to do it the old-fashioned way.

Average height, average build.

Uh-huh.

- Hello. - Hi.

Are you looking for evidence? The head physician sent me.

I'm sorry, who are you?

I was the one who saw the criminal. I'm Varya. The nurse.

Uh-huh.

Varya, do you, by any chance, watch detective series?

Varya, why did you change the bed sheets?

You changed the sheets?

I told the matron, but she insisted. "Hygiene". These are the rules.

Hygiene... You should take care of your security instead.

Varya, have you already been questioned?

Yep.

Is there anything else you have to say?

No.

Yes.

Organic material, blood.

Fingernail scrapings.

Whose?

Mine. I scratched him when I was fighting him yesterday.

Varya, you're a genius!

Of course. DNA samples! How did you know?

I do watch detective series.

Varya, tell me, does he look like the suspect?

He does. Let me make copies.

I'll hang it at the entrance, give it to the nurses. Just in case.

I'd be grateful.

Why "forbidden"? We want to see our friend. Step away.

There's no friend in there. There are people working.

And "forbidden" means "not allowed".

What is that?

Alright...

That's it.

Who are you?

Where is Olga?

Junior counselor of justice Anastasia Zorina.

We're here to see Olga.

It's not possible at the moment. Who are you?

We work together.

Really? Now that's interesting. Can I talk to you?

Of course you can.

How long have you been working together?

Not long. Six months.

She came from Siberia.

Omsk or Tomsk - something like that...

But certainly not Pskov or Yaroslavl.

What makes you so sure?

Because I'm from Pskov and she's from Yaroslavl.

Does Lyamina have a boyfriend?

Of course she does!

A permanent one?

Well, who needs a permanent one? He's like...

Like what?

Well, you know, some kind of boyfriend.

We just don't know anything about him.

Are you sure he exists?

Well, a woman is supposed to have a boyfriend these days.

A week ago, she got in some car after work.

Anyway, a man was driving that car.

Please. Married men don't drive such cars.

What do you know about married men?

More than you do.

Excuse me, girls. Thank you.

Yes.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, I didn't find the criminal's blood on Lyamina's clothes.

I took a sample from the hospital, good material, by the way.

White blood cells 7, protein 70, glucose 3.5.

Slightly increased erythrocyte sedimentation rate.

Yes, but this is normal. Not critical.

Perhaps it's the increased thickness of blood. It often happens in such cases.

What cases?

Her HCG level is 300!

HCG? What is that?

Human chorionic gonadotrophin.

And what does it mean when this HCG is 300?

It means approximately the third week of pregnancy.

Ed, are you sure?

Blood, as one of the liquid elements of the internal

environment, is the first to react to pregnancy.

So even at early stages, pregnancy

blood tests can be quite reliable.

Even if the blood is from a finger?

Even if it's from a heel.

Thank you, Ed.

So Lyamina didn't tell her friends about the pregnancy.

Though, you know, I wouldn't tell such friends anything either.

She was three weeks pregnant.

Maybe she didn't even know she was pregnant.

And if she did, this mysterious oligarch of hers

is the first who falls under suspicion.

Right away.

Maybe he was married. Maybe she was blackmailing him.

And he decided to get rid of all the problems this way!

At once! What do you think?

I'm thinking - a boy or a girl?

What do you mean?

Well, is Lyamina having a boy or girl?

Oksa. Wake up!

We need to find Lyamina's lover! And you're thiking about children.

I don't know. I'd rather think about children.

OK. We need to find the lover. How?

I have an idea.

Look... "Ardan" company.

This is where Lyamina used to work.

And about a week ago she got in a car.

Somewhere here, see?

See the blue sign?

What is it?

A bank.

Yes, Oksa, that's right, a bank! And what's in a bank?

Well, money, gold, diamonds.

That's right, what else?

A modern security system. Surveillance cameras, look.

Oh! Right!

What about the DNA test?

In process.

Anything new on the blood?

B positive. One of the most common.

Hepatitis B and C, HIV, Wasserman's reaction - all negative.

She's healthy.

No leads yet?

Doctor.

You should study the X-ray of Lyamina's skull. The pictures of the injury.

Maybe then you could determine the type of impact. And we'd have a lead.

Determine the type of impact by a picture? Nonsense!

Oh, right. I forgot. All you need is dead bodies!

That's the only kind of people you can communicate with!

Yes, because dead bodies don't lie! Unlike some living people.

I meant our work, of course.

- This is a paradox. Follow me. - Doctor!

Doctor!

Victoria Gnatiuk was looking for you! Asked me to give you this.

Yeah. Not very good news.

What happened?

Vika scheduled more lectures for me.

What lectures?

I see. She wants to keep you on a leash?

And who's going to work on the investigation?

I'll talk to her myself.

Nastya!

Here. Look. What is it?

Four classes just for tomorrow!

Only four?

Don't you know Lemke has duties at the university as well?

Not just the investigative committee?

- I'm not trying to evade my duties. - See?

I think in this case the university can wait.

These are extra classes.

We go along with his staff schedule, more or less.

But overtime - I think it's too much.

Can we find a compromise?

You know, I think it's the investigation that should wait.

Kirill has a full-time job here.

And only a part-time at this committee of yours.

Kirill is a highly valuable employee at our investigation committee.

And you know that perfectly well, Victoria.

If it's professional jealousy!..

What?

We need to look for a killer!

And a killer won't wait for Kirill to finish his lectures!

You know, there's absolutely no point in raising your voice.

Try to learn how to ask first.

And only then give orders, Anastasia Vladimirovna.

You'll find it very useful.

Fine, fine.

We're asking you, please. Good enough?

Good enough.

But you know, this time there's really nothing I can do.

The order was signed by the administration.

Last night...

TGIF... Pull up your dresses...

What?

TGIF... Pull up your dresses...

Time to relax, help us, Friday.

Don't you know? This is the mantra of office workers.

Is it Friday already?

Well, the mantra can work any other day... Wednesday, for instance.

It's still Wednesday?

Not really. Actually, it's Tuesday. But if you feel like it...

Yes! Yes! Look!

Aksenov Konstantin Arkadievich. 48 years old. Trading company... "Ardan".

CEO. Married, two children.

"Ardan"! Of course! "Ardan"! CEO!

Well, yeah, "Ardan", CEO. So?

Are you serious? This is where Olga Lyamina used to work.

He pciked her up from work last Friday!

Ah... An office affair?

Or taking advantage of employment status.

Yeah... What a life...

So how about Friday?

What Friday?

TGIF.

Isn't it Tuesday?

Yeah!

Stop it right now! These are outrageous speculations!

Konstantin Arkadievich, these are facts.

I love Olechka, okay?

I love her!

So much that you didn't want anyone to see you together. Were you embarrassed?

Don't you get it? I'm her boss, she's my subordinate.

I'm married.

And people these days are very envious and big-mouthed...

And two-faced.

Actually, I was going to divorce in the nearest future.

I've just come back from a business trip!

By the way, just before I left, Olga and I made a decision.

We came to the conclusion that we should wait a little longer.

Until everyone could see that she's pregnant?

What?

Why are you so surprised? Don't you know love can bring children?

No.

I mean, I do...

Olga is pregnant?

Shall I bring you the test results?

Why didn't she tell me?

I'm sorry, what is your name?

Anastasia Vladimirovna.

Nastya, thank you very much!

Tell me, is the baby okay?

The baby is fine.

It's definitely not him.

Unexpected news about fatherhood is an intense psychological experience.

You can't lie. Whether you're happy or not.

He's happy! So it's not him.

Ed says Aksenov's DNA doesn't match the scrapings from under our nurse's nails.

He has nothing to do with it.

Maybe he hired someone?

He is happy! Look at him.

Please. Men lie so desperately sometimes.

Come on. Not when children are involved.

If you don't have any more questions for me, I'll go see Olechka at the hospital.

I do.

Did your wife know about this relationship?

She didn't have the slightest reason. Motive, as you say.

So did she?

No.

Our marriage became a formality long ago. Besides, she has a long-term boyfriend.

Why would she attack Olechka?

By the way, you should check these trolls! That's right!

I'm sorry, who?

Olechka had a blog, they were writing her, threatening her.

- Alright. - Yeah.

You must check them! Her nickname is... Lyamka.

OK, found the profile... Lyamka Lyamka.

- Lyamka? - Yep.

Is this a pseudonym?

Yes, a nickname.

- Ah. Online nickname Lyamka! - Uh-huh.

Hold on, this is interesting!

You know, in my opinion, a person with such a nickname can suffer

from social hyper-responsibility for the lives of many people.

Mostly strangers.

Think about it. What is "lyamka"?

Burlatskaya lyamka!

What's so funny? Lyamka! Lyamka!

So I have every reason to assume that...

Cut it out, Doc! It's just her last name. Lyamina.

- Really? - Yep.

Well... That option is possible. Yes.

It's good enough.

But mine is rather beautiful.

By the way, you were right about hyper-responsibility.

Our Lyamka has over a thousand friends.

Her posts made the top several times.

Okay, now let's see, the last post was on Wednesday.

- Wednesday? - Yeah.

- That's 2 days before the assault. - Yeah.

I simply fell in love! He's married.

There was nothing I could do! Why is it forbidden to love?

Even for all these minorities - why?

They are humans too, they love too! Humans live to love, to understand.

Finding your soulmate is the most important thing.

What difference does it make if they are married or the same sex as you?

People, love each other! To hell with all the prejudices and prohibitions.

And what about threats?

After such a post - for sure. 852 comments... Let's see. Bingo!

"Don't force feed us your insecurities, drama queen!"

"...Look what happens when chicks don't get any." OK, it's nothing...

You think it's nothing?

You think it's OK to say that to a woman?

Look, in a blog it's practically gallantry.

OK. Check it out, the heavy stuff.

"Shut your mouth! Burn in hell!"

"We know where you live, where you work and who you are."

"We'll wash away your blasphemy with your blood, you liberal scum. We're coming!"

Now this is a threat to cause

death and bodily harm.

This is Article 119 of the Criminal Code.

Tell me, can you track them somehow?

I can log in with the user's password.

There should be IP addresses. I'll give it a try, if you want.

Please do.

Well, Kirill, you wanted a dead body, right? Now you have it.

Can't say that I'm happy. But I'm professionally interested.

Same as Lyamina?

Looks like. The body was found at the door of the apartment.

Get in.

Similar indeed.

Kirill, are you done?

Yes. Done.

An unforgettable night with a dead body, as always?

Are you still mad at me?

Fine. Look.

I can't say the injuries are identical, but they are clearly similar.

The impact characteristics are similar.

The angle, the spot, the depth of penetration.

So Lyamina and this man were hit by the same person?

Yes.

Most importantly, in both cases the blow was made with

a heavy object with a jagged surface.

Like?

Like steak hammer.

Judging by the results of the autopsy, his health is excellent. Was.

Vadim Kazantsev, 30 years old, master of sports and coach of a junior track and field team.

Yes, his health really is excellent.

The athlete is clearly heterosexual.

Such juicy details.

According to the widow!

She says he was a perfectly healthy guy, milk and blood.

Despised homosexuals.

So the homophobic maniac theory is falling apart?

I didn't find any milk in his blood.

But I did find something else.

Your perfectly healthy heterosexual athlete is HIV-positive.

Why are you so obssessed with this homophobic killer theory, huh?

What do you mean - why? Lyamina posted about defending minorities.

First of all, Lyamina was defending her right to love. And she loved a married man.

What does it have to do with our athlete?

It's clearly not him.

But maybe he wasn't without sin too? Who knows where he got HIV.

You think our killer considered themselves a medical orderly of the society?

I don't know yet.

One thing is certain - these attacks have similar pattern.

What about the motive?

We must look for it.

Another detail - the attacks were disguised as regular robberies.

So the killer knows that cold homicide cases hardly ever get closed.

And there are lots of those.

Ah, Zorina, what is this?

Just like in a Griboyedov comedy.

"Woe from Wit". Have you seen it?

I read it.

Anyway. I gave you a regular, routine criminal case.

Do you hear me? Regular.

And then, out of nowhere...

Maniacs! Serial killers!

What is this?

Is it a fruit of your academicians' imagination?

Colonel, what if it really is a series? Look.

Three similar attacks. One is exactly like ours: a blow to the back of the head in the staircase.

A woman was killed.

- When? - 3 weeks ago.

3 weeks ago?

Do you know what this means?

You do.

Exhumation. Exhumation.

But what if it's a mistake?

We'll sound the alarm.

And then they won't just forget this case.

And what if it really is a serial killer?

There are the same occipital injuries

on the exhumed sample as on the previous examinees.

In all cases, the hammer was in the same hand.

OK. Here... Just a second.

Nadezhda Lazhko, 27 years old.

Salesperson, not married. Not socially active.

Didn't defend anyone. Often donated blood. Member of the donor movement.

According to the contract with a transplantology center,

after her death her heart and liver were used for transplantation.

By the way, I checked her for HIV - negative.

So she wasn't defending minorities, didn't have AIDS.

Why did he kill her?

So, my friends...

What do we have on the alleged series of murders?

We have three victims. And we don't know what they have in common yet.

What do you mean we don't? Steak hammer and the type of injuries.

Their blood type.

B positive.

The criminal has the same. That's what the DNA from the scrapings indicates.

Maybe he's a vampire?

Vampires are a myth.

But a mental abnormality called hematophilia is not a myth, but a reality.

It means getting sexual satisfaction from tasting or seeing your partner's blood.

Eww.

Sorry about the details.

Does our mythical vampire have a specific taste?

Why a particular blood type?

A blood type is not a taste, it's medical characteristics.

Certain indications. Am I right, Ed?

Uh-huh. Progression of some conditions, transfusion, transplantation.

OK, contraindications...

Systemic blood diseases: leukemia, anemia.

Anyway, it's unlikely that a vampire would be interested in a blood type.

Stop! Are you serious right now? About this vampire thing.

Are you saying there is a person who kills people and drinks their blood?

He didn't drink blood.

He just needed donor organs. A heart in particular.

Why a heart?

Because with liver or kidney transplant, death of the donor isn't necessary.

But a heart transplant is only possible when the brain is dead.

So he hit them all. In the head.

Oksa, I need the heart transplant waiting list

from the transplantology center.

OK.

Wait, what about... the HIV-positive athlete?

His heart was not suitable.

What if the killer didn't know about HIV?

Such diagnoses are kept in strict confidence.

I don't understand. Do I make the lists or not?

Yes.

Zakharevich.

Yes. Nina Zakharevich.

Congenital heart defect.

She's one of eight people with priority in the transplant waiting list.

She was moved down the list several times... How should I know?

We should ask them, Yuriy Kuzmich!

Yes, her father.

Former colonel. Tankman. Fought in Afghan.

Has one "Order of the Red Banner" and two "For Courage" medals!

A serious man. Yes.

I don't know. But I think I could.

I sent the group to his address, I'll go to the hospital to see his daughter.

Yuriy Kuzmich. Of course, we will be careful.

Thank you.

Kirill, could you?

What?

Kill. For the life of your child.

Kirill.

What?

Nothing.

Yes, cancel the address. He's here in the hospital. Come here asap.

Colonel, wait.

Junior counselor of justice Zorina Anastasia Vladimirovna.

I have a question for you.

I have questions for you, junior counselor.

Tell me what's going on!

My daughter needs a heart transplant.

And all this "favors" get in our way all the time.

But I...

What the hell are you doing here? You have real work to do!

Thieves everywhere!

- We... - Last name.

Lemke.

Also justice?

A pathologist.

What?

She will live, do you hear me? She will live!

I'll find her a heart. I'd give her mine!

But I'm too old. I'll find it.

I won't leave her. She will live.

Do you understand? Vulture!

- Dad, who is it? Dad? - My little girl.

The soldiers must've loved him.

A man like him would tear your head off and tear your heart out for his men, if needed.

A true father.

Colonel, I'm afraid you have to come with us.

The grounds?

I have a few questions for you.

Go ahead, ask them.

Let me decide how to conduct an investigation. Get your things.

Dad, what's going on?

Doctor, do you have a daughter, a son?

A son.

This one wouldn't understand. Too young.

Serving her best. See where my daughter is? Do you know why?

I do.

So? Do you think I'll leave her?

And just go with you?

You're obstructing justice.

Are you gonna put me in jail? You!

- Please. - Little brat.

How did you get your shoulder straps, took an exam? Do you know how I got mine?

Dad! Dad...

It's all right, little girl. I'm staying with you.

Nina, do you know Mikhail?

Misha...

Let's wait in the hallway.

Come on.

They are very beautiful.

Nina, I have to leave. Business trip.

Of course. Since it's a business trip...

Nina, I've made a decision. In one week you'll get well.

I'll be waiting for you.

Everything will be OK.

I'm already OK. With you.

I don't really understand why he did it.

He loves her.

Is it an excuse to hit people in the head with a steak hammer?

No. But he wanted to find a heart for her.

You can't just get organs.

A person must give their consent before their organs can be used.

Like the first victim.

Nadezhda Lazhko?

Yeah. She was a donor.

Yep.

So much for confidentiality!

What are you saying?

Any security guard can enter the Transplantology database?

The thing is, Lyamina and Kazantsev weren't in the database.

In fact, you may not know who's on the list of potential donors.

So you don't have to oficially give away your organs?

How does it happen? And who decides whether to give the organs or not?

A patient is brought to the hospital.

An intensive care physician registers clinical death. Then the system works.

They check the body for infections, determine the blood type and suitability of the organs.

Then they call here. Get a courier.

There may also be legal formalities.

Relatives object, a ban on the will...

So anyone can kill anyone

with the guarantee that their organs will end up here?

It's hard to give guarantees, of course. But theoretically...

With special skill.

Considering that you need to know the blood type of the donor

and the order of priority on the waiting list.

Nonsense.

Anyway, what do we have.

Mikhail works as a security guard in this hospital.

So theoretically, he could sneak into the registration office.

Go through a dozen of medical records.

B positive is not so rare.

In the end, he has a motive... And we have our theory.

We just need to take his DNA sample and

compare it with the blood from under the nurse's fingernails.

Mikhail.

Could you explain how you got those scratches on your neck?

That's none of your business.

Either you tell us where you got those scratches.

Or we take you to the investigative committee to get your DNA sample.

I'm sure your DNA will match the DNA of the scrapings from under the nurse's fingernails.

What nurse?

The nurse who saw you finishing off Olga Lyamina.

Freeze!

Drop the gun!

Help!

Listen, let her go, huh?

- Stay there. - I'm staying.

- Easy, Easy. - Help!

Why do you need more meaningless blood, huh?

Meaningless?

They keep moving her down the list. And Nina is supposed to live!

Calm down, calm down.

I told you to stay there!

How did you get in the database, huh?

What freaking database are you talking about?

You know, Transplantology database.

Nadezhda Lazhko, she was a donor. Right?

I don't know who that is!

The one you killed first.

- Help me... - Quiet, bitch!

- Easy, easy. - I don't know any database.

She was here at the hospital.

Showing off! Look, I'm such a chick...

And he had a heart of a bull!

And why did you kill the two others?

Nina must live. Nina needs a heart!

Well, you can't look for a heart in a staircase!

What did Olga Lyamina do?

She's not supposed to live such a life.

I saw someone pick her up from work every night.

Olga Lyamina, you came to finish her off!

It was a heart for Nina!

Misha, where are you? Someone's screaming in the intensive care unit!

There's a fight! He ran out the back! Cover the exit!

Blockhead! Why are you here?

Call the police!

And that athlete was running around the park every day.

In the morning! In the evening!

All so healthy! Means he has a good heart.

How did you know that his heart would get to Nina?

When young people die, the heart can be transplanted.

And we need a lot of hearts here! Enough for Nina as well!

But there are donors who gave their consent. It's all by law.

Screw your law! Nina must live!

But why does someone else have to die because of it?

Nina and I wanted kids. And to have kids you need a heart. A healthy heart!

Let her go. Let go.

Right. And go to prison for the rest of my life? And Nina will die?

No. I'm a man! I'll do everything for Nina to live.

You're not a man. And you don't love her.

What?

You have the same blood type.

Why didn't you start with yourself?

And how am I supposed to live with her? If I have no heart, eh?

Yeah. You're doing this for yourself.

Her father loves her, but his heart, his heart is useless. He's old.

And you, you're nothing. You're cheap.

And you don't love her. Let go. Let go of the nurse!

It's time! We're taking him!

No. Let them talk a little longer.

You don't stand a chance with Nina anyway. Even if she gets better.

Why take another life?

Do you have paper?

What?

Enough talking! Take him before he stabs!

I said, do you have paper, idiot?

I, I have it here.

On my count.

Get out before I change my mind!

One.

Two.

Do as he asks, please.

I'll leave the note and turn myself in. Get out!

Fine. Fine.

Wait, give him another minute, he's ready to turn himself in.

Resuscitation is useless, his trachea, artery, everything is split. He can't be saved.

He can't, but someone else can. Here is a heart donation will. Take it.

I see.

Everyone out. A gurney, an orderly.

I'd prefer a full confession.

For the report?

For justice. He broke the law, who's going to pay?

He alredy paid.

With what? This?

His love, his life. It's nothing, is it?

Compared with the Criminal Code.

Kirill... did you know?

I'd rather say I was hoping.

Did you push him to do this?

I suggested. He made a decision.

Do you realize what you've done?

I think I saved a life, maybe two lives.

Or do you think it would've been better if he'd killed the nurse

and got stuffed with lead by your soldiers in bulletproof vests?

Still, it's very cruel.

I think it's fair.

The law can be cruel too.

Remember you asked me...

If I could... kill someone for my son?

I remember. I know you couldn't.

I don't know, that's the thing.

Any questions, Victoria?

Kirill, help me out, please.

Help you out? How?

I sent professor Vyrno on a business trip.

I heard. He told me, so?

His students came... Those who failed the exam.

How could this happen, Victoria, huh?

You've got everything covered with all those orders of yours.

Huh?

The administration should've set another date, after the professor returns.

Well, Kirill, it's my bad, you know, my mistake.

What am I supposed to do? Yeah, I didn't warn the administration.

I had an arrangement with the professor.

kirill, help me out, please, there are only three people.

Give the exam, come on, it's nothing for you.

You make everything sound so simple, Victoria.

When I needed your help, you turned me down.

Oh please...

I guess you just stood on principle, decided to

emphasize that you and I have a strict, formal relationship.

Well, I completed the work approved by the order of the university for today,

so I can use my free time as I see fit.

And giving an exam... well, it wasn't planned, you know.

So I can't, Vic, I'm sorry, I can't.

So if I...

Understand you correctly, you're turning me down?

Kirill, have you thought over your decision?

Sounds scary. I have.