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- Can we go back? - Are you kidding me?

You had a long face all night, constantly mad at something!

When I suggested to go home, you agreed instantly. Now you want to go back?

Well, I loved the party. Such a great evening!

The way you were acting, though...

What did I do?

Oh nothing... You did absolutely nothing wrong.

But you were only interested in yourself, as usual.

Yourself, your job, your problems. By the way...

There's one thing I don't understand. You keep saying how much

you envy Seleznev.

What's wrong with that? I do envy him.

He's a free man. A business man. He does what he wants.

On the other hand, I always have

to think and care about other people's actions!

You have to care? You have to care?

Your eyes were glued to those girls,

while you were blabbering about Seleznev.

One was his girlfriend, and she brought a friend with her.

I fail to see the point of acting like this. Oh, wait, I understand.

- Fool! - What?

- You're a drama queen! - What did you say?!

- Sasha, where are you going? - To hell with you!

Idiot.

Hello.

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- Good afternoon. - Afternoon.

I'll go check it out.

One of the men had some ID in his pocket. His name is Voronin.

He was a deputy in the assembly. Quite a famous guy.

The other one had no ID on him.

Why did the boss think that my people should investigate it?

Well, the bodies are unidentified. No hands, no faces...

One has Voronin's ID, but how can we know if he really was that man.

I see. We are handling unidentified bodies now. Time to get to work.

I realize that identifying your close ones' bodies is very difficult.

- Have a glass of water. - Thanks.

We've seen enough corpses, but I know it's difficult for you.

But I'm afraid we'll have to do it. This is not a simple case.

His face is mutilated beyond recognition,

and anyone could put that ID in his pocket, right?

It's him.

He had a scar on his shoulder.

His body, his toes...

I have lived with him for 9 years. It's him.

Alright. Let's try and think back to yesterday evening.

You pulled over and your husband got out of the car.

You called him, he kept going without looking back.

Yeah.

- And then you drove off. - Yes.

- You got back home and went to bed? - Yes.

And you weren't bothered by the fact that your husband never returned?

It happened quite often in our family.

Alright. And you have no idea who that other corpse might be?

No.

Could it be one of his friends?

No idea. My husband never tells me anything. I mean, never told me anything.

But yeah, no way it was his friend.

I pulled over by accident.

As I said, we started fighting, he flipped out and got out of the car.

Has this happened to you before?

I mean, did he leave you in the middle of nowhere like this before?

- Not really. - Not really.

How did the chat go with Svetlana?

She was quite unsure of herself during the identification.

Her reaction was not emotional enough.

So you wouldn't call her reaction sorrow.

No. She was just upset.

Their problems were so serious,

that she considered her a grass widow anyway.

- On paper she had a husband... - But in reality she hadn't.

Yeah.

If situations like this last long enough...

Her wish to become a widow is understandable.

You think she might've helped herself become a widow?

Well, I'm not a woman.

In any case, you should try to learn more about her.

Yes, I agree with you.

We have to find out whether she has a lover.

We also have to learn which of her husband's assets

are in her name. And so on...

Sure, sure. We'll find out.

So, what do we have here?

Cause of both men's death was the explosion of some unknown substance.

Unknown as of right now, of course.

They had pieces of burnt plastic on their bodies.

It could've been a plastic container with the explosives.

It seems

that the device exploded

when the men were facing each other.

It's possible one of them was passing the explosives to the other.

How? A famous deputy was passing the device to some unknown man?

I doubt that. Doesn't go alone with his wife's story

about stopping the car randomly.

Voronin could've acted that way to make her stop the car.

That way she couldn't know who he was meeting.

That's too complex for Voronin. He'd have done something simpler.

Yeah, me too.

First you become a deputy, get a wife, a lover on the side, then you can talk.

We need to inspect the car wheels for soil samples.

Also we'll check the soil in that place where they stopped.

Yeah. There is one issue here.

The device was not too powerful,

but the limited blast zone is really weird. Look.

If this was a regular explosive device,

their whole bodies would've been damaged.

But in thise case the blast zone is very small.

Only hands and faces were damaged.

If not for Voronin's ID,

we would only be able to identify the body...

If his wife filed a missing person report.

Yeah. And no one is looking for the other man.

Who he was, how can we identify him - no idea.

We'll know something by evening.

Once the test results come back.

A regular tattoo. A woman with an apple in her hand and a snake wrapped around her.

That's a regular tattoo for you, Oksa. But the guy was 60 years old.

You can only get a tat like this in prison.

I like it. Old man was the romantic type.

Oksa, this is a prison tat.

I studied this subject professionally.

The snake around her and the apple mean that

he commited a crime because of some woman.

Yeah, thanks to Denis. Thank god, I won't ever see a tat like this in real life.

Our dead man was suffering from multidrug-resistant tuberculosis.

That's a very dangerous disease, resistant to antibiotics.

I checked the strain. You can't treat it like regular tuberculosis.

Oksa, where are you going? Everything is perfectly clean here.

Bye.

You look good with this new haircut.

What about this dangerous tuberculosis?

Is it from some tropical country?

No, Anastasia Vladimirovna. It's from prison.

Wrong treatment leads to these dangerous forms of the disease.

The Red Cross has been sounding alarm for quite some time now.

That means your theory is correct, Ed.

A hand with a flower and some barbed wire

means that our suspect spent 16 years in prison.

- He's a habitual offender. - And he got out of jail recently.

He got traces of para-aminosalicylic acid and isoniazid in his blood...

Keep it simple, Ed.

Simple speaking,

these are traces of three-way treatment system of tuberculosis.

That's a very outdated system. But they probably still use it in prisons.

Based on these traces in his blood, he was only released very recently.

Within the last month, I'd say.

I enquired the regions about the prisoners who have recently been released.

No matches so far. Kirill, maybe...

He had some other distinctive characteristics, not just tattoos.

That might help us identify the body.

I can inspect the body more thoroughly.

I'll find out what he ate, what he breathed. Take a lung issue sample.

Yeah, good.

Kirill, how did it happen that

I wasn't involved in this Oksa situation?

Well, first, Denis approached me. I refused to help him.

I still think that he had to talk to you first.

He never talked to me.

He knew you'd send him to Oksa. And Oksa would just refuse him again.

The circle is closed. He decided to act in the interest of his client.

You gotta admit, had he not done that,

Oksa'd be in prison now. A win's a win, right?

Yeah. He enjoys winning.

In any case, Kirill, I really don't appreciate

when things like these happen behind my back.

These are my people. I'm responsible for them.

- Also, I'm sorry... - Sorry for what?

- I thought you were helping him. - Please, stop.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, I... are you busy?

- No, Shurik, speak. - It's about the explosives.

The mixture was based on nitroglycol...

I was not able to determine the exact composition based on combustion products yet.

But this mixture is really interesting.

Based on impurities I can tell...

That our unknown chemist got the nitric acid using the Glauber reaction.

So?

I mean that's a real classic recipe.

That means he didn't buy the ingredients in the store.

He distilled all the ingredients personally.

- A real fan of chemistry? - Yeah, very old school.

Hey, isn't your headless corpse some old guy?

Yeah, but the other parameters don't match.

As far as I know they don't teach chemistry in prisons.

Where could he find this classic recipe?

I'm not sure. But I'll find out.

I have a chemist friend. He's a professor and a really good chemist.

We are old friends. He'll help me.

Thank you, Shurik. But I also got another option.

I'll request information on all the scientis who were ever involved in crime.

- Can I go? - Sure.

Excuse me.

Yeah, hello. What?

Alright.

I'm sorry, Nastya, I have to talk to someone.

Sure.

- Hello. - Hello.

What's with the secret meeting, Olya?

What, you and me got some secrets now?

This is no secret.

The conscription happens twice a year. There are articles about it.

So? What's our problem here?

Well, yes, yes...

They might draft Shurik. We gotta do something.

Yeah. What do you have in mind?

I got an idea. But Shurik... I don't know what's inside his head.

He hopes it'll just work itself out.

And you are thinking about the future.

That's right, women should always be very thorough.

I'll tell them I'm pregnant.

You know, by Shurik. They'll grant him postponement, then we'll see...

- I was wrong to praise you. - What, you don't like my plan?

It will happen sooner or later. Right now we really need this pregnancy.

You are a doctor. I'm sure you know how to obtain a pregnancy certificate.

Olya, imagine Nastya's reaction when she hears about this risky venture!

She'll kill me if she learns about it.

She'll know. Because the truth always reveals itself.

You understand me?

- So it's impossible? - Yeah.

Impossible.

I guess you are right.

She won't even let me see him after that...

Alright. I'll think of some other way.

Promise me that you'll consult me before doing anything.

And don't you try to get pregnant for real. You hear me?

Fine.

Come in, Oleg Ilyich.

Have a seat.

Yeah... I see you are quite comfortable here.

We are always glad to see you, Oleg Ilyich.

Enough with this adulation, Alexander.

That's not in your nature. Show me what you got.

Will you need lemon?

- Yeah. - Great, I like lemon, too.

Here you go.

We have some unknown explosive substance.

The recipe is also unknown.

And it's quite a unique recipe.

He never used factory ingredients, went straight old school in this one.

It's like he distilled nitric acid using the Glauber reaction.

Johann Glauber... He was a great alchemist.

He claimed that he discovered the elixir of life.

What if he is still alive, and made the bomb himself?

- I see. Sorry, that was a joke. - I understand, Alexander. Very funny.

Judging by the recipe, he was really old school.

- He used Stettbacher's method. - Did we learn it in the uni?

Alfred Stettbacher published his famous book

«Gunpowders and explosives» in Zurich in 1933.

It's really a pyrotechnician's bible. Use it to find the recipe.

You know, Alexander, I'm very sorry that

our department lost such a student.

Don't you want to try and get readmitted?

No, Oleg Ilyich. I'm not ready yet.

And I don't want to lose my job. They respect me here.

I had no doubts about it, Alexander.

Hello.

Shurik, go to the drugstore and buy some peroxide, alright?

Shurik, what is this?

That's actually our best bet.

The recipe is not exactly the same...

And the effect is different. But we have to use what we found...

In that Stettbacher's book.

The translation is far from perfect. Plus it's not even a full book.

But there's no other option on the web, we checked all the online libraries.

FSB sent us the list of chemists who were involved in criminal activity.

Check it out, maybe you'll find some familiar faces.

Can't say I know anyone. And it's kinda pointless anyway.

I only talk to young chemists.

And they all use screennames on the internet.

I see. They were all on trial for producing synthetic drugs.

There are almost 100 of them. I'll ask the officers to investigate.

I'm in high demand today, Dr. Lemke. First Nastya, now you.

Everybody wants something. By the way, I brought the test results.

Yeah. Tell me, Shurik, what is millerite?

Millerite? Well, some kind of a mineral. It's all explained there.

We found it in one of the men's lungs.

- What else? - I dont know.

It was named for British mineralogist William Hallowes Miller.

Brilliant.

Do you have any useful information?

Well, since it was found in the lungs...

The dead man must've breathed in some millerite dust.

Where is this mineral usually found?

In nickel ore.

- Where do they mine it? - In Norilsk.

Where else?

How should I know, Dr. Lemke? I'm not a geologist.

They also mine it in Murmansk, Shurik.

You should've told me about it as soon as you tested the sample.

I shouldn't have to interrogate you to hear this.

Go to Zorina and tell her that

our dead man did time in Murmansk or Norilsk.

Since we found millerite in his lungs.

And, well, you get the picture.

We can just call Zorina.

I'm actually busy, I gotta go to the library.

Are you working as a janitor there?

Dr. Lemke, stop pressuring me. Have I done something wrong?

I'm lecturing you because you are not some assistant

who can do some tests and go home. You're a future scientist.

You gotta learn to think, make conclusions. Science is also an investigation of sorts.

You need to be able to put together random clues and make conclusions.

Conclusions that only you can make.

I hear you. I'll do better next time.

I have an update on the Voronin case.

My people learned that the dead criminal

did time in Murmansk.

Wait. You sent them a request and

got zero results, from what I remember.

Yeah. But I had to make another request.

They confirmed that he was in one of their prisons.

Judging by his height, tattoos and other features,

we know that his name was Viktor Makarov.

- Why didn't they tell it the first time? - They had no idea.

As far as they knew, Viktor Makarov died 2 weeks ago.

Oh, wow.

He died twice.

They found his body in Murmansk. He was severely burned.

They could only identify him thanks to ID.

It's possible Makarov faked his death.

Fine. What was he doing in Moscow?

Why would a deputy meet with

some Murmansk goon in the middle of the night? That's nonsense.

Maybe Voronin was planning to use Makarov

as a potential perpetrator of and explosion.

But something went wrong...

Wait. That means Voronin's wife lies when she says she stopped there by accident.

She was not shocked by her husband's death,

so yeah, she might be lying.

We took soil samples from the car wheels.

We know for a fact that Voronina pulled over there.

You see, if Voronin was the employer, Makarov was the perpetrator...

...and Voronina was an accomplice, the car could've stayed there for quite some time.

Yuri Kuzmich, what if Voronina was the employer,

Voronin was the victim and Makarov was the perpetrator?

She could've make a scene on the road on purpose.

Then her husband got out of the car and she left the scene.

Well, why not, it's quite possible. What do we know about Voronina?

She has a lover. After her husband became the deputy,

he gave her his business.

His death suited her.

I think we need to check this theory.

We still don't know who produced the explosives.

Police will start checking on the chemists from that huge list,

that the FSB gave us.

But we don't really have time to do that.

Voronin was too important.

We can't work at our own pace, we have to hurry.

There must be another way to find the chemist.

- Can I go? - Just hurry, please.

- Yeah. - Later.

Oh, good morning. Come in, take a seat.

Wouldn't call it good.

I think I already told you everything about that night.

- So what happened? - Meaning?

What do you think happened there?

Was it a premeditated murder or an accident?

It's your job to figure it out, don't ask me.

We're working on it.

Whenever we get some new information, we analyze it.

With the help of this new info,

we are getting closer to learning the facts of the incident.

Have a sit, please.

You have your own business. Quite profitable, too.

Your husband used to own that business.

Shortly before his death, he signed the business over to you.

We also learned that you have a very close friend.

His name is Boris Kramer.

Your husband's death didn't shock you at all.

I'm sorry, but your statements don't look too convincing.

If I wanted to fake it I would've been crying on your shoulder.

Like a grieving widow. But what's the point? I don't see it.

My husband always did what he wanted.

He never cared about me or his job.

Yeah, I had a lover. So what?

I knew that I was going to be left alone.

I was preparing for that, you see?

- Oh yeah, I see. - I'm so glad.

Yeah, I'm not grieving. But I'm not happy either. Inside I'm hollow.

We spent 9 years together.

Any luck, Shurik?

Any luck... Went to the library, found that Stettbacher's book.

Yo know, the one the professor mentioned.

Then I had an idea. You showed me that list with the chemists.

I made a list of people who took this book from the library.

Good job, Shurik. I'll give you my list of convicted chemists.

You can just compare the names from these 2 lists.

Yeah, I'll compare them. I'm the one who suggested it.

Great, Shurik. I'm not trying to steal your shine.

I'll go to the murder scene once again

to check our grieving widow's statements.

Then I'll return to see the results of your work, okay?

- Sure. - Thanks.

- So, Artur? - The car was here.

It didn't stay here for long, though. Voroning got out...

And his wife left. I don't see any of her prints.

The body was found 200 meters from here. It's a 2 minute walk.

- Did the car stay for 2 minutes? - No.

Judging by these prints, the car left immediately.

The ground is very soft here.

If she spent more time here, the prints would've been more firm.

I just remembered the conversation they had in the car...

I mean Svetlana's version of it, of course.

A mosquito.

What if Voronin faked that fight to leave the car?

Svetlana mentioned he was acting weird.

It was just a scene. They had fights almost every day.

But this fight happened on the road, with no one around.

Also, he knew that the road home was dangerous.

Also, they left the party suddenly, with no apparent reason.

I see. I think we need to find

some more info on Voronin. Business problems...

...crime, enemies. Anything is possible.

- Are you done here? - Yes. Yes.

Let's go. Lobanov is waiting.

He is not happy with our progress, or, rather, the lack of it.

Alright, let's discuss Makarov now.

Our guys in Murmansk tracked his movements.

They found out what train he took, as well.

He used some fake ID to buy a ticket.

The ID was in Pashutkin name.

Pashutkin.

But the conductor remembers him well. Judging by his description, it was Makarov.

Yeah. Pashutkin...

- Interested why he remembers him? - Why?

He remembers him because Makarov-Pashutkin

never put his suitcase down.

He even took it to the restroom.

He had something valuable inside.

I think I know what that was.

Our colleagues gave us some info...

Makarov was a suspect in transporting drugs.

Local DEA received some iformation from one of the snitches

about a large stock of drugs in Severomorsk port.

Makarov was their only suspect.

And then they found his burned body.

That means Makarov faked his death to cover his tracks.

Then he took the drugs to Moscow.

And met with a deputy in the middle of the night?

- That's what you're saying? - Yeah.

Well, that means that Voronin was also involved in the drug trade.

I guess so. Keep on working.

Yeah. Thanks, Yuri Kuzmich. See you later.

Any luck?

3 people from that list took that book.

Great. I can question them all myself. I also need you.

You will help me to expose your chemist friends.

Mr Ignatov. Please come in.

Good afternoon.

I hope we aren't keeping you from work.

- From work? - Yeah. Don't you have a job?

Oh, yes, yes. My job is quite interesting.

An air freshener.

A detergent.

And this is a perfect anti mosquito spray.

It even helps against the cops.

- Are you having a laugh? - What, you don't like my job?

I'm a brilliant man, and I'm forced to sell this crap

just to make some bread. What do you want from me?

We needed your... consultation.

Consultation?

You are asking a man who has nothing for help.

Go to hell!

Subpoena me if you need me that much!

I'll come back and spray everything in here...

- Please don't. - ...to get rid of all the bloodsuckers!

Hey you! Don't embarrass my science!

Why are you so brilliant? Cooking up dope in the kitchen?

If you had brains...

You'd do something productive instead of this.

Go kill your mosquitoes, stay away from people.

Shurik, first time I'm seeing you act like this.

You acted like a real reasonable adult. Bravo.

Well, we have to have the final say.

We're on the side of truth. And the truth always wins.

- You aren't going to summon him again? - No need to. He's a funny weirdo.

I would've helped him a bit, of course.

No matter. As we chemists say...

A negative result is a result anyway.

Yeah. As long as the bosses agree with us.

- So who's the next guy? - Alexey Vasilievich Pleshkov.

- Ex-head of the laboratory. - Well, let's talk to him.

Oh, I'm so glad. Very nice to meet you.

- Hello, have a seat. - Thanks.

It's very rare to see a person, who's glad to talk to the police.

The police? Oh, right, it's called the police now.

I'm still calling it the militia.

Well, what can I say, I'm retired.

We wanted to consult with you about something...

Oh, that makes me even happier.

The fact that you want to consult with me.

We wanted to ask you...

You know, even the director always wanted to consult with me.

I was a very respectable man.

Well, nowadays I'm just a poor

retiree, no one cares about me.

I'm broke. But back then things were different. Yes.

In my lab they called me Mendeleev.

If those haters didn't slander me like that, I'd...

I told you everything.

- Multiple times. - Shurik, be quiet, please.

Oh, I get it, I'm leaving.

- Have a nice day. - Goodbye.

What were you nodding for?

He smells like acetic anhydride.

It's one of the prime ingredients when making heroin from raw opium at home.

He smells like it!

Oh, I see. Our poor retiree hasn't forgotten his old habits.

Poor guy...

Poor drug dealer sounds as crazy as a rich librarian.

I bet there's money everywhere in his apartment.

He's good at messing with people's heads.

"I'm the best, those damn haters..."

Listen, do they use this anhydride to make explosives?

Nah. Nah, they don't.

We gotta tell Zorina about him.

She should let the DEA know.

I already know what he's going to tell in court.

"I'm a poor retiree, they called me Mendeleev.

The director used to consult with me.

I'm so broke, I'm getting fat because of the hunger". Well, we got other things to do.

94... Oh, Zorina, come in.

- Good morning, Yuri Kuzmich. - Good morning.

Take a seat... 96...97... 98... 99...

100. Well, let's see...

The FSB guys got zero leads on Voronin.

Let me help you, Yuri Kuzmich.

Thanks. In business he was very non-confrontational.

No suspicious friends.

His only flaw was his obsession with spending money.

Yeah, but that's not a crime.

- Right. - Yeah.

What have you got?

We checked two of the suspects. One is clean.

We found a drug lab in the second one's apartment.

- Heroin, most likely? - Was he acting weird?

His clothes smelled like acetic anhydride.

Wait. Do you have a dog in your academy, too?

We don't need a dog, we have Shurik. He can smell any kind of a chemical.

Funny. Yeah... Now listen...

Zorina, to solve this crime we really need to a sense of smell of a dog.

Although we call it differently here.

- We call it detective's sense. Get it? - I get it.

And you spend time questioning some chemists...

Then telling me funny stories,

instead of digging into the ground.

Yuri Kuzmich, we have another guy.

He's also a chemist. One of those

who were interested in that book on pyrotechnics.

What did you say? A book on pyrotechnics?

What a jerk... Listen, Zorina, we have to arrest him right now.

Let me call the police brigade right now.

We can get the Alpha involved too, agreed?

No need for this irony, Yuri Kuzmich.

Maybe. But as of right now, you are stuck.

So go and start digging.

Shurik, we only have one guy left, Skvortsov.

If he's not our guy, you'll become the suspect.

That's him for sure, Anastasia Vladimirovna!

He refuses to go here, and overall acts very weirdly.

He got an apartment...

But he spends a lot of time in his cottage not far from Moscow.

What's weird about it?

Why would a bachelor with an apartment...

Rent a cottage, if he doesn't even live there.

- What if he just loves the fresh air? - Nah, I don't think so.

All these ingredients that are used to make explosives

have traces, smells.

Pleshkov was cooking dope in his apartment.

You could smell it from the lobby.

But if this Skvortsov guy makes explosive, he's real careful.

I doubt he got a lab in his apartment.

That's why he needs that cottage.

So we have to go there and inspect his clothes, see if we find any traces.

We don't have a search warrant. And we can't get it because we lack facts.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, if I'm correct...

He uses nitroglycol to make the explosives.

What's the main ingredient needed to make nitroglycol?

Nitric acid. It's way too dangerous to keep in your apartment.

Alright, Shurik. Your theory is pretty convincing.

I don't think we can convince the judge though. And without him we can't get a warrant.

We can't just break in his apartment

based on your assumptions.

Yeah, we can't. But we can hack his e-mail.

If Anastasia Vladimirovna agrees...

Do it.

Alright, let's go.

Oksa did a good job.

We found some interesting messages.

He ordered some chemical reagents on the web, for example.

Shurik, please, take a look.

Can you use this to make explosives?

Of course you can. By the way, me and Oksa looked into that plastic...

What about the plastic?

You remember how we found pieces of plastic on the corpses?

They use this plastic to make all kinds of things.

- Pens, lighters, key rings... - Jars of jam.

Where was it? Oh...

You know, I found another interesting message.

We don't know who he sent it too, but...

Here's what it says.

"I put the jam in the jars and brought them here. Let me know if you want to taste it".

A bachelor making his own jam?

When did he send this?

Last night. Good job, Shurik. You too, Oksa.

We gotta pay this genius a visit.

Listen, are you out of your mind?

Do I have to pay for this little mistake for the rest of my life?

It was an accident! I synthesized that substance by accident!

Right, half a kilo by accident.

What does it matter? I wasn't intending to sell it.

I just wanted to see if I was a good enough chemist.

And then after that I realized I was wrong.

I did my time, learned from my mistake.

I'm glad you learned from your mistake.

We are here on another matter, though.

I understand. You'll never leave me alone now.

Do I have to report to the officer every month?

Do I have to bow to him too?

When someone gets out on parole, he definitely has to report every month.

They'll explain everything to you, don't worry.

Yeah, amazing. Thanks.

God, why is this happening to me?

Don't be so nervous.

Be cool. If we don't find anything, we'll ask you to forgive us and leave.

He got a whole warehouse here.

Put it back, please. That's not yours.

- But it's just a lighter. - Wait!

Why are you so worried? I just want to get rid of this thread.

Calm down.

Take the lighter away from him! He'll blow up the whole house!

As you see, we have enough evidence against you.

We can easily put you behind bars.

It's in your best interests to cooperate with us and get less time.

That's why I'm going to ask you once again, who's your employer?

He's an old acquaintance of mine.

Kolya Minko. He found a real gold mine. He sells guns now.

- Why do you think that? - I haven't seen him in ages, then we met.

Had a couple beers. During the conversation I told him about my idea.

You know, these lighters.

He was really interested, his eyes lit up.

He told me that he had some connections abroad.

Asked me to make a sample.

Do you recognize this man?

No, I don't.

What about these other pictures?

Oh, so my lighters do work.

You know, Minko ordered 100 of those.

Listen.

If I tell you about it, he can just use them to kill me.

You were forced to come here.

Or can you actually tell us something?

To clear your conscience.

Let's try something else.

What?

Let's pretend you tracked me down somehow.

This conversation never happened.

You'll arrest me when I give him the goods.

So it'll look like we're arresting Minko, and you just happen to be there too.

Yeah. Listen, should I look forward to getting a probation?

Probation is not too likely.

But perhaps in 3 or 4 years...

They'll release you on parole for good behavior.

Why aren't they calling? We should've went with them.

Shurik. I got nothing to do there, neither do you. Calm down.

They are serious professionals, it's going to be fine.

- We could've at least watched... - You'll watch it on TV, Shurik.

Yeah. You got him? Good, take him to the Investigation committee..

Yeah, right now. I'll be there to question them.

- Yes. - Who was that, Anastasia Vladimirovna?

If you used that lighter, you'd get blown to pieces.

Thank you for saving my life!

I don't know what could've happened if not for you.

So you didn't know about it?

How could I know about the lighters? I would've died there.

What about the contents of your phone?

What's with my phone?

Let's watch a very interesting video.

I think you saw it already.

- Are you recording? - Yeah.

Listen, you understand, right? We need the money tomorrow.

I got you the good, right? Right.

And you are offering me peanuts for my work?

That won't do.

And listen, don't play with me.

I'm from the streets.

- I see. - Give me a lighter.

Do you have a lighter? Vlad, gimme yours...

Just don't smoke here please, I hate that smell.

Go smoke near the road.

Let's go, Vlad.

Who the hell is he?

Hey man, got a smoke?

It's going to blow!

Holy hell! They both died! We are so screwed.

Listen, this vid is too cool.

Our employer is going to like your lighters. Let's go.

But I deleted that video!

I see you are not too computer-savvy.

I'm no pro either.

But I have my specialists.

They were able to restore the deleted files on your phone.

- Why did you kill Makarov? - Kill...

He forced me to. I'm a businessman. I thought we had a deal.

He did his part, I paid him.

He told me I had to pay him double. Threatened to kill me and everything.

I got nervous, started panicking...

If Makarov acted properly, he'd been alive now. Safe and sound.

- Really? - Yeah. Will it reduce my sentence?

You see, I'm a businessman, not a thug.

I sell different goods, sometimes illegal.

I doubt they'll reduce your sentence.

But I only killed one guy, Makarov.

Second one... He used the lighter himself.

Stop with this demagogy. Sign the statement.

Yeah...

We are trying to figure out

how to get a postponement, but we can't think of anything.

What are we going to do? Maybe we can get you a 4-F?

- Through the loony bin? - Yeah.

Well, sometimes I like to act crazy...

You think I'll look good in a straightjacket?

Someone already wanted to

put me in jail for the corruption of minors.

- I didn't mean to. I love you. - Me too.

What?

Love you too.