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Igor Palych! Are you at home?

Have you left the gas on, eh?

ACADEMIA

GALINA SUMINA

MAXIM BITYUKOV

ELIZAVETA LOTOVA, ALEXANDER KONSTANTINOV, VLADIMIR YUMATOV

ALEXANDER YATSKO, IGOR YURTAEV, ERIK YARALOV

ACADEMIA

Igor Kaverzin. Forty two. Unemployed.

In short, he choked on gas. The housemaid found the body.

But she quickly got her bearings and opened the windows.

She didn’t turn the light on. He fumigated his apartment with incense sticks.

Like Hindus do. Here, look.

Look. He was lucky then too. They had burnt out before

the gas would have reached them. Otherwise it would blow up big time!

Yes. I’ve had such an incident. The same case. The whole family died.

They suffocated from defective gas geyser.

Well, it wasn’t an accident. Supposedly, it was a suicide.

He even left a suicide note.

But, you know, everything’s very weird somehow.

A healthy, unemployed, rich man...

Fell asleep in an armchair in broad daylight. Died.

They didn’t find any money in the apartment.

Including the safe. The only thing is a notebook — home accounting.

Have you noticed? Look, everything is clear with the expenses, of course.

But all income is from unidentified citizens.

Yes. Really strange. What can I do for you?

Nastya, you have such eggheads working here.

No, I have, of course, not bad ones too. But you...

Especially I respect your pathologist.

Tell me, if he could have a look at my Kaverzin, huh?

I will arrange it with Lobanov.

Okay.

Kirill, well, you really acted like a pig.

You were registered, you didn’t come.

By the way, decent people don’t do that.

Vika. You told me not to come yourself.

So what that I asked you?

That doesn’t matter that I asked you, couldn’t you guess it yourself?

And I haven’t seen your reports for a long time, huh?

How is your scientific work progressing?

I’ll give a report soon. I think when you see the reports then...

In general, I won’t guess... If I had time for scientific work…

You see, it’s everyday routine. Here is a new corpse delivered.

Yes, that’s awful.

You know, I will definitely talk to Zorina,

in order that she will, I don’t know, somehow limit the stream of

these endless autopsies. Why are you so hairy?

- Do you happen to be at home? - What should I do there?

Alla is in Ireland dancing with leprechauns in the fields of the four-leaf clover.

So then perhaps you need a break?

I can take you out to polite society, for instance.

I’d love to. But I haven’t deserved it yet.

When I finish a series of experiments, in this case, certainly.

Any time then! If everything goes well.

Because, perchance, what if you fire me instead.

Ha-ha. That’s it, really? All right.

Then I’ll wait for your reports. Eagerly. Have a good time.

Doctor!

So, how’s my patient doing?

The patient is more dead than alive.

The cause of the death was asphyxia.

Due to the supersaturation, in the atmosphere of confined space,

with domestic gas, mostly with methane.

My people told me the same. They only phrased it much simpler.

Yes. But your people didn’t suppose

that he had been poisoned before he choked on gas.

No, I’ve asked. They said that there’s no evidence of poisoning.

He didn’t vomit with blood, as it happens when it’s a poisoning by corrosive chloride.

There were no internal hemorrhages,

as in case of warfarin, and other obvious signs.

If that’s what you mean.

But Dr. Lemke doesn’t need such tips.

It wouldn’t be bad. But I did some tests. So!

So? What was he poisoned with?

Opiates.

- Heroin? - Not at all. Diamorphine…

or heroin in day-to-day language, I didn’t find it.

Only morphine, codeine, papaverine and a number of other alkaloids.

What’s with all the drugs? Nothing was found in the house.

They didn’t find any marks of injection on the body too. I checked it out myself.

Yes, but all these are constituent parts of ordinary opium.

Opium... Do they smoke it?

It happens. In the old days, it was used as an anaesthetic.

They used to moisten a sponge with opium, set it on fire, and the patient fell asleep.

Doctor, you are a man of genius!

So, thanks to Grigoriev we have a new case.

Shurik, have a look.

Incense sticks?

They usually contain essential oils and residues of sawdust.

What are we actually looking for?

- We’re looking for opium. - Opium?

It’s kind of irrational to smoke opium out of incense sticks.

Isn’t it easier to use a pipe?

There was no pipe in the house. And the victim inhaled opium.

So, we’ve only got this lead so far.

Your deceased man was an esthete…

- So, Oksa. - Yeah.

- Look. - What is this, the deceased man’s?

Yes.

Oh! But here every penny counts.

Not only an esthete, but also a cheapskate, it turns out to be.

Look at his income.

Well, “Lebedev — two hundred thirty six thousand eight hundred”.

Wow, he ripped off Lebedev!

Oh, Ilyin, it seems that he actually lost his shirt.

Well, we don’t know what Ilyin ended up with. We need to find out.

We need to determine the connections between the names in this notebook.

And to find at least one of these people.

And Zorina is now looking for leads

in the apartment of the deceased.

The body was found here.

And the safe, here it is, we didn’t even have to break it.

Can you imagine? Here are the keys to the safe, the code is on them.

It seems that Kaverzin was one of those people

who used to write the pin code directly on the bank card.

Sergey, but have you dusted for fingerprints on the key?

Nastya, you are hurting me. There’re only Kaverzin’s fingerprints.

And how did you get the fingerprints, using talc or what?

Not really.

We used something black. Soot, I don’t know, sort of. So what?

That’s right.

Prints from white objects can be removed with a black powder.

But here, for some reason, I see some remains of a white powder.

What was in the safe?

There was no money. There were only real estate and car documents.

By the way, he drove a Jaguar car, our unemployed guy.

And there was an account book. You saw it.

Well, I need to lift the fingerprints from the inside surface of the safe.

We’ll send the scotch tape to our chemist.

- And talk to the housemaid. - Okay.

Nastya, I don’t know. In this notebook, all the surnames are the pick of the bunch.

Lebedev, Ilyin, Gubin... There are thousands of such people.

I’m trying to find some correlation.

I’m checking them in different databases of executive directors, owners...

Nothing!

Anastasia Vladimirovna, I’m not getting any results either.

I’ve checked all the sticks. There’s opium in none of them.

Well, I see.

Shurik, I have another task for you. Here’s the key.

There’re remains of a white powder on it. Maybe, it’s talc.

Find out what it is.

Tomorrow we’ll get the tape with traces of substance from inside surface of the safe.

Look for the same powder.

That’s all for today. Thanks.

- Nastya. Are you going home? - Yes.

Me too. Maybe we should go out somewhere, huh?

It is necessary to have a rest sometimes. I’m telling you as a doctor.

Yup. Good. Let’s go.

- Okay. Two minutes. - Yes.

Hello everybody!

Nastya, are you already free?

Let’s go to the club, shall we chill out?

Sorry, Denis, but I can’t do that tonight. I’m busy.

Let’s do it another time.

Well, okay. Another time, sometime later.

- That’s it. See you all tomorrow. - So long.

My mother died when I was just a little girl.

To be honest, I don’t even remember her.

And when guys in school used to ask me:

“Where’s your mum? What does she do?”

Well ,you know, these standard questions? I was very embarrassed.

I had nothing to answer. But I was very proud of my father.

I told everyone: “My father is the police chief!”

Really, Kirill, I loved him very much. I was very proud of him.

I wanted everyone to know and everyone saw what a father I had.

That everyone would be envious.

- Hello. - Good evening.

- Are they waiting for you? - No.

So, that’s what your experiments are.

Sometime later.

Kirill.

I’ve probably really tired you with my talks?

Not really, why?

You have also classes with students tomorrow morning...

Oh, those students... Dimwits and bums.

Who only brought them up? They should have a father like yours.

Oksa!

Anastasia Vladimirovna was right. There’s really talc on the keys.

And inside the safe as well. Moreover, it’s the same talc

with the same grain size.

Well done. Cool. Let her know about this soon.

Yes.

Inna Tarasovna? Housemaid of our deceased, right?

I guess so.

- Did you work with these gloves? - No, I didn’t.

I don’t remember. Maybe so.

We found your fingerprints on them.

Fingerprints and fingerprints. It means, with them. You know better.

Yes. That’s right.

Are you familiar with this object?

No, I don't know... A key…

- There’re definitely no fingerprints of mine. - What makes you so sure?

Because I didn’t touch it!

So, you saw it, but didn’t touch it?

Why should I take it?

There’re no fingerprints of yours on the keys.

But then there’s talc.

From the gloves you were working with.

Usual talc. It...

So, I took it, examined it...

- And I put it back. - And you looked into the safe too.

What? Yes… Cross my heart!

Why should I look into the safe? What haven’t I seen there?!

Inna Tarasovna, don’t deny it. We know the whole truth.

In the safe, we also found the talc from your gloves.

I don't know. I took nothing. I didn’t touch anything.

That’s all. Enough!

We tried to do this politely... We failed.

I’m taking her. She’ll serve ten years for the murder.

I think she’ll get smarter.

Where are you taking me? What murder? I didn’t kill!

- Comrade Major, wait. - Why?

What are we waiting for? Everything is clear!

She turned on the gas. Then she left. When the man suffocated,

she came back, opened the safe and stole the money! That’s it! Come on, get up, murderer!

- We’re going to the prison! - He... he...

He died by himself, do you understand?

When I... I... I got into the safe. The devil beguiled me.

Do you understand? As he reached out to... But...

But I will give it back. I’ll return everything.

I’ll return everything I took. I honestly will. Only he died himself.

You know? He died himself.

Write! Write it all down!

What you know, write it down.

So... I, Inna...

Everything is there. I didn’t take anything. Take it.

But I didn’t kill anyone.

Let’s draw up a seizure record...

What’s the deal?

Cash. Bank cards.

- Documents... - What kind of documents?

Interesting documents.

Well, real estate purchase and sale agreements. Blank ones.

Six.

That means that he was in real estate.

Here is four hundred thousand.

Oksa. Hi.

I analyzed the database of the recorded deaths

in all regions, the database of all crimes. No correlations.

We have some new information.

Please, go through the database of real estate transactions.

All the names from Kaverzin’s notebook — they’re former owners of apartments.

Each of them sold his/her apartment.

And in the notebook, there are records of the percentage of transaction amounts.

The tenants disappeared. None of them has bought a new apartment.

Generally, lonely and elderly people.

But I managed to find relatives. Olga Simonova.

Two children.

Well done. Thanks, Oksa.

I’ll ask Arkady to talk to the heirs.

Olga Sergeevna, hello. Thank you for taking the time for me.

I want to talk about your father.

Please, tell me, in due order, what happened?

What happened? He lost his mind — that’s what happened.

Well, we didn’t manage to watch over the old man. How could we?

I have domestic responsibilities, work, family. I’m spinning like a hamster on a wheel.

Or maybe you can help to reclaim the apartment?

They fooled him just inside of a month.

“They”? Who are “they”?

Who? Damned cultists

of the Fourth, perhaps, Advent. He sold the apartment.

He gave them all the money.

Well, now he may live in his sect. He’s not my father anymore!

Doc, did I wake you up?

No, no, Anastasia Vladimirovna. No, not at all.

You just pulled me out of the process of a deep self-knowledge,

which could finally lead me to understanding the meaning of my own life.

Have you not understood that the meaning of your life is to help catch criminals?

Oh, I want to forget this nightmare.

Okay. Then let’s get to the point. What did you manage to find out?

Simonova claims that her father was swindled in the totalitarian sect

“Witnesses of the Fourth Advent”.

It’s a pretty wild mix of Christianity and Buddhism.

However, you know, the interference of the Abrahamic

and the Dharmic religions is always interesting.

They live in the village Glad’kovo. This is in the far vicinity of Moscow.

I suggest going there. Will you accompany me?

With pleasure. But the walk doesn’t seem to be pleasant.

The fact is that the village is not old. It was founded only two hundred years ago.

And they haven’t had time to build a good road to the village yet.

So, we will have to request help from our Ed.

And what about Ed?

Haven’t you heard about his gorgeous Jeep,

that he boasts of in every corner?

Sure I have.

I hope he will lend us his offroader. For the sake of common goal.

Because we can’t get there in your car.

So true.

- Muscovites? - Hello. Are you Alexander?

Yes. Alexander Avdeev, the district police officer. Let’s go.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have my cultists done something odd?

I knew it wouldn’t end well. But what happened?

It’s too early to talk about anything. I need to talk to their leader.

I see. They dwell here. They’ve rented a mansion.

Here they live, the whole caboodle, and pray.

I see.

Lost brothers and sisters!

My name is Serafim. Can I help you?

Yes. Who’s senior here?

The third prophet, the spiritual elder Svyatozar, lost sister.

I need to talk to him.

I’m Anastasia Zorina from the Investigative Committee.

And please, call me by my first name.

I’ll ask the spiritual advisor Svyatozar, whether he will be able to host you.

Thank you.

What will you say, Dr. Rotkin?

Most likely, we are dealing with a sect of a totalitarian type.

One of those that try to regulate

every step of their adherents and arrange tests for them.

Even starvation. Have you paid attention to the boy — skin and bones.

That is, is it common for them to expropriate apartments from people?

But they don’t need to expropriate apartments from people.

People give their property away themselves. In exchange for saving their souls.

In such a situation, will disappears instantly.

Lost sister, you may come with me.

Thank you.

Lost brothers.

Please, wait here.

Okay.

I’m gonna go and take a look around...

Come in, lost daughter.

Have you come to accept the Word of the Prophets?

No. I want to ask you some questions.

Do you really need answers, daughter? Or does the outside world require them?

I live in the outside world and... Yeah, it requires answers.

It requires, but what’s in return?

Is there at least one person

you can truly trust? In fact, you’re lonely.

- My daughter. - What makes you think I’m lonely?

Don’t be cunning. Open yourself.

Still, I want to ask you some questions.

Leave us alone, Serafim.

I want to ask you about Igor Kaverzin.

He could not resist the temptation of passions.

He cleansed the souls of the flock — cleansed them from the roots of the outside world.

Cleansed from the apartments.

His own soul is mired in someone else’s sin.

- Do you know what happened to him? - Yes, I do.

- I gave him peace. - What do you mean, “peace”?

You call it death, my daughter.

Brother! I’ve never seen you before. Are you allowed to pray?

Yes, I am. I’ve accepted the Covenants and the prophets.

Are the Four Noble Truths disclosed to you?

Yes, brother. There is suffering.

There is a reason for suffering — desire.

There is an end to suffering.

And there is a way to end the suffering.

And this way is the preparation for the Fourth Advent.

That’s the truth, brother.

So, you killed Kaverzin? How could you kill him?

I’m a prophet.

It’s a heavy load and a great responsibility.

I have the power to give people rest.

And I gave it to the lost one, as well as to others.

Who are others?

Prophet Svyatozar! The congregation is ready for prayer.

My daughter,

the liberated souls are waiting for the prophet’s word.

Lost sister, you need to leave.

Sorry. Can you tell me, where the exit is?

Dr. Rotkin? I’m beginning to fear you, what if you sacrifice me.

No, that would be too much.

I’m not going to focus so thoroughly on this cult.

I watched their prayer service. Quite a pitiful sight.

They took ideas from everywhere. They asked me about the Four Truths.

It is entirely borrowed from Buddhism.

Maybe you’re right about that. But their leader is not so simple.

What are you holding in your hands?

I have no idea. Some kind of perfume. Shurik will figure it out.

Let’s go.

A complete set of opium alkaloids.

They put raw opium into their sticks.

Opium for the people...

We need to get a search warrant right away, before these cultists have covered their tracks.

They could be disturbed by Nastya’s visit.

The task force broke into, I led it myself.

Several people tried to escape.

But the guys from the cordon detained them. Clean job.

Everything was confiscated. About a thousand incense sticks with opium.

And we found greenhouses with crops.

Yes. There’s a full-blown farm household. They used to grow opium poppy varieties.

Well. So, a thousand sticks containing a dose of opium...

And what’s the area of crops?

Two, it means, greenhouses... Twenty multiplied by ten... Four hundred m2.

Yep, well, four hundred m2...

I don’t know. I’m certainly not an expert.

But it seems to me that you confiscated not enough drugs. Where’s the rest?

So, you think that they sell the surplus opium?

I think they used to smoke the surplus opium. Check it.

So, now, regarding the murder of Kaverzin.

I don’t see any convincing evidence that this was

his colleagues’ action yet.

You won’t take seriously the statement of an old man

in a wheelchair — like “It was me who killed him”, will you?

You won’t. Quite so.

So, let’s not rest on our laurels and go!

Sergey asked me to check some sticks. And so.

There’re two grams of opium in each stick.

There was a separate consignment... We found a hundred pieces at a sectarian’s.

Have you found out the identity? He called him Serafim.

A hundred pieces, two grams each — two hundred grams.

This can be the key to the solution of Kaverzin’s murder.

Oksa, what have you found on such cases?

Ivan Paliy. Forty six. He died from a gas explosion in his apartment.

The case is closed — an infelicitous occasion, the investigators found out.

Only they didn’t take one thing into account.

That he was a member of the sect. And then, he left it.

He didn’t want to share real estate with Kaverzin.

It may be.

Oleg Zuev,

sixty five. He drowned in the bath.

No signs of violence. Another disastrous occurrence.

Maybe it wasn’t an accident.

Maybe this Zuev didn’t have gas in his apartment.

That’s why he was drugged with opium, and then drowned in the bathroom.

The file says he was an active member of the sect.

He used to agitate his neighbors. And then suddenly gave up.

Not really. Look, the same modus operandi. First, they put to sleep with opium.

And then accidental death.

There’s opium in their urine, probably, have you checked anyone for it?

Of course, we haven’t.

Well, you just cannot haphazardly check for all existing poisons.

If a syringe is found near the body, so they’re looking for heroin. If there’s no syringe…

Serezha, don’t get excited. Nobody’s accusing your Moscow Criminal Intelligence.

Let’s do so.

Let’s summon this Serafim for questioning.

Maybe he’s behind the whole sect.

Typical abstinence syndrome.

He’ll be through withdrawal in three weeks and will look like a human.

Junkie. All of them have withdrawal, your cultists.

He is in the most serious condition.

Serafim. What’s your real name?

I can cut a deal with the heads. You will be placed in a comfortable room.

They’ll give you drugs, which will help to soften the withdrawal.

Can you imagine, what a relief it will be?

Yes.

Are you ready to cooperate with the investigation?

Yes, I am.

- Where did you distribute the opium? - Kaverzin! He knew!

So, it was Kaverzin who sold the opium, right?

What do you know about his death?

Svyatozar, you call the prophet, instructed you to kill Kaverzin.

Yes. He began to demand too large a percentage of

the revenues from the sold apartments.

And then you came to his place

and lit some incense sticks.

They contained a lethal dose of opium.

Ten times more than in usual one. He quickly blacked out.

Then you changed the drug sticks to usual incense sticks.

And you used them as a wick. You turned the gas on.

Wrote a note.

Yes. The suicide note. For Kaverzin.

And nothing happened to you, because your body is toughened up by such doses.

And you also got other members of the sect hooked on drugs,

so they can’t physically get away from you.

Only you’ve got hooked on it yourself.

Yes, yes. Call a doctor! Please, call a doctor!

So what? There’s no need for a bad cop?

All right. No, well, they came up with a canny way to neutralize the dissenters.

You fumigate them with opium, and do whatever you want.

If you want, turn the gas on, drown them in the bathroom.

It all looks like a natural death.

It’s a good thing that the housemaid had time to react to the smell of gas.

Otherwise it would be such an explosion in the apartment — that’s it, no traces.

So, Serafim is the committer.

That crazy old man is the instigator.

The case is closed.

- Anastasia Vladimirovna! - Yes.

Alexander Avdeev, the district police officer.

Have a seat.

- Are you in Moscow? - Yes, I am.

It’s no good to sit all the time in the countryside.

In this case one may be overgrown with moss.

I’ve come to take courses. I’m upgrading my skills.

- I see. - I have a souvenir for you.

- Alexander. - Homemade wine. My wife makes.

- Delicious one. - Alexander, really...

- Look, she looks like you. - Yeah. Look, but...

Anastasia Vladimirovna, please, make sure

that they won’t berate me much for this case with the cultists.

Well, who knew it would be like this.

They lived quietly, peacefully, they didn’t bother anyone.

I couldn’t think that such things were happening there.

But, after all, it’s possible to lose the badge.

Listen to me. I don’t need presents.

Moreover, nothing depends on me.

No, no. Take it. It’s from the heart.

You know what?

They used to collect opium in large quantities under your very nose,

and you didn’t notice anything suspicious.

Well, I did notice! A man driving a Jaguar used to visit them.

Well, you know, obviously a well-heeled man. I decided not to disturb him.

Put yourself into my position.

Kaverzin himself was a drug dealer.

I will send the information to the drug control office.

They should search for the consumers. And you, colleagues, many thanks for your work.

Kirill! Is something embarrassing you?

I’m recollecting... Shurik, how much opium did you find in each stick?

Judging by the amount of morphine — two hundred milligrams.

And in the “enhanced” stick — two grams.

- It’s strange, very strange. - What’s strange?

When I was autopsying Kaverzin’s body,

I found a rather low content of alkaloids in his urine.

- What does that mean? - He was soothed to sleep with that dose.

He didn’t have any tolerance for opium. It’s like he smoked it for the first time.

However, you say that Kaverzin used to sell opium.

Yes, he could be selling but he didn’t smoke...

Then why did he let them fool him by these sticks?

He must have known that they contained opium.

He must have...

And all the more Kaverzin used to visit the sect.

The local district police officer claims that he often saw his Jaguar in the village.

Excuse me, you said he saw a Jaguar car in the village? What model?

If I’m not mistaken, Jaguar model XK.

Just like an experienced jeeper, I can tell that

they would rather see a live jaguar in the village.

Pay attention to this car.

It will get stuck on the first hillock in the village.

Yes, but the district police officer assures that...

Don’t mind how sluggish he is. They give him sleeping pills.

Helps with withdrawal...

Yeah, you can interrogate.

The prophet Svyatozar, why did you decide

to “give eternal rest” to Kaverzin? Did you speak to him?

There’s no need to talk to the lost.

Serafim is my eyes and ears.

He told me about his sins.

That means that it was Serafim who prompted you

to give Kaverzin “eternal rest”?

And did you immediately agree?

Yes, I did.

At the request of Serafim I gave peace to the lost one.

No, no. Everything was otherwise.

You know, that’s just the way they say it...

Kirill, take citizen Pushnov away.

So, Serafim.

It turns out that you are not just the committer,

you’re the mastermind of the crime.

It’s much worse. Moreover, the question of drugs remains open.

You claimed that it was Kavezrin who had been selling drugs.

But in his apartment, we didn’t find any opium you had been producing.

Besides, the leader of your sect is incapacitated, say the least.

And you were the one who had the most influence on the old man.

That’s why we will announce you as the leader of the sect,

the mastermind of all murders and drug trafficking. It’s a life sentence.

I’m going to ask you one last question.

If you answer correctly — you will have a chance to get out.

Do you know this man?

Yes, I do. This is Avdeev.

He was in charge, not me.

Yes, colleagues, you are working tirelessly here!

So what? Who are we going to interrogate, huh?

There, at the qualification courses, our colleagues and we decided to have a rest.

And you disrupted me in the middle of the night.

You’re not listed among attendees of the courses this month.

Not on the list? Holy smokes! I’ve told you thrice — enroll me.

They won’t pay me the travel allowance!

Well, I’m…

Yes. Did they find it? How much?

Five kilograms? More?

All is clear.

So what, colleagues, friends, who are we going to interrogate?

Have a seat, Alexander.

- Here? - Yeah.

We’ve just ransacked your house and found five kilos of raw opium.

In addition, Serafim admitted that he had killed Kaverzin at your instigation.

Well, go on, interrogate your bitchy junkie.

- I’m interested in the motive. - Interested?

A woman should be interested in kitchen, and not meddle in men’s affairs!

I’m not telling you anything.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, I’ll tell you the motive.

Our friend... I mean, no, rather not a friend,

the district police officer Avdeev controlled the sect.

He organized it himself.

Well, or appropriated it — we’ll find out later.

Avdeev was involved in drugs. He had been producing opium with his cultists.

And he neutralized the dissenters with the help of Serafim.

So, at this very time, Avdeev’s partner

Kaverzin used to execute real estate contracts.

He had his interest. He didn’t meddle into the sect’s business, of course.

But the percentage was rising. It’s rising and rising.

That’s what we found out from the notes in his notebook.

Greed was taking its toll. And after all Avdeev is greedy too. Greedy!

Even utterly greedy. So, he decided that

anyone could sell the apartments, so he decided to double-cross his partner.

Well, who would like that? Who wants to lose such a lucrative job?

Therefore, Kaverzin decided to blackmail Avdeev.

Like, I’ll go to the police, show them all cards... Well, what?

He would have lost his business, but

Avdeev would definitely go to jail.

Kirill, I’ve promised you,

as soon as we solve the case, we’ll go to the cinema at once. What’s the title of the film?

So, the film is called... “How to tame...”

Gnatyuk. This is weird. Just a moment.

Hello, yes, Vika…

Vika, what happened? Calm down. Why you crying?

Vika, I don’t understand anything. Calm down, please.

Tell them, everything is fine... Yes, I understood.

I’m busy now. I’ll clock off late.

- Kirill, did something happen? - Wait a second. Now…

You know, Vika is in some kind of trouble and she needs me as a doctor.

Well, yes. You can’t leave a person in distress.

I don’t even know what to invent.

But what? You may go, Kirill. Everything’s OK.

We’ll go to the movies next time.

Thank you, Nastya, for understanding.

Yes, Vika, calm down. I’ll be there soon.

Kirill.

Hush, hush, hush, hush, hush. Sock it to me!

- Thank God, you’re here. - Come on, tell me, what happened?

I’m sorry, but, you know, I don’t really

have anyone else to talk to.

Well, come on, don’t say that. Speak up!

You know that I... at first I thought that everything was...

just rubbish. But... all of the symptoms...

Well, what kind of symptoms? Tell me in detail.

I found a tumor in my body. And it...

has grown a lot in the last week.

- Where? - Here.

Look. See?

Give me your hand. Do you feel it?

- No, I don’t. - Like a pea.

Well, I know my own body. Such a thing’s never been before. And here...

Look, I think, you're exaggerating.

Of course, if I were you, I’d be cautious,

I’d go and get checked out.

You know, Kirill, I’m so scared.

It is my, you know, hereditary disease.

My aunt died of cancer too. And I don’t want to...

Vika, calm down, calm down.

- You will help me, Kirill, won’t you? - Certainly.

Vika, come on, easy now.

I will definitely support you. We’re not just colleagues, we’re friends.

And make sure to see an oncologist. Don’t put off. OK?