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Such beauty! This is treasure hunter's diary.

This old man swore that

a minion of Catherine II stole her jewelry

and buried it on his property.

Finally some luck! Something big and heavy!

A big metal barrel.

Doesn't look like 18th century treasure.

Let's see what's inside.

Damn!

ACADEMIA

GALINA SUMINA

MAKSIM BITYUKOV

ELIZAVETA LOTOVA, ALEKSANDR KONSTANTINOV, VLADIMIR YUMATOV

ALEKSANDR YATSKO, IGOR YURTAEV, ERIK YARALOV

ACADEMIA

I've lived here for quite a long time.

Couple months. Set up camp over there.

In all the time you've lived here, you haven't seen anyone?

Why, I have.

Tourists on bikes.

But someone dragging a barrel, let alone burying it, no.

- Can't say that I have... - I see.

I went away though. For three days, to Moscow.

- OK. Thanks. - Am I free to go?

Yes. Leave your contacts though. Just in case.

Yeah. OK.

Well, Kirill? Our Indiana Jones was in Moscow for the last three days.

That's probably when the killer buried the body.

What have you got?

We've got a male. 25-30 years old.

175 cm height. Died before being burnt.

His ribcage was pierced.

Looks like the killer wanted to complicate the identification.

Yeah. He succeeded.

Though the body didn't burn completely. He must've been in a hurry.

Put out the fire too early.

What I don't understand is, why barrel?

He had to bring it first. Needed a truck.

Kirill, can you imagine driving around Moscow with a dead body in the trunk?

What if you get caught? But like this - you shove a barrel in.

Put something on top. Done, no one will even look. Right?

Right.

And the most important: can you determine the time of death?

I can. But only in the lab.

What is it?

Auto glass. I wonder how it got here.

Oksa. Can you make an identikit?

Yeah. Sure.

And a model of the murder weapon?

Yep. So.

Judging by the bone structure, the deceased was an athlete.

Track and field, most likely.

There's knee cartilage damage.

It's severe.

He had a surgery 5 or 6 years ago.

Then... Then...

6 right ribs are fractured.

Severe injuries of the ulna

and radius of the right arm. He was beaten up pretty bad.

Death occured

after a blow inflicted by a long sharp object.

You're flying.

Feeling incredibly light... And absolutely free.

Social boundaries don't bother you. They don't exist.

What is he doing?

Checking how susceptible Shurik is to hypnosis.

Now I'll snap my fingers and you'll wake up.

You'll be able to make your deepest wish come true.

If you have one.

How are you feeling, Shura?

I'm so full of energy!

- So what is supposed to happen? - Wait. Wait.

I wanna know. Why are you staring at me?

- Shura, calm down. - Don't tell me to shut up!

What do you want? I've been meaning to tell you.

You're fifty. But you act like a teenager!

This T-shirt,

these jeans, rock, bikes!

Shura!

You're weird. I never liked you.

I always wanted just one thing...

Shurik! Easy, easy. Come on...

- Shura! - He's got a knife.

Just kidding.

Are you nuts?

Ed, you should've seen your face!

Look at Oksa, just look at her reaction!

Idiots!

Oksa, wait. Stop!

They got offended.

That's OK. They'll thank us later.

Yeah. I think it's a stupid plan. Really.

No! It's a great plan. You'll see. It's gonna work.

Any conflict in a community results into feuding alliances.

Our dumb joke provoked a conflict, Shura.

And now, according to my theory, they'll create an alliance.

- Against us. - Yes, against us.

Well, all strategies have drawbacks. Shura!

Oksa, wait! Please, wait!

Oksa, I had nothing to do with it.

Look, are they crazy or something?

One is still a teenage idiot.

And the other is senile already.

Listen, they can't do this.

It's bad enough to deal with stiffs all the time at work.

I think we should get back at them.

Let's discuss it over lunch.

Today?

Yeah. Unless you have plans...

Actually, I wanted to go shopping.

Buy a present. It's Zorina's name day soon. Did you know?

No.

- Excuse me. I'm looking for Eduard. - That's me.

- I brought samples from the center. - Thanks. Put them there, please.

What kind of samples?

Hey! Ed!

Who was that courier?

He just brought some materials for this project.

- What project? - Can't say.

See? What did I tell you?

- What? - Alliance.

Now Ed will share his secret with Oksa and they'll be all secretive together.

- I doubt it. - Wanna bet?

No secrecy. Just wanna teach our jokers a lesson.

OK, I can tell you.

Unless you're gonna spill it to Shurik and Doc...

I promise. Silent as the grave. Well?

Anyway. Kirill was offered to conduct

an independent examination in a big medical center. I agreed.

What kind of examination?

I don't know the details.

But some lady

filed a lawsuit against the

obstetrics medical center.

She claims they are responsible for data fabrication

when she got an abortion referral.

Why?

She thinks there were no actual indications for an abortion.

That the medical center is just interested...

In performing more abortions.

So that they can sell embryos to a pharmaceutical company...

For cosmetological needs.

Oh my god! They make beauty products out of embryos?

Stem cells. Yeah. Some of them are from embryos.

By the way, the medical center has nothing to do with it.

They just provide materials.

The killer knocked the victim to the ground and hit him at least 12 times,

inflicting multiple fractures on him.

- With what? - I don't know. Plank, crowbar, bat.

Then, apparently, he changed the weapon and finished off the victim,

piercing his ribcage.

- So what's the murder weapon? - It looked like this.

- What is it? - No idea.

And our victim looked like this.

Ed, what have you got?

The organics burned.

I took a DNA sample from the remaining tissue.

But I don't think it'll help.

I examined the barrel in which the victim was found.

There was engine oil inside.

Where did the glass come from?

I see.

All we have is questions. No answers.

Look. Our main goal is

to identify the deceased.

Well, there is a candidate.

Kirill and I pulled a list of patients with knee cartilage injuries

who had a surgery five years ago.

Wow! How did you manage to do it so fast?

Doctors have their own mafia.

OK, mafia is too strong a word.

But such info isn't hard to obtain.

Here's the list.

We excluded those over 35 and under 25.

Cut the list down to 12 people.

Artur already called everyone.

Only two didn't pick up.

Turns out, one left for his hometown.

An the other is Alexey Karelov, 32 years old.

Track and field coach.

There's a home number in the form but it's five years old.

At the moment, his ex-wife Tamara

is living in his apartment.

Oksa, print out the identikit.

Everyone is free to go. See you tomorrow.

OK.

We're going to a petrol station. To get fuel.

Yurochka, go watch a cartoon. Just be quiet.

Here, look.

Yes. This is Alexey. What happened?

- Did he do something? - He was murdered.

Supposedly, two days ago.

When did you and Alexey divorce?

Two years ago.

Why?

In short, our relationship had run its course.

I didn't know relationships have an expiration date.

I'm sorry. I don't know how else to explain.

We couldn't be together anymore. Then I met Valeriy...

- How long have you been dating? - Two and a half years.

- Still haven't made it official. - Soon.

I'm pregnant. We want to get married before the child is born.

- Mum, can I have another candy? - OK. Just one.

That's Alexey's son. Yura.

- Yura's living with you, right? - Right.

Alexey took him for weekends.

Did you talk to Alexey after the divorce?

Only when he came to pick Yura.

Did Alexey have enemies? Ill-wishers?

We didn't talk much. You should speak with the girls from his team.

Valeriy, what kind of relationship did you and Alexey have?

Why all these questions? You think we did something?

No. Valeriy, where do you work?

I own a sporting goods store.

- Do you know where Alexey lived? - Yes. I'll write it down for you.

Isn't he divorced?

He is. But I don't think they told Alexey that.

Dude is totally stuck in the past. It's kinda creepy.

A contract with a family law attorney. Wanted to sue someone.

Artur, look.

- Is that a baby? - Yes.

Unborn. But whose is it?

Why? Alexey Viktorovich was so good!

Why would anyone kill him?!

I'm sorry. Valya is a very emotional type.

Were you and Alexey Viktorovich close?

No.

He was just a very nice person. Never yelled at us.

Always helped when any of us had problems.

Almost like a big brother. Unlike our former coach.

Did Alexey Viktorovich have enemies or ill-wishers?

Maybe competition?

No. The competition was fierce, sure.

- But it's common in sports. - What about the sailor?

What sailor?

Remember, this man with an

anchor tattoo on his arm came to see Alexey Viktorovich?

Yeah. Right! He was huge!

They had a bad fight.

- Why? - We couldn't hear them.

But the guy was clearly wound up. It almost came to a fight.

Thankfully, our runner guys broke it up.

Our colleagues saw Alexey's apartment.

They found a photo with Alexey, you and another girl in it.

Yes. Natasha Zhemchugova. She's on sick leave.

The big guy with an anchor sounds like Valeriy.

What do you have against Valeriy?

Just stating the obvious. I might be wrong, of course.

Maybe Alexey had a fight with another big guy.

That's not what I meant. What was that at Tamara's place?

What was it?

You asked Valeriy directly whether he'd killed Alexey.

I asked what kind of relationship they had. It makes sense.

You should've seen yourself when you asked him.

His reaction to Alexey's death

just seemed weird to me.

What reaction did you expect?

He's not his friend, or brother. They're rivals, for that matter.

Exactly, rivals! Because of Tamara.

And love can be the strongest motive for murder.

He stole Tamara from Alexey.

But we don't know anything.

Maybe the Karelovs' divorce was simply a formality.

Maybe.

I'm sorry, Kirill. I know it's a sensitive topic for you.

You're in a similar situation. Sorry.

No. I'm sorry. I started it.

Yeah. I just...

What I meant is, people can break up for all kinds of reasons.

Also, Artur said that Alexey's apartment is

full of old family photos.

Also that torn embryo shot.

It might be Tamara's new kid. Alexey missed his family.

Yes. But Artur also mentioned a contract with a family law attorney.

Maybe he wanted to sue because of his son. I see no other reasons.

Yeah.

Valeriy is a sporting goods supplier, right?

Yes.

He must have a truck.

And he could've found a barrel in a dumpster.

He could have. But let's not throw accusations around.

I'll do some digging on Valeriy first.

And then I'll ask Artur to speak with Natalya Zhemchugova.

Come on.

Hi. I'm Max. How can I help?

- I'm looking for the owner. - Sorry, dad is away now.

I'm in charge. Family business.

Can you tell me where your sister Natalya is?

In the office. Why?

Investigative Committee. I need to speak with her.

This way.

Natakha! Someone here to see you...

Hi. Investigative Committee.

- Hi. - I want to talk about Alexey Karelov.

Please, have a seat.

Max, can you leave us?

Ok

When was the last time you saw your coach?

About one month ago.

I kinda took sick leave. Thinking about quitting sports.

Why are you asking me about Alexey Viktorovich?

Alexey Viktorovich is dead.

What?

He was murdered two days ago.

Natalya, did Alexey, by any chance, tell you

about his problems or serious conflicts?

No. He was a very nice and kind person.

We all loved him very much. He never even raised his voice.

Never?

I once asked to leave training early.

He was arguing over his son with some Tamara woman.

- Are you sure? - Yes. I have a good memory.

It says here that a name day is a holiday of your patron saint.

They usually give a sacred image as a gift.

I don't think it's Nastya's thing.

Kirill, maybe you know what kind of gifts they give for a name day?

What?

It's Nastya's name day soon and we don't know what to give her.

- Nastya's name day? - Yeah.

I don't know. I'm not good at that.

Ed, did you do the tests for the medical center?

Yes. Found a double Y chromosome in the plaintiff's blood.

Is that bad?

It's not very good. An extra Y chromosome

can cause genetic anomalies.

Oh my god.

Yes. It's very dangerous.

So I consider the abortion referral justified.

Hi. Sit.

I wanted to talk to you in private.

- OK. Sounds intriguing. - About your family situation.

I'm gonna stop you right there.

I'll deal with my family situation myself.

I'm just curious how you'll deal with it

if you don't know the details of the situation.

Really? And you do?

I do. But first I wanted to ask you something.

It's no secret that your marriage with Alla came to an end...

Yeah. Thaks for reminding me.

Kirill, how about you just hear me out

instead of making retorts?

- Fine. - Good.

I think you understand that further confrontation with Alla

and her pitbull lawyers won't do you any good.

Maybe you should find a compromise.

I take it, it's all about who'll get the son?

That's why a compromise is impossible.

- So you're willing to go all the way? - Yes.

Fine.

Then let's look at this from a different perspective.

Let's say you have it your way.

Fedya stays with you. Who actually benefits from it?

Have you thought about how you're gonna raise the boy alone?

Combine it with nights at work?

Your habits?

Your private life, for that matter?

- You know, I'll think of something. - You know, it'll be too late.

You must think now.

And then, I think you'll agree

that a good private school in Europe will be good for Fedya.

Yeah. A good private school in a strange country,

where the only people he knows are his mum and uncle Lyova.

Kirill, we're not talking about termination of parental rights.

If you avoid conflict with Anna, if you just accept her conditions,

you'll be able to see him and eventually take him

for holidays. It makes sense.

Vika, don't take it the wrong way. I appreciate your concern,

but what are you getting at?

What is it all about?

- Alla's lawyer came to see me. - Really? Why?

Tried to drag me into your matters.

I take it, I wasn't the only one he came to see.

I'm not gonna help him, obviously.

But I can't vouch for others.

Who do you mean?

No one in particular. I'm just saying.

Alla's attorney needs evidence against you.

I'm guessing, Alla knows about our little affair.

Women usually sense such things.

- Yeah. Or someone told her. - I didn't, Kirill.

I didn't do it and I'm not going to.

Kirill, I'm your friend.

I'm always on your side.

You just need to think really hard about

how to deal with your baggage.

And to understand who will join you in your new life.

Yes. Thanks, I got it.

I'm grateful you brought me up to speed.

I'm...

Anyway, I'm sorry.

It's OK.

I'm not mad.

You just need to be very careful.

As I said, Alla's lawyers want evidence against you.

And it's hard to predict where they can find it.

So a piece of friendly advice: don't share much with your colleagues.

Even Zorina.

Kirill! I'm going home. Need a lift?

No, thanks. I got it.

- Are you OK? - I am.

Listen, I forgot. I have some stuff to do at the lab. I'll go finish up.

Hello, Alla. Hi.

Do you know what time it is?

Damn. Sorry. I worked late at the lab. Didn't notice.

As usual. What do you want?

I want to see Fedya tomorrow.

I was hoping to leave early. Pick him up from school.

So now you're playing a caring dad?

Alla, don't. I don't wanna fight. Let's talk like adults.

Well, then act like an adult.

We both know how this will end.

You'll work late, as always.

I'll have to leave on short notice

and get Fedya, who'll be in tears.

Alla, I'm his father.

I have a right to see him whenever I want. Got it?

You will see him when court allows you to.

Maybe we can give her a new purse? Or a belt?

OK.

Ed, come on!

Think of something. Since you're here.

I like the idea with a purse.

You look punch-drunk all day. What happened?

Kirill called the chief obstetrician.

Turns out, I did re-test for nothing.

The plaintiff sticks to her story.

That medical center did the tests, and she doesn't trust them.

What if she's right?

What if they actually gave you false material?

I didn't think of that.

You should have, Ed.

This is serious. This is about unborn children.

In any case, I can only take samples from embryos.

If they're still there.

Then let's go to the medical center right now. We'll check.

OK. We just need to tell Kirill.

With your permission, we'd like to examine embryos.

If you still have them. I can take new samples.

Yes. But there's a problem.

The thing is, all embryos

extracted in the last two weeks were put in one vessel.

You'll have to take samples from each embryo

in order to find the one taken from this woman.

Only then can you test it for genentic anomalies.

No problem. We'll figure it out.

Look, we just want to help.

Maybe you can convince the woman to drop the lawsuit…

Nothing will convince her. Apparently, she's mentally ill.

All arguments against her are powerless.

Against her - maybe.

But you'll have a better chance to win the case

and save your reputation.

Maybe you just don't want us to examine those embryos?

That's not the point.

Why do unnecessary work?

We're not afraid of unnecessary work. Right, Ed?

Fine. The material will be sent to your lab.

- Thanks. - Take care.

Ed! Um...

- Hello, Kirill. Working? - Yes.

I did some digging.

Two weeks ago Valeriy had a fight with Alexey.

- Why? - It's a very long story.

Turns out, Alexey chased Tamara for a couple of years.

I called his lawyer.

He confirmed that Alexey was actually going to

sue Tamara. He wanted to take custody of their son.

- And? - Besides...

Alexey picked their son up from school without asking Tamara.

Tamara filed a statement. But it didn't work.

So after another trick of his,

Valeriy beat the hell out of him.

- Here. - What is it?

A splinter. Probably from the murder weapon.

It went in deep, so they didn't see it.

There could've been a lot of those. But they burned.

Take a look at this shot.

It was found in Alexey Karelov's apartment.

We assume it's your baby.

How old is it?

Nine or ten weeks. This is a recent shot.

No. Sorry. Tamara's at the fourth month.

How often did Alexey see his son?

According to court, he had weekends.

I'm sorry. But neither Tamara nor you

can forbid a father from seeing his son.

OK. I see what this is all about. But I didn't kill Alexey.

- Where were you two days ago? - At work.

And you didn't see Alexey?

No.

Alexey called us.

Yura, Tamara and I, we were at home.

- When did he call? - It was late. After midnight.

So before midnight Alexey was still alive.

We don't know for sure what happened.

Most likely, Tamara will confirm that Valeriy was at home.

It's possible they just worked it out.

No one's gonna take their word for it.

I'll talk to the neighbors. But you have to admit.

We got nothing on Valeriy.

And you're only opposing him for personal reasons.

- Don't meddle in my private life. - I'm not.

You're the one making a show out of it.

I understand it's not easy for you, but...

Try not to mix private life with work.

I can keep private life

separate fromn work.

Apparently, you can't. Judging by your relationship with Gnatiuk.

What's going on?

Sorry. Investigatory experiment.

It's just that I have a theory about the murder weapon...

Murder weapon. This is it!

So first the killer beat up the victim.

Then, when the bat broke, he stuck it in.

That's where the splinters in his wound came from.

Yeah. I see. Kirill Andreyevich, can I talk to you for a minute?

I need to consult with you.

Anyway, when I took DNA samples from embryos, I found this.

There were three embryos more than officially in the papers.

Maybe it's time to bring Nastya in?

Why would we need Nastya? We can handle it. Right?

I didn't know about extra embryos.

Perhaps there is some documentation error.

Awesome! What kind of ham-handed people work with documents,

if they missed three embryos?! These are three human lives, mind you.

Oksa!

OK, let's say embryo count is wrong.

But there have to be records on women registering for an abortion.

And what would these records give you?

Find these records now, or I'll bring in the Investigative Committee.

They'll get a warrant, a serious investigation will begin.

And your clinic will be in trouble.

It's up to you.

The clinic has nothing to do with it.

It's my fault.

I personally

performed abortions on three girls.

Underage girls. Without their parents' permission.

They paid in cash.

Three abortions? That's not big money. Why take the risk?

Or under-the-counter abortions are common practice here.

No! It was a special case.

The thing is, one of the girls was a daughter of my...

Let's say, good friend.

She called me. Asked me to perform abortions on her and her friends.

Naturally, without their parents knowing.

She asked me to drop all the paperwork.

She even paid extra.

- Where did she get the money? - Where did she get a baby?

I don't know. I didn't ask. But this money came in handy.

Besides, I know her. Lisa is a good girl.

Good at sports, straight A's.

Listen, everyone makes mistakes.

You know what?

Give us the phone number of this good friend of yours.

She has nothing to do with it.

So we do need to get a warrant and backup

for you to start cooperating?

What now?

Nothing. We did our job. Medical center is satisfied.

They don't want to make a big deal out of it. They'll deal with him.

What do you mean, deal with him?

Dr.Lemke, this bastard must pay!

Wait, who are you calling?

We need to know the girls' names to get this obstetrician.

Hold on. They came to him. Asked him to do it quietly.

I think I know what the story is.

Early pregnancy improves athletic performance.

They could get pregnant for some kind of competition.

They're athletes.

I don't know, Dr.Lemke. They seem like silly young girls to me.

And he has to answer for what he did.

Have you heard of the Hippocratic oath?

I guess.

- Kirill! Where is Ed? - I don't know. Said he'd be here soon.

They told us to gather in the lounge area asap.

They have some news.

No, Oksa. Do you know what the meeting is about?

They aren't here. They don't let us in on their secrets.

Remember I told you we had to conduct an examination for a medical center?

In the process, we discovered a little embryo scam.

The obstetrician did abortions off the books. Maybe Oksa and Ed found the mums.

There they are!

Well, what have you got for us?

You're not gonna believe it!

Anyway, I called the mum of that mysterious Lisa girl.

Turns out, she did track and field.

Her friends who also had abortions are Valya and Katya.

Yes. I studied the three "extra" embryos carefully.

All three have the same Y chromosome. The same father.

Turns out, your theory is correct, Kirill.

What if the girls actually got pregnant

to improve their results?

I surfed the Internet. In the last month

they actually won a few major competitions.

Then we remembered this baby

and thought, too many coincidences.

We found this ultrasound shot at Karelov's.

And this child isn't Tamara's. The stages don't match.

Now what's strange is that all girls coached by Karelov

got pregnant at the same time.

Then I took the father's chromosome

and compared with Aleksey Karelov's DNA sample.

Turns out, he is the father.

Yes. But the shot was taken a week ago.

A week after the girls had abortions.

Kirill, we're going to the stadium tomorrow morning.

To talk to these girls.

- Why do you need our DNA? - Maternity test.

Maternity test?!

Yes. But it's just a formality.

We already know everything about the pregnancies and abortions.

- No one forced us. - Quiet, Valya.

Why? They know!

It was mutual consent.

We got tired of last places. Got tired of losing.

Coach suggested pregnancy.

Said it was like doping, but not really doping.

That it was legal.

Said he could even give the money for abortions.

Natalya Zhemchugova got pregnant too?

Yes. But she refused to get an abortion.

Said she couldn't take away a child's life. Stupid.

We know for certain that this is your child.

And that Alexey Karelov is the father.

There was a reason why you decided to quit sports, right?

Wanted to keep the child?

What did Alexey say when you showed him the picture?

Nothing.

I just left the shot in his mailbox.

I wanted him to know.

- And you didn't talk to him since? - No.

Alexey Viktorovich never forced us.

I didn't want to press any charges.

Do you think it has something to do with his death?

I don't know. Maybe.

Look. I immediately noticed the left clavicle damage.

But I thought that was the result of the beating.

But we didn't see an obvious fact.

He was only hit on the right side.

The clavicle had already been dislocated.

Like someone pulled his arm really hard.

So the killer broke the window...

Knocked the victim senseless, pulled him out of the car and finished him off.

OK. It begs the question, where did the car go?

You can fix it, re-paint it, change the plate and sell it.

For this you need a garage, tools. Connections.

All this not hard to find if you work in a car repair shop.

Just like an engine oil barrel. And a truck.

You're thinking, the Zhemchugovs?

I don't know. We need to find out what car the Karelovs had.

Drop by the shop again.

Again? Should I call Natakha?

No. I came to see you this time. Remove the tarp from the car.

- Why? - Go on, remove it!

OK.

- Easy. - Do it, do it.

Karelov had the same car. But yellow.

So?

There are lots of cars like this in Moscow.

- Max! What's going on? - Natasha, go to the office!

We'll run the number.

Wait, wait! This is a car of our regular customer.

- What's the customer's name? - What's the difference?

I see. This is Karelov's car.

Alexey Viktorovich?

Is there anything you want to tell your sister?

Did you tell your family the truth about the father of your child?

- Of course. I couldn't lie to them. - How did they respond?

Dad was very angry. Mum had to calm him down.

You think Dad did this?

I don't know. But someone decided to defend your honor.

I don't know if he killed Karelov on purpose...

Or unintentionally.

But after he got rid of the body, he brought the car here.

To fix it.

Most likely, to sell it to some shady shop.

So? All you got is the car. We could've found it in the street!

Then it's hijacking!

I'll have to arrest your whole family and have the shop closed.

- Call backup! - Wait.

If I tell you everything, will you leave my family alone?

Anyway, that night

I waited for Karelov at the stadium's parking lot.

Don't look at me like that!

- Hands. Hands! - I had no choice.

I had a bat! I didn't mean to kill him!

I just wanted to make him understand! But didn't want to talk!

He got into the car and was about to leave.

Natasha, there was nothing else I could do!

I started hitting the car and lunged at him!

- But I didn't mean to kill him... - Why?!

Natasha, because he raped you and left you and the child!

No one raped me! I agreed to that!

- Natasha, he used you! - Out.

Maxim signed the confession.

He did 15 pages,

where he described Alexey's murder in detail.

And how he tried to hide the body.

Yeah. Great.

He refused to get a lawyer. Said he'd serve as much as needed.

Yeah. He intends to get his punishment

to protect his family. I get him.

Oddly enough, I get him too.

Come on, Kirill. I'm gathering everyone in the lounge area.

I can't. I'm waiting for Vika. She should be here any minute.

Kirill.

Kirill.

Yes.

I want to apologize.

I was way out of line. You're absolutely right.

Your private life is your own.

I have no right to interfere. But you and I aren't strangers.

Maybe if you just tell me everything, you'll feel better?

Look. I'm not gonna report to you.

What do you mean - report? Kirill, you got me wrong...

I'm not asking you to report to me...

I will no longer share my personal stuff with you, OK?

I don't get it,

what did I do to deserve this?

You don't keep any secrets from Viktoria.

There, telling me my business again.

For helping The Maternity And Childbirth Medical Center.

Bravo! Man of the hour!

By the way, how did that obstetrician story end?

They took his license and kicked him out, that's how.

And what about the woman who sued them? Remember?

They blamed the obstetrician. He will be sued.

And they left the medical center alone.

Anastasia Vladimirovna! Ed got a letter of recognition!

- Yes. I'm aware. Congratulations, Ed! - Thanks.

I'll get straight to the point.

As you know, it's my name day soon.

On this occasion, I'm inviting all of you to my place.

Great!

Kirill! Ignoring my advice, I see.

Vika. I've been thinking a lot about what you said.

I can't just stop talking to Nastya.

Let's go to my office.

I have a bottle of great cognac stashed away.

We can have a friendly chat.

I understand you, you know. Nastya is your friend.

Let's not talk about Nastya.

You're right! We have lots of other things to talk about!

- Besides, you and I... - Vika.

I can't.