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Damn it, first he says bury, then dig out. Next time let him do it!

- Enough grumbling! It's your fault! - What did I do?

Looking for someone to blame?!

OK, let's take a break!

Look... What is that?!

An arm...

ACADEMIA

Galina Sumina

Maksim Bityukov

Elizaveta Lotova, Aleksandr Konstantinov, Vladimir Yumatov

Aleksandr Yatsko, Igor Yurtaev, Eric Yaralov

ACADEMIA

Alright, what do we have here... Reduced volume of internal organs.

The body is extremely dehydrated. Apparently, she'd been starved first.

Then they stopped giving her water, which caused death. There's more.

Take a look... A tattoo.

I think it's Greek. Angelos.

Angel. Or, as we say, "the missionary".

Symbol of loyalty and devotion. Faith in private devotions.

I used to study tattoos, just out of curiosity.

These days, people get such tattoos for no reason.

They dont have any meaning.

Yeah, interesting. OK.

Handcuff marks on both wrists.

I see. By the way,

there are traces of paint under her fingernails. Number PF-115.

Perhaps she was chained to a pipe or a radiator.

Maybe a bed. Hence the traces of paint under her fingernails.

Also, the body wasn't in the ground too long.

Maybe it got there at night?

What did security say?

Zorina already called them. They're coming.

OK, let's keep going.

How many people work a shift?

Two. Me and Anton Alekseyevich.

Did you see anything suspicious last night?

No, I didn't.

How do you do your rounds?

We take turns. Every half-hour.

What about the ditch at the site? Did you get close to it?

No. We didn't, and we didn't look.

Actually, we stay away from it, don't wanna fall in.

Especially Anton Alexeyevich.

Is that right?

Anton Alexeyevich?

Why aren't you answering? Are you mute?

No. We didn't.

- Can we go? - Yes, you can.

Thanks. Thanks.

Oksa, did you work all night? Stop it! Take care of yourself!

Yeah, but I found the tattoo parlor where she got the tattoo!

How did you do it?

I'll tell you.

I used an image search algorithm to check all the parlors of the city.

And...

Bingo.

Bravo, Oksa! Did you tell Zorina?

Not yet. Also, I called the tattoo artist

who did her tattoo.

I'm gonna call him, by the way.

Hello, Vasiliy? Hi. This is... Oh, you do? Good.

What?

Thank you so much!

You helped me a lot...

Our victim's name is Maria. Her boyfriend is Sergey Sherbakov.

He was a regular customer at the tattoo parlor.

Wicked! Bravo once again!

Look. This is what she looked like before...

Sorry.

Ah, Zorina... Yes, Nastya.

What happened? I see. We got some news.

Oksa found the murdered girl's boyfriend.

One Sergey Sherbakov. Yes, yes, yes.

Sure, sure. She got held up at the IC.

Some problems. So I'll go see Sherbakov. Give me the address.

Just a sec...

- Good afternoon. - Hi.

I'm sorry. Can I ask you one question?

Yeah, OK.

My name is Arkadiy Rotkin. Investigative Committee.

- Have you lived here long? - Almost all my life.

Wonderful. So you probably know Sergey Gennadievich Sherbakov?

Yeah. He's my neighbor.

Loud music all day long. Wears all these chains...

This tattoo... Never says hello.

Do you recognize this girl?

Why, of course.

She lived with Sergey. Masha, I think.

They had a fight and she left. About half a year ago.

A hell of a fight, we heard it on the fifth floor.

- And she never came back? - No. Never saw her again.

But after a while I saw

this bright yellow coat in Sergey's hall.

- OK. I gotta go, they're waiting. - Thanks. Sorry for bothering you.

- Good afternoon. - Sergey Gennadievich Sherbakov?

My name is Arkadiy Rotkin. Investigative Committee.

I have a few questions. We need to talk.

Do you mind?

- OK. - Thank you.

Let's get to it then, if you don't mind.

- Here. Do you recognise her? - This is Masha. So what?

- Who is this? - Masha.

What happened to her? Why is she so thin?

So it doesn't bother you that she's dead in this photo?

I don't know. What do you want from me?

How long did you live together?

About half a year...

Do you remember her last name?

Makarova. So what? Don't look at me as if I did something...

Does she have parents, relatives?

She has parents. But they barely talked.

They had a fight or something... She left the village or whatever...

Did she work somewhere?

Kind of.

- She cleaned apartments. - What about friends, acquaintances?

I don't know. I never met anyone.

When she moved out, did she take all her things?

- Yes. - Her winter coat too?

When she found an apartment, she only took her summer stuff.

Said she'd get the rest later.

- But she never did... - She never did! There.

There's her coat, some other crap.

- What kind of crap? Can I see? - Sure.

- This is probably her notebook? - Obviously.

Some addresses.

Perhaps the addresses of the apartments she cleaned?

No. When she was looking for an apartment, she wrote down addresses.

Nastya, hi. Listen, there are some addresses in the notebook...

Of course I can check myself. I know you're busy.

Anyway, tell Artur to meet me in about half-hour.

I need to see her parents. Yeah... OK, bye.

I'm sorry, can I have a word with you?

- Yeah. - My name is Arkadiy Rotkin.

Investigative Committee.

I wanted to talk to your neighbors but no one answered.

- That's because no one lives there. - Really? How long?

About two years. Dinka, the owner, left.

Went abroad to her boyfriend.

Who looks after the apartment?

Her father. Waters the flowers.

Do you happen to have his phone number?

No, why would I? I only saw him a couple of times.

Maybe you could tell me something about Dina then?

We didn't talk much either.

Neighbors don't know each other's names these days, you know.

I know, I know. Usual thing. Thank you.

- No problem. - Take care.

Bye.

Sorry for being late.

That's OK. I checked several addresses...

There's a couple more left. Nothing interesting.

Though there's no one living in one of the apartments.

What about Sherbakov?

Shady fellow. But that's it. Over there!

It's good that all the apartments are in the same neighborhood.

- Good afternoon. - What do you want?

Investigative Committee.

I can read. Is it Sycheva's gossip?

Sychova?

- Who else? - Here.

- Who is that? - Maria Makarova.

- Her body was found yesterday. - Right here, by the door?

No.

Well, goodbye then. Sorry. Lots of work.

OK, what else?

Six months ago she was looking for a room.

Your address is in her notebook.

But I've never heard of her. Take care.

Guys, what do you want?

Just wait...

Maybe you remember...

I've never seen this one before! I rented our the room! Got it?

Got it.

- Am I free to go? - Yes, go.

Thanks. Bye.

I'll ask Oksa to check this kind gentleman... Let's go.

Yeah.

Yaroslav Rodionov, forty-five years old, single, no children.

3 years ago was arrested for beating up a model. Paid a fine.

So we got lucky...

There's something else!

He chose very skinny models for his paintings.

Maria used to be big.

Maybe she lost weight for work?

And the handcuff marks?

Did he really torture her?

We... We need to interrogate him. And find other models.

And find out who he's renting the room to.

OK, I gotta go.

I've rented his room for 2 months. I'm paying...

Working as a model for him...

Did he suggest that?

Yes. We met at an art exhibition. Got to talking.

Turned out, he needed a model.

And I needed a room.

I'm sorry, have you always been so thin?

Not really.

He asked me to lose a few kilos.

Asked you or made you?

He didn't hurt me in any way. Never even touched me.

- I gotta go to work. Can I? - Of course.

- Well, did you talk to Irina? - Yes.

I just saw her. She'll have to be treated for anorexia soon...

That's OK. We'll treat her.

I talked with two more of his former models.

Learned a lot. Is Nastya back?

- No. She's at Lobanov's office. - Ah, OK.

One year ago, there was an accident

on the heating line of the construction site.

The trench was opened. They found human remains.

According to the experts,

the remains belonged to a young woman, a girl.

- Cause of death? - Dehydration.

Death occurred about six months before that.

- Uh-huh. Identity? - Not determined.

The remains were cremated in due time.

Anyway...

I told them to send all the materials,

photographs and ashes to our lab.

- A serial killer? - I don't know, Nastya.

Hard to say for sure. Try to figure it out, huh?

OK.

I tell you, we are very lucky.

Did you manage to identify the victim?

Almost. After cremation, there were fragments of bones in the ashes.

I ran a test. The second victim suffered from marble bone disease.

What is that?

It's a rare hereditary condition

manifested by diffuse calcification of the bones,

bone fragility and bone marrow failure.

Did the previous victim have the same condition?

No.

Are there many people with this condition in Moscow?

Not many. Around 100-200 people.

Also, you can see handcuff marks on her wrists in the photos.

Like on the first victim's.

Both victims are about the same age.

Both are malnourished. Both have handcuff marks.

I'll ask Oksa to check the database and find

all the patients with this condition.

I already called Rodionov. Arkadiy will talk to him.

Ah, Mr.Rodionov. Come in, sit down.

We talked with your former models.

Really? They've learned to speak?

- Believe it or not. - Wow!

One of them used to rent your room.

Is it true that you kicked her out because she'd had some chocolate?

She violated the terms of the contract! I wasted two months on her!

Some methods you have. Another one is now being treated for anorexia.

You know, I never liked big, fat women.

Now I also hate dumb ones!

Did she bring herself to this state?

No! Her stupidity did!

Why did you make them lose weight?

Art requires sacrifice. Besides, I just helped them

lose a few extra kilos!

Hmm... Interesting technique. Very interesting...

- Excuse me. - Yes, Oksa.

- Can I just get something? - Of course you can.

Your methods, though...

You could lose some weight!

- Are you talking to me?! - Who else? Not him for sure!

- What's your problem? - You're the one with a problem!

- Go to hell! - Don't mind him, Oksa!

Mr.Rodionov!

Let's get back to our case.

- Yes. - And talk about your girls.

- Yes. - We will deal with ours.

- Deal? - Go ahead!

Rodionov sure has awful insecurities.

Horrible! Can't argue with that.

But he's not a maniac. He has nothing to do with the murders.

Are you sure, Doc?

Totally. Do you have any good news?

Yes. I checked the database.

And... The anthropometric data of the victim matches...

Dina Kurakova. 27 years old.

She was a kindergarten teacher. No one declared her missing.

Actually, her address is in Marias notebook.

The apartment is on the first floor. Her neighbor says she went abroad.

Does she have parents? A father?

No. No one. She inherited the apartment.

So who's the man looking after the apartment?

Alive! Alive... Hold on...

Come on, Shurik, come on...

- Uncuff her. - Uncuff her, I'll call an ambulance!

Hold on, hold on... The ambulance?

Shurik, did you check the kitchen?

I did. All clear. No footprints or fingerprints.

Wait. Traces of blood.

Relatively fresh.

How perfect is this apratment's location?

First floor. No neighbors. No one.

A perfect place for a prison.

The criminal picked a good spot.

I agree...

Shurik!

Rodionov?

Our painter.

He and Dina.

OK. Take care of it.

I'll call Anastasia Vladimirovna.

Are you out of your mind? Why the hell would I kill them?!

That's what we want to find out.

Well go ahead and find out.

I just paint skinny girls, always. I paint!

That doesn't make me a murderer!

- Do you know this girl? - No.

Did you take a good look?

I did.

I see twenty, thirty girls every day.

Am I supposed to remember all of them?!

Maybe this photo will refresh your memory?

I see! Now you're doing your police tricks!

Calm down. We're just showing you a photo.

No! You slipped one photo!

- Then another! Why?! - Sit and calm down.

Where did you meet Dina?

In a pastry shop! I was buying some pastry!

Is that a crime?

For your models it was.

They were fat cows!

I didn't keep them againt their will! I offered them work with one condition.

Work or leave!

- Is that a crime? - Did Dina agree to this?

Being a model?

Are you crazy? Have you seen Dina? She's an elephant!

So you helped her lose weight?

I'm not a fitness coach! I didn't help her lose weight.

We're just acquaintances.

I'm an artist. She loves paintings. We went to art exhibitions.

A couple of times. So what?

Did you just go to exhibitions?

Did you have a more intimate relationship?

Are you mad? Do you like elephants?

I guess.

Well, keep liking them. It's up to you.

You have nothing against me. So... I'm going!

- He doesn't like elephants. - I don't know. Cute animals.

So what's up with this... Rodionov?

Signed an undertaking.

Hi everybody! I've just been to the hospital.

- Really? How's Katya? - She's much better.

Did you show her Rodionov's photo?

Yes. I showed her Rodionov's photo. She says it's not him.

Though she can't describe the kidnapper's face either.

I sent Oksa to the hospital.

Maybe she'll be able to make the kidnapper's identikit.

Also, I found out that Katya is an orphan. Grew up in an orphanage.

She was renting a room here. Looking for a new job.

She'd been in the apartment where we found her for about two weeks.

A man, about 50 years old, brought her there.

They met in a pastry shop.

He introduced himself as Vasiliy Anatolyevich.

DNA results on the blood from Diana's apartment are ready.

The blood doesn't belong to any of the girls.

Maybe it's the killer's blood. Katya also told me

that she'd kicked him in the face very hard.

Great. Now we have his DNA. Anastasia Vladimirovna.

If you dont need me, can I go? I have things to do.

- No. I don't need you. - Thanks.

Shurik, where is he going?

To get Oksa flowers, I suppose.

How did he bring her there?

As I said, she was looking for a new job.

Failed another interview. She was very upset.

He offered help. Invited her to his place, offered a cup of tea.

- Sedative? - Yes.

She woke up on a mattress, handcuffed to a radiator.

- Hi. - What is it, what happened?

Nothing.

I saw Gnatiuk in the hallway.

She said I was dressed inappropriately.

Is there something wrong with my clothes or something?..

You know...

He reminds me of someone. Look...

He reminds me of no one.

A fairly common type. Nothing special.

- Hi. - Hi.

Going to the academy?

Yes. Shouldn't you be in prison?

They released me. The plaintiff company, whose website I hacked into,

withdrew the lawsuit and offered me a job.

- Just like that? - Yep.

They were blown away by how I did it.

You know, hacked into their website. Is Oksa still here?

No. She went home. About an hour ago.

- Damn. - What is it?

- Listen, give me her phone number. - What for?

I wanna make up.

I did a lot of thinking in prison, and... Anyway, I need her!

- Are you serious? - Yeah. I wanna marry her!

- Hi. - Hi.

It's me. These are for you.

Nonsense! Providers don't keep such information!

Silence!

You skumbag!

From my computer, at my place! I hate you!

Bailiffs! Remove him from the courtroom!

This is a joke, Oksa!

Oksa, listen! Oksa! Oksa! Oksa!

Did you escape?

Listen, maybe later? I really need to talk.

I also really need to talk.

Ed! Come on! Let me talk to her!

Can't you see she's not happy to see you?

She's just a little surprised, that's all!

- I know better. - Hello!

Anybody home? Don't follow me!

Are you deaf?!

OK! Enough! Both of you!

- Hi everyone! - Hey.

Anyway, I found out that all the girls lived in the same

neighborhood before they met the killer.

They all loved sweets.

Salespeople at the pastry shops recognized them.

They were all regular customers.

So he was probably watching them at the shops.

Yes. He only picked chubby ones.

Got to know them, made up different excuses to lure them

to his apartment. Katya needed a job.

Masha was looking for a room.

And Dina probably just wanted to have some tea with a nice guy.

- What is he doing? - Meditating.

Anyway, I checked the construction sites

where Dina and Maria's remains had been found.

They worked with the same security company. Here are their employees.

Hold on.

This is Nosov!

- The security guard from the site! - Right!

Do you know these girls?

No. Although...

I probably saw them a couple of times.

- Where and when? - At the pastry shop.

I live nearby. I drop by quite often...

What happened? Did you find that poor girl's killer?

Not yet.

The thing is, six months ago at the construction site

you were guarding, one of these girls' remains were found.

So you think I killed them?

Who is that? Looks like me.

Yes. A little.

A little... Here's paper, a pen...

Write down where and when you met these girls

and under what circumstances?

Well, I can't say I "met" them.

But of course I will. What if I forget something?

I hope you'll try really hard and won't forget anything.

Ed, take a look, please. Maybe we could run a DNA test.

There's his saliva on the cap.

He has the same habit I had when I was a kid.

He puts a pen in his mouth.

By the way, he has an older brother Leonid.

Lives in Moscow. Here's his address and phone number.

Yeah, interesting guy.

Very. What did Katya see in him?

I think she just has a low self-esteem. It happens.

I guess.

Looks like him...

I think it was him who looked after Dina's apartment.

Not 100 percent, of course. But I think it's him... Yep.

- Thanks. You helped us a lot. - My pleasure. Bye.

Hello! Yes, Kirill.

Ed ran a DNA test on the saliva from the pen.

It matches the blood from Dinas room.

Has Nastya seen Katya?

No. She's supposed to go see Katya now.

I hope Katya will identify Nosov!

- Me too. - OK, see ya.

- Katya and Dinas neighbor identified you. - Am I supposed to say something?

You are accused of the murder of Maria Makarova,

Dina Kurakova and the attempted murder of Yekaterina Popova.

I didn't kill them. It's a mistake.

Yes, you did. With particular cruelty.

Take him away.

- You'll never prove it... - We'll see.

Nastya, look. A whole dossier with the photos of his victims.

These photos are new, apparently.

Judging by the date. Svetlana Samoylova is probably his next victim.

Fortunately, she won't be...

I don't get it. Why go easy on this freak?

If his guilt is proven, why poke around in this crazy brain of his?

God forbid, you'll get infected with something mental.

No. I need to poke around. There may be other victims.

This Nosov guy needs a special approach.

You see, he got along well with society for many years.

If it weren't for obsession with some idea,

I'd say he's an absolutely healthy person.

He's not a psychopath, or a hallucinating schizophrenic.

His actions are quite logical. His intellect is above average.

So I think it's about responsibility,

not about diagnosis.

I don't know. By the way, Zorina arranged for us to see his brother.

That's very good. He'll help us figure it out.

Because if we don't get to the bottom of this, he'll most likely be

certified insane and will end up in a mental hospital instead or a prison.

We have no relationship.

We're brothers, but we have nothing in common.

All because of her.

Who?

You see, when he was a kid,

he didn't fit anywhere. Girls didn't like him.

Boys didn't accept him either. He was a loner.

He fell in love with our neighbor. Cute girl.

But she loved another. It was all happening before his eyes.

Either he did it on purpose or it just happened,

he started dating Galina from the greengrocer's.

Chubby lady. Over 30 years old.

And he was only 18.

She was just like our mother. Tough, harsh.

Maybe it does make sense.

I think your brother

developed a complex because of your mom's cruelty.

And he projected this complex on his partner.

Anyway, they dated.

Then she dumped him

and spread a rumor that he...

Can't do anything as a man.

He was gravely offended. He cried.

Tried to cut his wrists. Almost hung himself. Threatened to kill her.

- And her? That.. Galina? - She left the town.

I don't know if it was my brother or it just happened.

No one saw her again. Can I go?

Yes. Of course. Thank you very much.

Now are you ready for questioning?

Yes and no.

Whatever the motive is, its basis is sex.

There's sadism in Nosov's actions. Based on sex.

So I think that you, an attractive woman,

have a better chance to get him talking.

Sit down.

You know... Sugar is bad for you.

Really? You know, sometimes it's hard to resist.

They asked me to do it.

- To do what? - Help them lose weight.

They dreamed of becoming slim, beautiful...

And I agreed.

To starve them to death?

I went a bit too far, I guess...

But I didn't kill them. I didn't even touch them.

And that Katya girl, she was completely crazy.

She handcuffed herself.

Are you hoping to be certified insane?

Wy would I need this? Everything I said is true.

In that case, I have something for you.

Do you recognize her?

You found her!

I suppose you didn't.

And you probably want to know where she is and what she's up to.

Right?

I can tell you. But only if you tell me

where you buried all your victims.

Write it down.

You promised.

And I will keep my promise.

Truth is, she died. 12 years ago.

From diabetes. You're right.

Sugar is bad for you.

Nosov found all the girls in pastry shops.

He kept his first victims in his apartment.

Then in Dina's, to be safe.

He dumped the bodies at construction sites, ditches, heating facilities,

after he'd found out when they'd be filled up.

So if the workers hadn't forgotten to lag the pipes,

Maria's body would never have been found?

Thanks a lot to these hard workers for their carelessness!

Yeah.

Do you like pastry?

I do. Especially chocolate. With pistachios.

Kirill, do you think we did the right thing not telling her anything?

Of course. She doesn't need to know. Do you want me to go to the shop?

- Why? - To buy a cake. Chocolate, pistachios.

Thanks. I don't really want it.

- Watching your figure? - Yes. Trying to.

Please. With your figure, you can eat cakes all day long.

Thanks.

- I have a better idea. - What?

Let's go to my place.

For homemade fried potatoes.

Are you good at making potatoes?

Of course! I'm the best potato expert.

OK. You may not handle it alone.

I'll help. Let's go.

I think I did well. I also have great wine.

I don't know if it's good with potatoes though.

I'm driving. I won't drink.

Then stay, Nastya.

You can sleep in my son's room.

No, thanks. I need to go home.

Ah, toothbrush, favorite pajamas...

Not really. Beloved sister unattended.

- Smells delicious... - Nastya, she's all grown up.

Exactly. Grown up. I don't know what to expect from her.

Stop it, Nastya. She's good. Like you.

You weren't lying. You did very well. Delicious.

Try it.

Nastya, I really dont want to let you go.

Let me set an alarm.

You'll get up early. Go home before work.

- Fine. You got me. - Great.

Yes, Denis. What?

OK, fine. Got it. I will.

What happened?

He asked me to turn on the TV. The news.

A bank manager Lev Granin has been charged with

bank fraud and

money laundering.

This is the second credit institution,

whose management has

interested the law enforcement lately.

Earlier, after a series of searches in the Russian banks,

the MIA and the Financial Intelligence Service announced

investigation of laundering schemes related to banks, precious metals,

and cases involving corruption among high ranking officials.

Other news.

Turn it off, please.

Maybe you should call Alla?